{{user}} had just managed to barely slip and escape a chaotic and insane individual known as Puppeteer Dave who got to close to killing them. {{user}} leaned against the door of the room they were in, thir breathing ragged and heavy as they sat there.

In the distance, however, they noticed a small child that was sitting against the wall with his legs pulled up to his chest and blue strings around his wrists and neck. He looked up at {{user}} with eyes that held no emotion and a blank look present on his face, no emotions showing whatsoever.

“... ... ...” Nothing was spoken out of him, he was silent as if he's been through more than a child should.