Button Eyes, Clock Hearts

Amused Haunts

Pierce and the twins, who were in their older form, made their way towards the amusement park. All the once bright colors and sweet smells gone, gray, gloomy, abandoned. Dead, nothing like what they had seen while entering. Pierce thought about Nix the whole time and seethed at the thought of what the Beldam had done to her. For the first time, in a long time, he wasn't scared at all. But the twins were scared of him. The mouse looked as if he was going to murder somebody, and that was not something the twins were used to. Yet, they were aware he hated them right now, all because of what they did to the girl. Suddenly, the dormouse caught a familiar scent and rushed towards the source, the twins hot on his heels.

A haunted house, composed by the body of a porcelain doll, disheveled faded pink hair from her head covering her torso. The only entrance being the naked doll's crotch area, the three got in without hesitation. Mirrors, all over, paintings of the different forms young Onyx took, including the doll made by the other mother...and a version where she was in an insane asylum and a dungeon. All had one thing in common, on their necks or hands she held White cardboard with a price as if she was for sale.

They searched everywhere, disturbed by all the sights or fuming in anger. But the didn't seem to find the next room. Until they managed to open a door accidentally, a room in a hexagon form was there, welcoming the three to go in. Six paintings, flanked by candle-wielding mantis, hang from the walls in this chamber, each one different. A smile on each one, the three legends, Onyx Airay, Juliet Alison Monrey, and though the last was the Jabberwocky, under it said: Brianna Yvette Johnson.

The first was a boy dressed in the cast-off clothes of full-grown men and they were in perennial bloom and fluttering with rags. A pair suspenders supported his trousers; the seat of the trousers bagged low and contained nothing, the fringed legs dragged in the dirt when not rolled up. His hair in messy upward curls holding a doll identical to him and chewing wheat with a shy smile. Behind him, a mine, with all the wooden structures waiting for him to leave. Under his name written, Thomas "Tom, Tommy" Brown.

They turned and recognized a young Onyx Airay smiling gracefully, with a picture of her beast form. Behind her, the forest she had moved to, filled with doors and arrows. In her hands a pretty pink rose and her leather pink diary. In her arm a dolly looking just like her with black buttons instead of eyes.

The following canvas, they saw a tall girl with a big hat on her head. Her long black hair in ringlets, let loose. Behind her American Western Frontier. She had a long brown skirt dress with an attached White pinafore apron. In her hands a doll just like her, black buttons again. Under her painting, the name Betsy Sawyer was engraved.

On the next part was the Jabberwocky, back to back, holding a doll between their joined hands. This looking like them except with twin tails and a Victorian dress, a black headdress, and a tiny mask on their face. Instead of holes, there were black buttons. A creature with big teeth and black beady eyes stood behind them. Its red body not covering the circus and prison of each side.

Next, to her painting, a ten-year-old shyly smiling and looking up, hugging a doll just like her. A flower in her brown kinky hair that was tied in braids. Her skin brown, a difference compared to the others. She was pretty, with full cheeks and pouty lips. Her eyes chocolate brown, dressing in a pink dress from the sixties. Long enough to reach her knees, lacey ankle White socks, and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes. Under her painting, her name said: Mary Stubbs.

Next was a happy looking Juliet, behind her a pretty bird with a golden beak. Its feathers were iridescent blue and purple. Eyes wide and sapphire blue, the background being the office where Julius worked in the tower of clover.

"When hinges creak in doorless chambers, and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker where the air is deathly still — that is the time when monsters of legend come practicing their Bloody execution" they heard the Other Mother's voice say, surprising them. "Welcome, foolish role holders, to the game. I am your host, your Dearest Mother. There's no turning back now. Now, you can see, paintings of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, humanoid, state."