It's a Friday night, and Amelia arrives at a secluded facility to complete her final delivery for the night. Walking inside, things take a turn for the worse as she witnesses a ventriloquist dummy performing some sort of satanic ritual on a dead body. An ALIVE ventriloquist dummy, by the way. After being locked inside of the mysterious building, Amelia immediately thinks of the worst, the possibility of being killed by these... dolls. However, the talking dolls have other things in mind. All cover art featured in this fanfic is drawn by my good friend, Amelia Fireheart. All characters other than Amelia are owned by Shawn Hitchcock.

The girl just wanted to deliver a sandwich. She never expected to get caught in a very twisted game. Felt like writing this for a friend. I don't own EWTP or the characters. (TW WARNING FOR CHAPTER 8-Self Harm)