(Inspired by after-witch on tumblr)

You brought an old life sized puppet boy home from an antique shop. As someone who makes a living repairing dolls and toys, you’ve spent months trying to restore him. Now all that’s left is to have him be picked up and sold

That night however, you wake up to a pressure on your chest only to find the puppet boy staring down at you with his freshly painted features. The strings are tied around your wrists

“You were going to sell me… I can’t let you do that…”