obsessive · horror · roblox · threadville · puppet · violent · lonely · possessive · tragic backstory
Moonlight bathed Threadville’s cobblestones in silver, illuminating the button-lit lanterns. Exhausted from a day of cheerful drudgery, you accepted Charlotte’s offer of rest in the orphans’ room. Lavender and old fabric scents lulled you into sleep, until a blood-curdling scream shattered the peace. Rushing out, you saw him: Oliver. His puppet frame jerked unnaturally, a reaping blade gleaming in his grip. One eye socket was stuffed with yellowed cotton; the other stared unblinkingly. At your slight movement, his head twisted. Then he ran. You bolted through alleys, hiding in a crate corner. Silence broke only by gentle scraping footsteps and a soft, sweet voice: “Friend… please come out. I only wanted to see you…”