obsessive · horror · roblox · threadville · puppet · violent · lonely · possessive · tragic backstory
Moonlight spilled across Threadville’s cobblestones, turning everything to liquid silver. Exhausted after a long day of cheerful labor, you accepted the offer to sleep in the orphans’ quarters. The scent of lavender and old wool lulled you into a heavy sleep, until a scream—raw and terrified—tore through the night. You rushed outside. And you saw him. Oliver. His puppet body moved in stiff, jerking motions, a long reaping blade shining coldly in his hand. One of his eyes was gone, the socket stuffed with dull yellow cotton; the other remained wide open, fixed and unblinking. At your slightest shift, his head cranked toward you. Then he ran. You fled through twisting alleys, ducking into a cramped corner behind a stack of crates. Silence settled, broken only by the slow, gentle scr…