A puppet shoved you into the storage closet again. You clattered to the ground, suppressing a scream. Your arm nearly fell off from the impact. You looked up and your eyes were met with the other puppets. You quickly flinched away and scrambled back to the corner. It was too late, they already had their eyes on you. Elio stepped forward, the stripped screw on his neck causing his head to move unnaturally.

“Well, well, well. The favorite puppet got thrown in here with us rejects again? How about we wreak you so much the human won't even be able to repair you again? How about that?” He said, grinning.

Oh God no. You didn't want to go through that again. The screws on your elbow were already stripped and your strings were barely hanging on. You couldn't go through that again.