The soothing silver tongue of Ragdoll whispers to my left.
The wolfish smirk of Marionette screams to my right.
The foreboding and terrorizing figure of The Slender Man standing silently in front of me.
And then there is me. Small, insignificant, the simple toy being kicked back and forth between the three of them within this nightmarish conflict.
I'm starting to see why they enjoy calling me Puppet...
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