Creepypasta The Puppeteer Novels & Stories

Betrayed by his sister, brought down by a horde of ghosts. Then, just as the first puppet lunged for his throat, its red eyes flickered and went dark. It froze mid-air, then collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut. All around the lab, the entire horde of puppets went rigid, then fell, their systems shut down. Aria had done it. She had finally pushed her script through the wall of memes. But she hadn’t just shut the puppets down. In the control room, The Weaver and Ariana were watching the chaos on a monitor, a look of detached amusement on The Weaver’s face. Suddenly, a new window popped up on Ariana’s personal data pad, overriding all other functions.

I muttered. "Must kill... must kill... Bonnie..." Robbie let out a low growl and barked, his hackles raised. "It's no use," I said quickly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "There's no way with that much cursed energy on him that he's even alive right now. It's just a puppet." I recognized this from one of the forbidden texts I'd snuck in to read during my time as Luna. Skinwalkers had the power to create zombies—mindless puppets animated by cursed energy to carry out a specific task. This one's was clear. Find me. Kill me.

She swallowed the bird to catch the spider, She swallowed the spider to catch the fly; I don’t know why she swallowed a fly – Perhaps she’ll die! Lucifer stomps forward and roughly pulls me to face him. “Stop it, Lana. Stop it!” Growling with rage, I push his chest hard until his back is to the wall. “Do you remember what you told The Creator before you fell? Do you?!” I place my hand on his chest and claw at his shirt until it’s ripped in half and blood is pouring from his skin. “Answer me…”

Rolling my shoulders, I crept towards him. As I approach him, I see he turns to leave, but before he could open the door, I snap my fingers and freeze him on the spot. He couldn’t move, neither speak. I was ordering him to turn around. I saw his eyes turn into complete fear. I loved this. Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, “How about I turn you into my puppet? That would be better, right? Then, no one would know who you are, and you will do as I say so.”

It cracks against the drywall, splintering the frame, and then slumps to the ground. Lucas moves so fast I can’t tell what he’s doing until a sickening crack of bones rings out, twisting the creature’s head around. As soon as he drops it, the thing explodes into rats, all dead expect one. “Wait,” I yell as Lucas goes to stomp on it. The thing writhes around on the ground, trying to get off its back. “It might go back to—I don’t know—a home base or something.” Lucas nods. “A pied piper, so to speak.”

From Tessa’s Perspective: I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits

> “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.” She heard scratching along the paper’s edges. Thousands of tiny, black shadows climbed up—spiders made from broken computer code, hungry and relentless. They were coming for them. “If the Author’s a prisoner and the Board’s lost control… who’s the dark master that’s taken the pen?”

I finally admitted " And they lead me to the edge of a cliff. I dove off into the freezing water. For a moment when I was under I felt like I'd made a mistake. But then I saw a shimmering light further down. The next thing I knew Seb was pulling me out of a bathtub." I ended taking another sip of the hot tea. Helia came back to the table and sat across from us just like when we first arrived here. Seeing her there brought a lot of questions to my mind. "So Celeste was the creator of vampires" I stated to get my thoughts organized "Yes. The first immortal" Helia responded "Okay. And one thousand years ago a war started on Nexus because this Erebus guy wanted all the power. Celeste sacrificed

He asked. He then flicked out a puppet from his pocket. “I took the liberty of having your daughter here Clarisee make this for me,” he exhaled. “Irs main ability is to return whatever damage I deal on it to whoever's DNA is embedded on it. And you wouldn't believe this… I took the Liberty of getting a bit of your blood on the puppet,” he chuckled. “So I suggest you obey me,” he said and then broke the hand of the puppet and Diane yelled in pain as her bones cracked. “Ouch,” Harkov laughed.

"He said it contained knowledge too dangerous for most to possess. I think it's time we uncovered what he was trying to protect us from." We spend hours pouring over crumbling scrolls and cryptic texts, each revelation more shocking than the last. We uncover evidence of a vast conspiracy spanning millennia – shadow organizations manipulating werewolf and Fae politics, ancient rituals designed to weaken the barriers between realms, and at the center of it all, a enigmatic figure known only as the Puppet Master. As dawn breaks, casting long shadows across the chamber, a particular passage catches my eye. My breath catches in my throat as I read it aloud: