Isaac Lahey imagines

Nightmares: Reverse

Longest imagine I've written!! Hopefully you find it creepy.
Left pic: life size marionette
Right pic: reference dress

You didn't remember falling asleep with Isaac in your bed, but all you could think about was the comforting warmth that you felt with his arm protectively wrapped around your waist. You noticed that he slept soundly as you were about to drift out of consciousness, and you smiled. This meant that he hopefully wouldn't have any nightmares tonight.

Little did you know that you would be the recipient of the terrors. The first thing that popped up in your subconscious mind was a song:

"I sat alone in bed till the morning
I'm cryin, their comin for me...
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind's like a deadly disease"

You suddenly were hurled into darkness, but when you looked up, you were in front of a thick, dark red curtain. You slowly lifted the drape... And what you saw made you gasp and stumble backwards. Instead of moving back though, you somehow stumbled forwards.

In the center of the red curtain walls, there was a life size marionette doll. She was sat in a single brown wooden chair with her arms dangling at the same level as the arm rests and her hands bent limply at the wrist. Her head hung so low that her chin touched her chest, and her feet pointed at awkward angles.

What she wore freaked you out the most, mainly because of how familiar it was. It looked like it used to be a fancy dress from the 1800s, all white with lace sleeves. It was torn, blood smeared, and dirty either from its age or maybe even something much more gruesome. A dark red shawl hung from her lifeless arms, yet it was her hair that made you think of where you'd seen it before...

*squeak*
You looked down to see if some sort of rodent had appeared. Seeing none, you looked back at the doll... who was now looking right back at you. You screamed, brought your hands to cover your mouth, and tried to back away as you saw just who it was. To your horror, you moved closer instead of farther away.

"Yes. You know me. I'm you, (Y/N). And this dress is the one you wear whenever you dream of a grand ball in your pretty little head. Except, it's much nicer. You're not alone, as you are now."

Her voice didn't know pitch, for it sounded like static mixed with a lower version of your own voice. The puppet version of you smiled, it's loose jaw snapping shut to form the perfect picture of painted red lips as the song continued:

"I'm bigger than my body
I'm colder than this home
I'm meaner than my demons
I'm bigger than these bones."

"Why do you try? Why do you feel like you are free?"

You tried to calm your rapid breathing as you mustered up your confidence to answer, "I'm not tied down by strings, like you are. I'm not alone, and my friends give me confidence to do this."

The puppet laughed, which made your ears ring from the shrillness, "Don't be so sure, darling. We are one in the same. You're afraid of being alone, but your strings just aren't visible." Your eyes widened as the puppet's hinged limbs creaked. She grabbed the arm rests of her chair and, ever so slowly, pushed herself to a standing position.

Not wanting to take your eyes off the doll, you quickly glanced upwards to find that her strings connected to... nothing. They zig zagged and crossed to make a complicated design to where she could have control, thus giving the puppet unrestricted movement. Your eyes snapped back to her glass ones as she opened her arms in a welcoming gesture.