Wind Up

Chapter 3, Candel Light

Tink watched the door from under the steps, fearful of what to was to come.

The door flew open: a pure white figure running inside, as if they were chased. The left side of their head looked like a chunk was taken out, or rather, melted, the melted white substance looking like hair hanging over the side of her face. In the middle of the gap of their head, was a thin rope sticking up, the end on fire.

It occurred to her that this was some sort of candle-person, as they looked to be made of wax. Their clothes, face, and details were all just carved into the wax, and the thin rope a wick. Frantically, they reached under the counter and pulled out a bucket of water, shoving their head inside and putting out the flame.

Tink was perplexed. Who in their right minds would set someone on fire? And wouldn't that hurt? And what where they doing in this shop?

The candle person took a long breath, along with some unsavory words that Tink didn't know. For now, Tink would call them Candle. Candle put away the bucket of water, and took out a pot of hardened wax, jumped over the counter with it in hand. As she walked to the stairs, Tink held her breath and held her wind up in place so it wouldn't have the ticking sound. Though this brought about the unsavory feeling of starting to go unconscious, and limbs locking up, Candle didn't notice her and walked up the stairs.

Tink pried her stiff hands and arms off the wind up, and as it began to turn again, she slowly regained her ability to move. She heard Candle's footsteps above, slowly peering up the stairs.

Candle was by the fireplace, in which she had made a fire, and was melting the pot of wax. She sat a good 2 meters away, rather fearful of the fire. Tink tried to slowly and silently walk up the stairs, but unfortunately, her dainty shoes made 'clink' sounds as they met the steps.

Hearing this, Candel spun around, grabbing a fire stoker and pointing it at Tink. "Who in hecking heck's recked deck are you?!" She screeched, practically. The porcelain wind up took a step back, scared. She thought back to the note from her supposed creator, and looked within her thoughts, remembering how to speak.
"...Tink."