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He sees Bill Cipher. They are at a strange location filled with vibrant colors, most things around them being different shades of green. Looking at Bill Cipher, he can see his appearance has changed. He looks less intimidating; he seems significantly younger, though he is still taller than him, and wears clothes that don't demand attention. Pup likes him better this way. He suddenly feels tears stinging his eyes, but this time he can resist the urge to throw a tantrum. For whatever reason, he appears to be shorter than what he's grown used to, his neck angled more to look into the topaz eyes that display Bill's anger. His expression feels ti

Pup scampers to Bill's side and allows for an arm to be wrapped around him. He has a hard time keeping eye contact with the other demon. Marian has only one eye with a vertical scar crossing over it. It's bright pink glow gives Pup a much worse feeling than Bill Cipher's warm, honey-like ones. Where his other eye should be holds a star-shaped scar, and the puppet can't help but wonder what created it. Maybe he's more dangerous than Bill Cipher. He shudders under the blonde. The arm around him tightens in either a protective or possessive manner and Pup can't decide which it is. Regardless, he feels safer under the grip and doesn't wish to

"Okay, now turn around." The puppet shifts his weight carefully so his back faces the blonde. Bill makes a noise in his throat and it sounds criticizing. Pup swallows. He doesn't want to displease him and be punished again. Yet he personally doesn't like the body, so how can he hope someone as expecting as Bill Cipher will? "Stretch out your arms for me." Pup holds his arms parallel to the ground, trying not to let fear overcome him as he hears footsteps from behind him. When a gloved hand touches his forearm, he jumps in surprise. Though Bill Cipher shushes him gently, as his grip tightens on the puppet's arm, Pup knows he's losing patie

 "Ah, you're finally awake. Do you need help standing? I know you're more than foreign to having legs." He looks in the direction in the voice as his vision clears up. Yellow. The man is completely covered in yellow clothing. He must've been the blur that he saw. And what is he saying? Something about legs? That he has them? The puppet may be dense, but he definitely doesn't recall having legs. "You don't believe me when I say you have legs, do you? Well then we're off to a poor start." All of a sudden the confused puppet is being lifted into mid-air, and before he knows it he's forced to land on his feet and holy crap he actually ha