[ There is also lemon bread for anyone to help themselves with! And three glazed donuts reserved for The Batter's Add-Ons. ]

[ A task that she assigned him for the day: Please do not let anyone disturb me while I rest, I need this. I trust that you can handle yourself for today, yeah?

- Catch ♡ ]

[NC]

*CUT! TAKE 5!*

"Ri think i done retty good with the spreeches."

The Pitcher seems to be alone this time, absentmindedly tossing a ball up and down in a manner suiting of his name.

He seems silent as ever, eyes concealed by his cap.

Does [READER] interact with the silent Puppeteer?

[ ...The cap is off, resting on a desk near her. She's currently hiding her face in her knees. Clearly in distress and upset. Seems all of those sleepless nights and that stress is beginning to get to her... ]

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ!

ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ?

You were always going to do it. You liked to push back against it – it’s a good feeling, surrender, actually – but you knew, you knew from the first moment you heard – even before you heard the question – you knew what your answer would be. She’s been dead since the beginning.