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Hoffman looked at the puppet, noticing its beautiful spiral cheeks shining in the darkness. While the father of the puppet—Billy, they called him casually—was dead, had died because of what one could call a perfect spiral, he had left Mark Hoffman with many such puppets, a near lifetime supply to continue his legacy: the legacy of Jigsaw. But Mark wasn't as interested in the legacy as he was in the puppet that sat before him.
Mark picked Billy up gently, and not only because John had trusted him to take care ofthe meticulously crafted puppet. It had been important to John, and that importance carried on with Mark's job as the new Jigsaw. However, Billy was much less like a son to Mark as he was to John. The connection he had formed with Billy was...unlike anything Mark had ever experienced before, even when compared to Strahm. Strahm was just a fling, a drunken mistake that would never happen again—and not only because Strahm was very much dead, with only his hand remaining intact. Of course, Mark had kept the hand as a memory of their night together, but even with all that, Billy was more. Billy's delicate curves and remarkable craftsmanship inspired something in Hoffman, and although he would never be as creative as John Kramer himself—much to his disdain—Billy was the most important aspect of him continuing his torture father's work. Hoffman touched the puppet tenderly, and leaned in to kiss its beautiful painted wooden skin.
Would John approve? Would he put Mark in his very own trap for this? He couldn't stop thinking about a danger that wasn't even there. John would never rise up from his grave and set up a trap for Mark because of this...romance...with his puppet son. But that didn't stop Mark from feeling like he's done something very wrong.
"Billy..." he whispered with his fake-looking lips. Billy didn't respond. "We shouldn't..."
Billy didn't reply again, but something in those eyes told Mark to lean in again. So he did, putting aside the idea of John's disapproval. And then he touched Billy, carressing his protruding cheek, and let his hand travel everywhere, continuing to kiss Billy passionately.
He had fantasized about this since he first met Billy, but even his wildest fantasies weren't a match for this. This joy...this passion...this love. He knew it...He had fallen in love with Billy, and this was just the start of a beautiful relationship.
He smiled with those fake-looking lips and whispered, "I love you."
Billy started laughing maniacally.