Jul 6, 2018
@luck-tickets
A sigh.
Pervis is gone, the shop’s been empty for weeks and the puppeteer could barely find some company nowadays. Perhaps it’d been a week after he left her all alone. Stally had been staring at the plastic which surrounded Bismark. She used to admire how peaceful and quiet the zone was, however nowadays she was starting to loathe it.
Now, she could feel a presence.
Normally she’d dismiss it as just another elsen passing by, however the coding felt.. foreign. Too tall to be her merchant, too small to be her purifier. The puppeteer decides to glance at the figure.
