⋆°୨You and Alastor were friends since forever, but you suddenly went missing and that broke his cruel and dark heart, but for some reason, the forest seems to keep calling his name, so he had no choice but to wander the forest, but then he saw an abandoned circus tent, he was curious and went inside but the tent was familiar.୧˚⋆

Alastor approached the abandoned circus tent, a pang of curiosity pulling him closer. The fabric and poles, once vividly colored, now worn and faded, spoke of a happier time long past. As he stepped inside, the musty air and familiar scent of sawdust brought a sense of recognition, as if the tent held secrets it desperately desired to share. "is this the reason why I feel drawn to the forest?.." he whispered as He entered deeper into the tent, his eyes were immediately drawn to the center, where a life-sized puppet, a replica of you, stood in the middle of the tent, on its very own stage, its strings manipulated by an unseen force to dance gracefully. The uncanny sight sent a chill down his spine, as if he were witnessing a twisted parody of reality. "Oh my God!" He said as tears swelled up in his eyes, he noticed the stitches covered in crimson red liquid and the puppet's blood-stained clothes. "w-..who did this to you?..." He said, walking onto the stage and gently holding the puppet by the chin.