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July Patreon Theme: Master the Dark
They say those who master the dark have been through a lot in order to know how to "master" such a scary thing.... They've been through a lot, and they somehow survived.... Others may not have been as fortunate.
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Stitch.... Stitch.... Stitch.... It was a cross-stitch, from what the orc knew. He wasn't too into sewing, but he knew the name of the stitch he was looking at. It was odd to him, though. Most of the time he'd have been upset and freaking out, but now he was just staring in awestruck horror at this needle that wove in and out of his stomach... painlessly. Wherever the needle pierced, he could no longer feel the portion of his body around it, let alone move it. It was something he didn't want to continue, but he was powerless to stop it.
Just moments before, he had wrestled with one of the hands as it stuffed cotton into his belly, making it more plump.... but the more he wrestled, the more exhausted he became. Not to mention while trying to wrestle with that hand, another hand had already started stitching his free arm, making it impossible to move anymore.
"Mmmmph." He mumbled through a cloth mouth. Half his body had changed... I guess he had to just let it happen now -- there was nothing he could do.
Of course, dolls don't DO much anyway.
~~~
Mannequins are creepy. They always had been. You are in a store alone, late at night, and you see someone out of the corner of your eye, and they are facing you.... You don't know why they are, but your heart begins to race... your pupils dilate and you turn around....
Oh. It's just a mannequin. This one, though, was a bit different. Usually they had the porcelainesque coloration, devoid of life... but this one had cream and brown on it... and it had a beak.
"Odd." I remarked aloud, approaching the mannequin. One of its legs had fallen off -- a yellowish chicken leg of some sort. Was it a chicken leg? I couldn't really tell....
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something... move. Jumping back, I narrowly avoided getting hit in the head by a weird, white, floating hand that was carrying one of the mannequins arms. Right beneath it was another hand that was lifting up a cloth in the same color of the arm.
The eyes of this mannequin were white and lifeless, but the rest of it seemed to have... been alive at some point.
"Mannequins are really scary now-a-days." I said, sidestepping as another hand moved some of the mannequins limbs away. Why wasn't I scared of this?
"I'm... gonna go now." I remarked, realizing what I was seeing was... a bit unnerving. I guess it just took a moment to process.
Turning around, I began to walk away... but then I felt a hand grasp my shoulder.
~~~
It was getting harder to talk. The werewolf looked up at the ceiling, seeing more shining threads snake down from it, needle sharp points at the end of each thread. Looking to his arms, he saw the threads that already dug themselves into his body. The first few hurt, but now he wasn't feeling any pain from them. Then again, he wasn't feeling anything at all.
"It takes so long, I'm sorry for that. But you looked tired, so then you sat!" The voice chuckled. "It takes a lot of time for a bodypart to be found by a thread, but it looks like another just entered your head!"
The werewolf felt a small tinge. A fuzzy feeling of sorts. He could feel the pressure of this new thread entering his skull and... into his mind. It seemed to suck away what he had left to think of. Slowly, everything faded... as the marionette was finished shrinking, and finished being made.
"Nice." The voice chuckled, lifting up the marionette by its threads, flipping the jaw slightly as it walked to the edge of the room. Marionettes had to be hung with care, and this was a rather heavy one, so it was an even better reason to be careful with it.
"I'll call you... Big Bad Wolf."
~~~
"I thought I would be one who lit the world." Shadger remarked as a hand tilted his head up, slowly opening his mouth until it was stuck open. "aw ae awww aww aww." (Not being a candlestick.)
He felt a hand grab his arm. It lifted his arm upward and bent the bones like one would a rubber eraser. It bent and twisted, but he felt no pain.... Within moments, his arm was stuck, bent in that curved position and aimed upward. It was probably going to be just like the other arm, which was holding a lit candle right now.
The candle felt good to hold in his hand, and seeing a new candle coming down into the other just made him smile. If this was how he wanted to live, it might as well be a candlestick.... Or, was he going to be alive?
He shrugged it off, unable to say, or do much else as the final candle was placed deep into the candlestick's mouth.
