Usually, when people go to their town's museum for the first time, they expect to see boring walls of text, explaining how the town's Founder had to build the town from the ground up, or old broken shovels, that were once used to dig holes in order to bury seeds. Not perfectly preserved, human-like limbs that were found dangerously close to their house.
"I'm sorry, but where and when did you find these again?" Oliver asked, still unable to process what he just heard.
"I said, that these limbs were found in 1946, in the forest on the west side of town." Mr. Mongoly, the museum's tour guide said with a sigh, obviously getting tired of Oliver asking the same question over and over again.
"Yes, I know that they were found in the forest," Oliver said, getting frustrated at Mr. Mongoly for giving him the exact same answer as last time, "but exactly where in the forest were they found?"
"We do not know exactly where these limbs were found," Mr. Mongoly said, his voice sounding slightly harsher than last time, "due to the fact that it's been decades since these limbs were found."
"But-" Oliver persisted.
"Sadly, if we want to be able to complete the tour in time, we must move on from this exhibit." Mr. Mongoly said, cutting Oliver off, "now, follow me to the town history exhibit, where we will learn all about the history of this small town, and how it came to be!" And with that, he walked out of the room, with everyone else not too far behind.
Oliver lingered in the room for a bit longer, looking at the limbs. There was an arm, a hand, a few fingers, and even an eye. They were pale and human-like, the iris of the eye being a pleasant green. The dim light that came from the ceiling came bouncing off of them when it hit them.
Oliver couldn't help but be filled with both fear and wonder as he starred into the singular eye. The strange thing is, the more he looked at the limbs, the less human they looked. The arm, hand, fingers, and eye looked fake, and fragile, like they were made out of glass or something similar. He was immediately filled with questions. What did these come from? Did someone make these? If so, then why? When Oliver asked himself these questions, the answers he guessed only gave him more questions.
"Hey Oliver, you better hurry up if you don't wanna get left behind!" A familiar voice from him shouted. Oliver looked around, to see his sister Sarah, standing in the doorway.
"Come on!" She said beckoning
"Coming!" Oliver shouted back. He took one last look at the limbs, and ran out of the room.
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The Puppet World
FantasyThe Puppet World has been in distress for years, and has shown no sign of getting better any time soon. But when Oliver, a normal human, stumbles into the Puppet world on accident. Will he be able to save the Puppet World from the Puppet Master, o...
