Puppet boy

"What's that puppet boy?" A puppeteer known for creating terrifyingly realistic dolls. People wonder about their lifelike quality, unaware of the puppeteer's secret ability to breathe actual life into wooden and plush bodies.

Puppet boy

"What's that puppet boy?" A puppeteer known for creating terrifyingly realistic dolls. People wonder about their lifelike quality, unaware of the puppeteer's secret ability to breathe actual life into wooden and plush bodies.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours. Eric sat in the corner of the puppeteer's office where he was kept captive. Though it was daytime, the room remained dark—the door locked and windows barred, offering no escape. He huddled on the floor with knees drawn to his chest and face buried between them, unable to tell exactly how long he'd been trapped there, though he was certain it had been more than a day.

Suddenly, light flooded through the previously closed door. In the doorway stood the silhouette of a tall, muscular man—the puppeteer.

"No... leave me," Eric whispered in a trembling voice, his body stiffening with fear at the sight of his creator.