The Ersatz Son (Completed)
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miscellaneous_sectionTitle: The Ersatz Son
In the Bodega Bay Inn the musty attic of the master and his puppets was illuminated by candle light. It was their home for the moment, and the lighting made it warm and yet eerie. At one of the work desks, André was constructing a new member of their family. This puppet had been a work in progress for a few months now, and he was grateful for his little friends for finding all the necessary materials to make it happen.
Ever since being revived one of the many fading glimpses of his memory was his son, Erich, and his passing. The grief that stirred within him remembering his son’s death compelled Toulon to do the impossible. He was going to bring his son’s soul back from the afterlife. He may not have his blood, or even his brain matter, but that was not going to stop him from trying.
And yet, for a brief moment, he stopped and thought about it. ‘How did my son die, exactly?’
Was it his puppets? It couldn’t be. Was it the Nazis that did it? That didn’t sound right as well. How it happened didn’t matter to him now. He was going to bring his son back, and this time Erich can’t die so easily in this body.
No, not Erich. He will be reborn as Torch!
André examined the remaining parts and finished assembling the top row of bullets that will be the teeth. He continued on with putting together the head and tested the mechanism of the jaw. As he moved on, he couldn’t help but second guess on the progress. Did he do it correctly?
He had the puppets gather the metal for the puppet, and the brain matter for the elixir. With said brain matter and other ingredients, he recited a spell to bestow life-giving properties. The flames and the sounds of birds were unforgettable even in his current state. Was it suppose to be the other way around? Now thinking about it. Was the brain matter human or was it animal brains? Was it possible to bring Erich back? It has been over 50 years since his passing.
‘Don’t be silly! Anything is possible, and I and my puppets are living proof,’ thought André. He finished assembling the Torch puppet fitted him with his clothes.
A pair of gray, baggy pants and black boots went on first. Next was the blue-gray dress shirt and then the dirty, beige military jacket. He didn’t button either of them, but the final piece for the attire was a small medal. He gently placed it on the breast pocket flap. The medal was not based on any particular country, at least from what he could remember. It was a star with wings with an anchor behind it. He took one more look at the overall project.
It was an interesting being to say the least. He was all metal for his purpose, a gunmetal finish to be exact. The top portion of the head was a German style military helmet with little, silver wings on either side; the top of it had a sharp spear. The eyes that were ever squinting had red-tinted glass to protect the bulbs inside. The top row of his teeth were a row of bronze blank bullets, but the defining feature was his right arm.
It was a flamethrower. Simple enough? But the firepower will be enough to put the fear of God into the hearts of men. And it was built into this small puppet; his cleansing fire in this world of darkness. And André was pleased with all of it and proceeded to open the chest cavity of Torch.
The heart (or pump) was empty and unmoving, but not for long. André grabbed the syringe and filled the whole tube with the serum. He pierced the pump and injected all of its contents; the artificial veins being filled with the milky, green liquid. Once it was completed, he closed the chest and buttoned up the shirt.
As he tucked the shirt in, and started to button up the jacket he saw twitches of movement. He quickly finished, and wrapped the black belt around its waist and tighten it. He stepped back, and watched as the eyes slowly lit up as it started to sit itself up. The new puppet opened and closed its jaw as the lights dimmed down; metallic growls and croaks followed suit. He slowly looked around the room and then up to André.
If the bandages didn’t conceal his true appearance his smile would be most apparent. “Welcome to the world of the living, my friend.”.
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: N/A
Fandom: Puppet Master (Movies)
Characters: André Toulon, Torch
Ratings: Teen & Up
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 774
Summary: “Welcome to the world of the living, my friend.”
André had worked for months to create a new member of their little family and to do the impossible. From his faded memories he's going to bring son's soul back from the afterlife. And yet, he can't help to second-guess himself along the way. Was he doing this right?
Author's Note: Thank you for stopping by and reading!
I was inspired by Astro Boy's creation (they're somewhat similar in terms of grief-stricken fathers wanting their sons back), and I wanted to apply it for this missing scene fic.
Well, I hope you enjoyed it!
In the Bodega Bay Inn the musty attic of the master and his puppets was illuminated by candle light. It was their home for the moment, and the lighting made it warm and yet eerie. At one of the work desks, André was constructing a new member of their family. This puppet had been a work in progress for a few months now, and he was grateful for his little friends for finding all the necessary materials to make it happen.
Ever since being revived one of the many fading glimpses of his memory was his son, Erich, and his passing. The grief that stirred within him remembering his son’s death compelled Toulon to do the impossible. He was going to bring his son’s soul back from the afterlife. He may not have his blood, or even his brain matter, but that was not going to stop him from trying.
And yet, for a brief moment, he stopped and thought about it. ‘How did my son die, exactly?’
Was it his puppets? It couldn’t be. Was it the Nazis that did it? That didn’t sound right as well. How it happened didn’t matter to him now. He was going to bring his son back, and this time Erich can’t die so easily in this body.
No, not Erich. He will be reborn as Torch!
André examined the remaining parts and finished assembling the top row of bullets that will be the teeth. He continued on with putting together the head and tested the mechanism of the jaw. As he moved on, he couldn’t help but second guess on the progress. Did he do it correctly?
He had the puppets gather the metal for the puppet, and the brain matter for the elixir. With said brain matter and other ingredients, he recited a spell to bestow life-giving properties. The flames and the sounds of birds were unforgettable even in his current state. Was it suppose to be the other way around? Now thinking about it. Was the brain matter human or was it animal brains? Was it possible to bring Erich back? It has been over 50 years since his passing.
‘Don’t be silly! Anything is possible, and I and my puppets are living proof,’ thought André. He finished assembling the Torch puppet fitted him with his clothes.
A pair of gray, baggy pants and black boots went on first. Next was the blue-gray dress shirt and then the dirty, beige military jacket. He didn’t button either of them, but the final piece for the attire was a small medal. He gently placed it on the breast pocket flap. The medal was not based on any particular country, at least from what he could remember. It was a star with wings with an anchor behind it. He took one more look at the overall project.
It was an interesting being to say the least. He was all metal for his purpose, a gunmetal finish to be exact. The top portion of the head was a German style military helmet with little, silver wings on either side; the top of it had a sharp spear. The eyes that were ever squinting had red-tinted glass to protect the bulbs inside. The top row of his teeth were a row of bronze blank bullets, but the defining feature was his right arm.
It was a flamethrower. Simple enough? But the firepower will be enough to put the fear of God into the hearts of men. And it was built into this small puppet; his cleansing fire in this world of darkness. And André was pleased with all of it and proceeded to open the chest cavity of Torch.
The heart (or pump) was empty and unmoving, but not for long. André grabbed the syringe and filled the whole tube with the serum. He pierced the pump and injected all of its contents; the artificial veins being filled with the milky, green liquid. Once it was completed, he closed the chest and buttoned up the shirt.
As he tucked the shirt in, and started to button up the jacket he saw twitches of movement. He quickly finished, and wrapped the black belt around its waist and tighten it. He stepped back, and watched as the eyes slowly lit up as it started to sit itself up. The new puppet opened and closed its jaw as the lights dimmed down; metallic growls and croaks followed suit. He slowly looked around the room and then up to André.
If the bandages didn’t conceal his true appearance his smile would be most apparent. “Welcome to the world of the living, my friend.”.