I lead a pretty normal life.... With all the coolio friends I have. Most of them anyway. Some just like to piss me off and pretend they didn't know what the hell they did. I resist the urge to become what I am...to tear them apart and laugh.... I am the Puppeteer. I dun' believe in the silly thing called 'love' 'cause it doesn't make sense. As a human, my hair is brown and my eyes are speckled. As the Puppeteer, I am the polar opposite. I control my little dolls, more like they control me. I don't do anything, but they make me. The police say they don't believe me. My life was normal until I met my puppet, and then everything became surreal.
As a younger child, I always enjoyed dolls. My brown, curly hair would bounce as I looked at the porcelain dolls, and their beautifully painted glass eyes. It always felt like they were following me. They were malicious to my heart, like they wanted to kill and get revenge. When I was older, maybe around eleven or so, I began to become crazy. How so? Just a simple flashback.... ~Flashback~ I was sitting alone, waiting for my mother to pick me up. My best friend was at a choir concert. Jaedon and Tracy left. Alan never showed up. The right, metal and ear-drum bleeding door scratched across the pavement, crying for attention. There wasn't a breeze or anything. No leaves stopping at my feet or dust penetrating my eyes and making me cry. "Hello?" I asked, looking up from my book. There was no answer. I stood up and looked behind the doors and there was a little, stitched up ragdoll. Her purple, yarn hair covered her dress. I stood there, looking at her. As if I was locked in place. Her giant, puffy, heart bows were covering 50% of her head. After gathering enough courage, I picked her up and held her. "Shh....It's okay...You're safe now..." ~Flashback End~ I will never forget, my stupid, stupid words.
I soon become thirteen, with the little dolly from sixth grade on my shelf. It's not to long before I don't want to sleep in the dark by myself. What's this? Another memory? ~Flashback~ It's three days after my birthday, and I can't sleep. Nobody except me is awake. I have the strangest feeling of being watched from someone in the room, and I can't stand it. I snatch my phone from under my pillow, and I twitch. I hear a THUMP and a THUD ! My feet are aching to run away from the dark, but I'm locked in place again. I'm clutching my small phone in one hand, and my ring tone 'We no Speak Americano' going off. It goes off twice and them rings again after they left me a very angry voicemail. I bounced off my bed and flee'd to the bathroom and locked the door, looking at who called me. Tracy. ~Flashback End<
I can't remember how mad Tracy was, but I missed his happy voice ring in my ear. His green eyes we're barely covered by his white-ish blonde hair. I remember when we met in sixth grade when I was marching around Michael's intruments. He fell and landed on me and took the scrape on my knee. I remember that precious moment like always. Back to my horror story. I ran out the garage door and pressed the garage door opener and ran down the street. I was perfectly fine until I heard a blood curdling scream. It was mine. There was shining crimson under the moonlight.
I pounded my fists against the cold concrete. I regret wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I pushes myself on my side, looking at my leg bleeding. There was a huge laceration in my leg, and not to far from the trail of blood was the doll, sitting with white, sharp, little teeth with blood dripping down the side back to where I was. I was poisoned with a sick obsession...
I awoke back in my hell hole of a dark room. It was like, I have no idea, three in the morning? I scratched my head and a piece of hair got stuck. White-blond hair? The heck? I looked down where my laceration was, and it was stitched like nothing happened! I was in a dress, ruffled and two colors out of them all. I was looking in my mirror and saw two green-emerald eyes, staring at me at like I was a ghost. Where is the doll? I looked around, then down in my lap, there is my little blood thirsty creature, sitting like a proper Lady.
I stood up, and stretched my arms out to reveal I have strings, tied to all my fingers. The strings lead down to the puppet. I laughed like a mad man, and did a puppet show. There was a knock on my window, and I giggled. I lead my little puppet to the window and made her open it. It was...Tracy. I frowned and walked back to my chair, where I was sitting and began talking to my doll. Ah....You are my Master.... "Master? What? I'm not your master, I'm just your friend." But don't you remember Moscow? You picked me up in sixth grade. "Yes bu-" You became my master at that time. At that time, I was free from not doing anything! I became so bored, and you found me. "What about earlier!? You bit my leg!" Tracy watched from a corner, and bit his lip, probably texting Jaedon for some help. It appeared as if I was talking to myself, but I wasn't! Maybe it was a dream....
Tracy poked his head up,"Moscow?" I glanced in his direction. That's right! My hair and eye color totally changed..and I'm wearing this dress thing.... "Tracy!" "What the heck happened to you?" "I can explain, if you can believe me." I heard a sharp growl from the floor. I looked down, and only saw my doll. "Okay, I'll believe you." As soon as I said,'I was running from my doll' the puppet hissed, and bit Tracy's leg and the strings slipped off my fingers and I fell to the floor. Tracy laughed evilly, standing up. His voice was mixed with some kind of devil's voice. Hahaha....Moscow.... "Tracy!" I attempted to stand up, but I fell back in agonizing pain. I tried to scream, but my mouth was seeing itself into a smile. I lifted my arm and it bent backwards, because it was sewn and stuffed. I blacked out. --------------- I woke up, with sweat beading on my forehead. I looked the same, and all my stitches were gone. I heard a child's laugh, not even a child's, Tracy's laugh from sixth grade! I tried to stand up, but I was being held down by weights, tied to my legs. I saw a spark of sharp white teeth from the darkness in front of me. The eyes were a light shade of pink and crimson, coming out on the more red side. I've created a monster out of Tracy....