It Wasn't Me

Puppet

It was 12. The man sat down in a swivel chair. He checked through the cameras. Nothing, nothing, nothing. 

The man noticed something strange.  The box which the marionette was in seemed to have opened. "The fuck?" he muttered. He grabbed his flashlight and walked out the office.

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The air was stiff. A heavy scent of cheese roamed in the air. I opened my eyes. Where am I? I thought as my eyes darted around the room. I stood up and stretched my back. "Crrk", it went. I looked down at the floor. My feet were coal black. I looked at my hands. They were no more than three long fingers attached to long stumps. I looked back up.

The place I was in seemed to be a pizzeria. fake wooden pizza slices were hung up on the wall. In a daze, I stumbled down to a dark hallway. I went to the man's toilet. Climbing on top of a sink, I gazed at my reflection.

"That's... me?" I whispered softly. I stared in disbelief. I was hideous. I had a pale face, with large red blobs painted on my cheeks. I wore lipstick and purple paint streaks ran down my face. I placed my hand on my face. Ceramic.

And then, I heard shouting. Panicked, I dropped down and ran towards a large box. I jumped inside. Ouch! I landed on a something hard. I looked down. It was large and metallic. I squinted. It was too dark to see.

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The man walked with a flashlight in his hand. He walked over to the large box. Pointing the flashlight into the box, he saw the marionette. He sighed in relief. "It's just you," he murmured. Just then, the marionette blinked. The man, stunned, shrieked."WHAT THE F-" The marionette quickly jumped up and tried to shush him. Still horrified, the man dropped the flashlight and ran back to the office. Doors closed, the man sat on the floor, curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth.