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@a-riotous-beauty Placing his boot over your mouth, “Shh shh shh. I’ve missed your voice, but now is not when you speak.” Removing his foot, quickly replacing it with a gloved fist. -blackness- Slapping Lotta. “Wake up, sunshine.” Her body strung like a puppet, upside down, ropes around her neck, arms, torso, and legs. Peter, laying on the floor beneath her. “You’ve been busy while I’ve been away.” Running his finger across her cheek, “Be a lamb and tell us what’s new in your fucked up little world. Pretty girl like you has probably been... busy?”

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#they aren't ready #wait til they get a load of me

We’ve experienced some.. disturbing behavior. While playing with the other children, Peter has been observed pushing other children from the top of the big toy. Last week, he sent a boy to the emergency room after forcing the boy under the seesaw and.. well you can figure the rest. Peter is no longer welcome at this institute. I also have seen to it that he will not be welcome at any school in this state.

Recording from the office Dr. Ken Grayson, former headmaster of Westerly’s School for Troubled Youth. 4th known victim of Puppet Maestro.

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Zachary Quinto

-His eyes flew open. he sat up quickly, hands now free, eyes jolting around. one hand trying to push it away, the other checking the status of his face.-

tick tock

-nothing. his face was fine. eyes adjusting he’s in his room. alone. he laid his head down on the pillow. waiting for sleep to take him back.-

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(low mocking laughter)

-his eyes shot open. no. its not real.-

(laughter gets louder, more prevalent. now plainly coming from inside his head)

Go away. I have nothing more to give you. Just leave me alone...

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-he covered his ears, throat tightening, tears beginning to form-

I told you I don’t need you anymore..

-he cried himself to sleep, the laughing ceased. silence and darkness surrounds-

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#Papa's got a brand new bag #hello again #welcome to the puppet show

-rushing from the darkness. it snatched his head by the the ears, jerking his face towards the sky, lifting him and the chair off the ground-

Never.

-it threw him down the chair crashed backwards from the force so he was now on his back. it mounted him, cold hands forcing his mouth open, farther than it should. his eyes adjusted and now he could see it, it was him smiling. always the same twisted smile, the last thing hundreds have seen before.-

H- How...

-it leaned forward. savagely forcing its head into his mouth, he could feel the bones in his jaw break. muscles tearing-

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-beyond the light, darkness. silence except for the-

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DO YOU HEAR ME! LET. ME. GO.

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-the chair he’s tied to is sticky with congealed blood. his hands tied behind were slick with it-

Let me go

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-a single light flutters to life above, he squints, eyes struggling to adjust-

Why am I here?

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-a low mocking laugh in the distance-

Who’s there?

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Why can’t I see anything?

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Where am I?

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moan

SEND ME “MOAN.” AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER!

Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muse’s chest.

Peter removed his hand from Jane’s rear, placing it on the other side of her waist. He then thrust his hips upward and swapped places with her. Pinning her down onto the street, he ripped open Jane’s shirt and began kissing her bare skin, starting at her neck and trailing down past her breasts down to her navel. Peter stopped and looked into her face smiling stupidly, “Well, this is how I flirt.”

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Peter eyed the woman, he admired her guts. “You want to know how I make those portals, right?” Then he lowered himself onto the knife, forcing the blade into his neck. “If you kill me you’ll never find out.” His eyes were locked onto hers, and his voice was unwavering. “You started the flirting, I responded. Don’t freak out. I’m going to get off of you now, and find myself a place to grab a drink. I still find you cute, so I would love if you could join me.” Peter could feel his blood starting to roll down his chest, yet he remained still and serious.

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He was insane! He had to be, to let her knife cut into him and not even flinch. Jane’s eye widened in surprise and even fear, but her arms held firm. He wouldn’t- would he?

The worst part was, he was right. She was burning with curiosity, and crazy as this man so obviously was, he had answers. That did not, however, mean she was going to let him off scott free.

“I wasn’t flirting." Jane lowered the knife slowly, keeping her eyes on his. "But I do know somewhere close, if you want that drink."

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"I do want that drink," Peter stood, more like jumped, off of the woman. "Where might this watering hole be?" Peter turned, drawing in a breath of relief and gulping hard. -That was way too close-

#professorofpredators

[pokes at tentatively]

Jon looks back with a smile. "Yes professor? Would you like to play with Peter?"

Work sucks. Let's write something awesome!

I'm gonna be stuck at work for an extra 4 hours. Sitting in a damn garage. So I figure a better use of my time than sitting counting dust specks will be to write a thread with you awesome people. I can write for grim verse, thornwatch verse, or serial killer verse. Just shoot me a reply or message with what you have in mind :)

#bored #starters?