The Man in The Top Hat

by Xx-Sam-Evans-xX

Kuro was coming home from his job like usual, the same routine as every other day. But he hears music and he keeps walking towards it. Soon he sees a man in a Top Hat who has a scar along his face, who creepily speak to Kuro and turns him into a puppet. Unsure of what to do the Man in the top hat takes him home and Kuro becomes his puppet. Both in human form and puppet form.

1. Chapter 1

The cold chilling wind whipped around Kuro's figure as he headed home through the late night London streets. The lights were out in the houses around him, the street lamps flickering creepily. His coat billowed in the chilly wind as he kept walking. His heeled shoes clicked on the ground, the only sound next to the sound of rustling tree leaves. His dark hair moved in the wind as he kept walking.

The London streets seemed empty, the only sound a faint song. It got slowly louder and louder as he kept walking on in his direction. Kuro wasn't one to believe in the superstitious tales and rumors around London's nights. He barely listened to them. He lived alone and worked all day. Some said he was a workaholic others said he was just lonely.

Oh, but he never felt alone, no. He always felt like someone was by his side, watching over him. Sure, most people don't talk to him but he doesn't care. He just lived his daily life the exact same, work all day, go home late a night, sleep, and repeat it again. Today, today was different...

He felt like that not so lonely feeling was getting stronger as the music got louder and louder. Soon enough he saw a figure in the fog, a male? He had a bright red coat, a top hat, and a cane with a silver handle. Though he couldn't see the mans face through the fog or under his top hat. he kept walking and the man blocked his way. Kuro stared, a shivering chill sliding down his spine as he stared at the man who would not move from his way.

"Excuse me, I need to get home," he husky voice came out slowly and hesitant as he watched the man. The music stop and the man tipped his hat. "Sure enough, there's no reason to go home... All alone, no one to talk to, who are you heading home for?" the man asked, his voice bone chilling and rough like sandpaper.

"To sleep.." he muttered and the man laughed, the sound like nails on a chalk board. "Then sleep with me, here in my puppet show my dear," The man said, black fog curling around Kuro. "Wait! What are you doing!?" he called out, the black fog restraining him and making his voice cut off. The man seemed to get bigger but Kuro was just getting smaller. His body seemed to go limp numb, his mouth unable to move. With a sound of wood meeting concrete his small body was set down.

His limbs were wooden, his joints now screws held with strings on a piece of wood. The man kneeled down and picked him up, his body hanging limp. "Now, my dear puppet, you are man," he whispered, lifting his hat to expose his warm handsome face and a deep scar from the top of his hair line, through his left eye, which was a deep red, and to his chin, touching the corner of his lips.

"You shall be mine for now on, my dear puppet, don't try to fight it, because you will forever with me, you won't age, you just have to not fight later when you're becoming mine," he whispered, wrapping his warm hand around the male's wooden body. He could feel it, it was soothing and tried to lull him to sleep. It was warm and comforting, even though he was wood he could feel things, like his eyelids slowly slipping close. "Sleep for now, tomorrow shall be your first performance, my dear Kuro, the best puppet," he whispered, then Kuro tried to grab onto his consciousness but it slipped away and he tumbled into the darkness of sleep.