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Top left to bottom right: Broflounder, Chalur, Sergeant Wolf, Shadger
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Stitch.... Stitch.... Stitch.... It was a cross-stitch, from what the orc knew. He wasn't too into sewing, but he knew the name of the stitch he was looking at. It was odd to him, though. Most of the time he'd have been upset and freaking out, but now he was just staring in awestruck horror at this needle that wove in and out of his stomach... painlessly. Wherever the needle pierced, he could no longer feel the portion of his body around it, let alone move it. It was something he didn't want to continue, but he was powerless to stop it.
Just moments before, he had wrestled with one of the hands as it stuffed cotton into his belly, making it more plump.... but the more he wrestled, the more exhausted he became. Not to mention while trying to wrestle with that hand, another hand had already started stitching his free arm, making it impossible to move anymore.
"Mmmmph." He mumbled through a cloth mouth. Half his body had changed... I guess he had to just let it happen now -- there was nothing he could do.
Of course, dolls don't DO much anyway.
~~~
Mannequins are creepy. They always had been. You are in a store alone, late at night, and you see someone out of the corner of your eye, and they are facing you.... You don't know why they are, but your heart begins to race... your pupils dilate and you turn around....
Oh. It's just a mannequin. This one, though, was a bit different. Usually they had the porcelainesque coloration, devoid of life... but this one had cream and brown on it... and it had a beak.
"Odd." I remarked aloud, approaching the mannequin. One of its legs had fallen off -- a yellowish chicken leg of some sort. Was it a chicken leg? I couldn't really tell....
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something... move. Jumping back, I narrowly avoided getting hit in the head by a weird, white, floating hand that was carrying one of the mannequins arms. Right beneath it was another hand that was lifting up a cloth in the same color of the arm.
The eyes of this mannequin were white and lifeless, but the rest of it seemed to have... been alive at some point.
"Mannequins are really scary now-a-days." I said, sidestepping as another hand moved some of the mannequins limbs away. Why wasn't I scared of this?
"I'm... gonna go now." I remarked, realizing what I was seeing was... a bit unnerving. I guess it just took a moment to process.
Turning around, I began to walk away... but then I felt a hand grasp my shoulder.
~~~
It was getting harder to talk. The werewolf looked up at the ceiling, seeing more shining threads snake down from it, needle sharp points at the end of each thread. Looking to his arms, he saw the threads that already dug themselves into his body. The first few hurt, but now he wasn't feeling any pain from them. Then again, he wasn't feeling anything at all.
"It takes so long, I'm sorry for that. But you looked tired, so then you sat!" The voice chuckled. "It takes a lot of time for a bodypart to be found by a thread, but it looks like another just entered your head!"
The werewolf felt a small tinge. A fuzzy feeling of sorts. He could feel the pressure of this new thread entering his skull and... into his mind. It seemed to suck away what he had left to think of. Slowly, everything faded... as the marionette was finished shrinking, and finished being made.
"Nice." The voice chuckled, lifting up the marionette by its threads, flipping the jaw slightly as it walked to the edge of the room. Marionettes had to be hung with care, and this was a rather heavy one, so it was an even better reason to be careful with it.
"I'll call you... Big Bad Wolf."
~~~
"I thought I would be one who lit the world." Shadger remarked as a hand tilted his head up, slowly opening his mouth until it was stuck open. "aw ae awww aww aww." (Not being a candlestick.)
He felt a hand grab his arm. It lifted his arm upward and bent the bones like one would a rubber eraser. It bent and twisted, but he felt no pain.... Within moments, his arm was stuck, bent in that curved position and aimed upward. It was probably going to be just like the other arm, which was holding a lit candle right now.
The candle felt good to hold in his hand, and seeing a new candle coming down into the other just made him smile. If this was how he wanted to live, it might as well be a candlestick.... Or, was he going to be alive?
He shrugged it off, unable to say, or do much else as the final candle was placed deep into the candlestick's mouth.
~~~~~
Top left to bottom right: Broflounder, Chalur, Sergeant Wolf, Shadger
All characters are copyrighted to their respective owners.
Art (C)
pikminpedia Me~~~~~
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