We belong to The ToyMakers. We are their property. We are theirs to create. We are theirs to destroy. We are theirs to command. We will eventually be their end. We are the puppet monsters.

(FEATURED STORY) We play with Toys, We love Toys, We kill with Toys, We are The ToyMakers. (THE AMAZING COVER WAS DONE BY MY FRIEND @Aaron_Ledgers)

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

{First attempt at a CreepyPasta} What if a simple action of defense turned one boy's life around? Trevor Smith never wanted to hurt anyone but, for some reason, he enjoys it. Sewing was his only joy, and now seeing pain is another. All the harrassment he's taken will finally be repaid with blood. Everything he was will fade away and be replaced with something evil...