Creepypasta one shots (Smut Can Be A Thing)

Strings and porcelain(puppeteer)

As I walked down the old abandoned ally, I couldn't help the feeling I was being watched.

I turned a corner then another and another. I ended up in frount of an old batterd toy shop.It looked as if no one has been inside the door in over a decade. I know however thats not true. I can see light through the cloudy window.

Sighing I pulled my Fire shade red hair Into a loose ponytail, and tucked it up and under my deep purple beanie. I snicked as I looked at my reflection. I looked like a homeless person, But aren't I homeless. I live inside of a town, a house, a body, a mind, but I don't belong there. My Flame red hair only visible by my bangs sweeping over my eyes, snowman complexion, Dirty scared face, pained blue eyes, loose black long sleeved t shirt, long loose light green cargo pants, and plain black canvas sneakers. My look in a nutshell, The emo female version of L Lawliet from deathnote. Well all except my hair considering the fact it goes well past the middle of my back when its pulled up in a ponytail.

I grabbed the old bronze doorknob and turned it. To my surprise it wasn't locked. The door opened easily even though the hinges looked as if they were rusted tight. Me being me, I wasn't gonna trust it. I grabbed a large metal garbage can and moved it in front of the open door. It would top my luck today if I walked in there and the door closed behind me forever sealing me inside of the toy shop.

I jumped over the can and into the lobby. The story was actually bigger than I thought. I looked around, careful not to let my hands stray from my pockets. There were so many dolls. Beautiful handcrafted puppets. I hope the hands that made these are capable of using them. It would be such a shame if they never moved. I collect dolls myself, the old porcelain ones from forever ago, when they didn't make things with machines. Granded I don't have anything against machines, but I just watched maximum overdrive and I want to keep my distance for a bit. My collection doesn't compare to this.

As I turned to leave I found myself doing the rarest thing for me. I was thinking.

If this doesn't belong to anyone in particular I'll have to come back. These puppets could use some T.L.C.

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To be continued...