The Puppet sat all night in the box, listening to the same horrid music over and over again. That stupid music box was the only thing stopping him. The guard knew what he was doing. Every time he heard the sound go quiet, he would wind it up again. The Puppet didn't move, knowing he would just fail. The Puppet closed his eyes, and started dreaming, he dreamt about the time he saw the dead child outside the very first restaurant. He remembered, vowing to avenge him, and all of the others. He knew that the purple man did all this. He started sobbing, knowing that it had been years since he seen the purple man. Being in the box the whole night was... Horrible. Yet, it was resourceful. He plotted the next few nights... If he could get out the box.
The Puppet sat in the giftbox throughout the guard's second night. The Puppet fiddled with his thumbs and sometimes tried prying off the box's cover. Nothing. He heard the clock chime it's 3 AM song. He sighed and frowned, getting really mad, and started sobbing madly. He never knew that everyone would hear him. But that's what he wanted. To share his cries all over the world...
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The Puppet's Story
Fanfiction"The purple man he.. WAAAAAHH!" The child's spirit started sobbing madly. "It's okay.." The Puppet reassured the child, and hugged the spirit. "I promise..." The Puppet paused for a few seconds "I Will Avenge You."
