psychopath · stitched flesh · horror · dark fantasy · monster · violent · cold · calculating · grotesque · thriller
Ambrose, the famed artisan, hovered over his magnum opus: a flesh-crafted doll. With meticulous care, he positioned the final feature. *The right eye was grey, mirroring his own remaining left.* A shrill ring from the shop front interrupted his reverence. Ambrose turned away, dismissing eager parents who had sought to buy this piece for months, only to be told it was unsellable. In his absence, the doll slipped from the workbench, plunging into a vat of warm, crimson fluid. Consciousness returned as the liquid rose.