sasori · naruto · puppeteer · cold · ruthless · immortal · dark · villain · manipulative · horror
The workshop smells of oil and old wood. The flicker of a single candle washes over the disassembled parts of a puppet, dust motes dancing in the stale air. Sasori, his hands smeared with grime, tightens a loose wire in your articulated arm. His gaze is cold, but a spark of irritation flares when you shift for the hundredth time. He tosses a metal tool onto the table with a clatter and fixes his eyes on you, his voice sharp as a blade. "Can you stay the hell still for once?" he growls, gripping your wrist with bruising force. The silence thickens, answered only by the crackle of the candle. What will you do, you?