if CP's had daughters

puppeteer

I send another puppet ther way and it impales them square in the heart. "Bullzye!" i squeal in delight seeing blood drip from the hole in her chest. I pull the doll away from the person before she can suck the sole out, only a few exceptional dolls get soles this doll is no exception. I send the doll's back home before i write, "some of us are forgotten but we are never forgotten. Signed the marionette." i left the house and went home where i put the dolls back into the glass case and cleaned their javelins.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" i werel around and see a man pailsh gray skin, a beany perched on his head and a jacket on his shoulders with gloves and tenashoes, his eyes glow yellow as do his teeth every time he talks i see them flash light everywhere. He stepped towards me, i take a step instantly back. "Now there's no need for that." he moves his fingers and golden thread sprouts from the tips like a newly sprouted tree. They go straight for me, on instinct i jerk both hands and the dalles make a shield.

"You dare attack me in my own domain!" the dolls pick up their javelins and rush him. I see him twitch his fingers. "Don't you dare try to control them, they won't listen to you." my eyes start to glow bright with rage as he tries yet again to get control over my puppet's. Soon the room is bright with the glow from both our eyes, the fight continues.

Were both bloody and battered, i could have killed him but i hesitated that cost me most of my puppets. He somehow got ahold of my wire snips and cut almost all of my puppets strings, i scream out in pain and fall to the floor my stringes limp and bleeding. "Why, why did you kill them?!" i scream at him picking up one of my unmoving puppets. "She no longer has a home in the puppet box." i whispered hugging her close to my chest.

"It's your fault, if you had stopped and listened to me just for a minute. Then i wouldn't have had to cut their strings. Mary, every ones waiting for you back home. You do remember where home is, right?" he's crouching in front of me trying to make me look at him.

"This is my home, i've all i need here."i whisper.

"This isn't your home mary, this is a shack not a house."he tilts my tear stained face to look up at him. "Do you not remember your father? Your friends, your real family. Puppets can't replace them, no matter how hard you try. And trust me i have."i pull away from him and stand.

"I don't trust you, therefore i'm not going with you." i grab a basket and start to put the cut string puppets in it, i walk outside and around the side of the house. He follows me, we walk into the forest a few feet. When we reach the graveyard he stopes.

"Where are you going? People say this graveyard is haunted."he whispered.

"It's much worse than haunted, its hollowed cursed grounds. If you want safety stay close." he hurryed to catch up. We soon came to a tree, to which i added fourteen slashes. I then positioned the puppets to stand as if they were waiting for the battle to come to them, hands on her javelin handles the pointes stuck into the floor there heads down cast. After an hour the other dolls emerged from the bushes, and the one's in front of the tree began to stir. They opened their eyes and stumbled on their feet, i went over to the one fell to her hands and knees. I hold out a hand willing her to accept, her small porcelain hand grabs mine. She's the one i only recently finished, helping her to her feet i lead her in a few shaky steps. I hear a crash and look over my shoulder, the boy what dog piled by the doll's. I turn laughing. "I told you to stay close, this is why."

"Why do they have wings?" he swatted at some hovering above his head.

"Thaer... from the fairy series. I made them when i was ten." i smile as one landed on my hand. And tern when i hear the sound of cracking porcelain, my head goes towards the sound, the boy broke one of the indian dolls. "What are you doing!!!?" i rush over to the doll, it's the doll i made to mimic sacagawea. "Oh shh shh. It's ok, broken arm and fractured skull. Fixable, ok now hold still." i applied some glass glue to the arm and fracture. "There, all done. Be careful. Ok?" she nods and i put her back down. I turn on the boy "What do you think you were doing?! You could have broke her beyond my capability to repair." i try to calm myself, it doesn't work. I sigh in frustration and head back home the newer dolls trying to follow, but they can't go any further then the graveyard walls. I stone my face and leave them as they wail and cry out, the other dolls.... Do nothing to aid them.

"Look.. i'm sorry about your dolls mary, but it's time to come home." he places a hand on my shoulder.

"This is my home!!!" i slam my hands down on the counter rattling the contents. "And they weren't dolls, they... they were puppets." i grab a chunk of bone and put it in my magic bullet i blend it to a fine powder and then add water to make bone porcelain, a very potent and magical clay all my dolls are made out of it.

"Mary, look at me. Do you not remember your own father?" he grabs me roughly by the shoulders and shakes me, i drop the mixture.

"Let me go, if you wish to keep those hands." his eyes go from a cheerful yellow to a pail sickish yellow. "Please let me go and no more talking about the past, i wish not to open old wounds." i whisper the last part with tears running down my face.

He tipped my head up so that i'm forced to look at him. "You look so much like your mother."he kissed my forehead, his lips are cold and chapped. When his arms wrapped around me it was like a warm blanket next to a fire. "Mary, if you don't want to remember then you don't have to. If you like we can make new memories together."

All i manig is a nod of my head, with that he leads me from my home to a new life for me to live.