(Controlling the puppet since nobody has them)
The puppet floated through the halls, it's everlasting grin seeming to grow wider as he spotted a sleeping night guard. 
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Josué looked over at Tasha, who had been sleeping in the corner, worriedly. His breath caught in his throat as the music grew louder. The puppet floated into the room, leaping at Tasha and running back down the hall with her in it's clutches. (Anticlimactic yay)