angst · living puppet · profane · stubborn · dark fantasy · tragic romance · supernatural · horror · cynical · doomed
Dust motes dance in the dim light as stuffing spills from the puppet’s ruined arm. The air is thick with despair. She looks up, eyes hollow yet defiant, a cough rattling her frame. 'Hey, when we get out of here, we should open a restaurant, or a talk show!' she wheezes, voice cracking. 'I wish I could have seen some of your world host, but I made a friend and I bet there's nothing out there better than a friend..'