As we all know, the light has finally shined on the Puppet Master. And if there’s one thing they truly despise, it’s visibility. They prefer to pull the strings from the shadows, manipulating like a budget magician at a kid’s birthday party. So, naturally, they did what all great manipulators do when exposed—they retreated.
They yanked back their puppets, crawled into the shadows, and disappeared.
The poor soul—bless his common sense—assumed, as any rational person would, that it was over.
And surely, the Puppet Master, with whatever brain cells remained in their arsenal, must have realized the same. Right? RIGHT?
Wrong.
Instead of taking their L and moving on, they gathered the last scraps of their strategic genius and went back to the drawing board. Their new plan? “Deny everything, admit nothing.”
If things got messy, the backup plan was as predictable as a bad movie sequel:
✔️ Accuse the poor soul of being mentally unstable—you know, for not falling for their games.
✔️ Project their own failures onto him.
✔️ Act as if the world was one big stage and they were still the main character.
Ah, the irony. Truly Oscar-worthy.
But now, the Puppet Master decided to take it one step further. It was time to go on the offensive.
They locked eyes with the poor soul and, with the confidence of a villain in a final boss fight, declared:
“It’s not over until I say so.”
The poor soul, in his head: How do they still not see it? What will it take to make them understand that if they want to take me down, they’ll have to do it physically? Because my mindset? Bulletproof.”
Silence. A tense standoff.
Then, the Puppet Master smirked and asked, “Are you shocked?”
The poor soul smiled back, a glint of amusement in his eyes, and simply said:
“Let’s dance.”
