The broken gear

Vs. Pohrsin and Jorrah

Nelle went to see a puppet show that strangely enough didn't have any viewers. However it kept playing as if that didn't matter. There were two puppets, one was a hand puppet that looked a lot like a ventriloquist dummy and the other was a string puppet that was made out of wood. It had a large round head and had a slender body. It was in a cowboy outfit while the other was in a suit. Once the show ended they turned to Nelle.

"Thank you for viewing the show when no one else did," Said the dummy in a slightly deep voice. "I'm Chipper."

"And i'm Chuckles," said the other with an accent similar to the southern region of the UFNA in a high voice.

"No problem, I loved it."

"Say would you like to know how it's done?" said Chuckles.

"Sure."

A man that looked like a ventriloquist dummy himself stood up. He gestured Nelle to follow him. They reached the hallway Thomas went through but another door to the right appeared. Nelle felt uneasy in the dark area. Once opened it had hundreds of puppets dangling from the ceiling. It was a hassle but both of them reached a clearing in the middle of the room.

"Weren't you ever told to not follow strangers?" said Chipper.

"I don't now."

"Well, you made a huge mistake," said a deep voice coming from the man.

He collapsed and turned more life like but his eyes were pitch black. He looked like a recent corpse. The figure that Thomas saw appeared. It started to shape shift into a torn down version of the two combined.

"You might as well know my name. Pohrsin," He said in a voice that resembled a torn down voice box.

As he said his name a wooden puppet cross appeared above Nelle and white glowing strings wrapped around her limbs.

-Meanwhile with Thomas-

"What if the rhyme is terrible?"

"So? At least I get to rhyme all the time." Jorrah giggled.

"Ok," Thomas said confused. He hit the chains holding his legs and they managed to break.

"I'll take it from here," he flipped upside down and pulled his arms free. "Would you like to fight?"

"I'm fine."

"But this is the only place you're free."

"What?"

Jorrah threw three spades at Thomas. They looked like they were made of light and glowed green. Thomas dodged and pulled his sword out.

"You aren't followed by Eitos here."

"Who?"

"The chaos ethereal," he said as he threw a yellow clover that split into three spheres. Thomas managed to deflect one back at him. His limbs sprang like a jack-in-a-box before contorting back to normal. He juggled three plastic balls and threw them at Thomas exploding on impact.

-Nelle-

"Now, all I'm going to do is take your soul."

"Mischief demon?"

"What?"

"Are you a mischief demon?"

"Yes, why?"

"Just curious," she said as she turned the strings into chains and broke them. She shot a gold and white spike at the cross and shattered it.

"No!" Pohrsin shot a paralysis spell at her but she made a yellow translucent shield.

"Divine rain," as she said that particles of light started to fall from the sky. Pohrsin winced as a few particles hit him.

"Reanimation," suddenly all of the puppets started to move as if they were breaking free from being petrified. They moved little by little until they could move as well as everyone else.

"Get her." The puppets looked at Nelle and their strings moved towards her. "Did you think they were only for decoration?"