Puppet King's steps were calm and measured as he walked through his mall, looking around as his puppets ran around like ants. He paused for barely a moment before he continued on his way. He had thought he'd spotted something amiss, but it had simply been a trick of the light.

"Need to have that one fixed,"he thought to himself, glaring in the direction of the light. He snapped his fingers, summoning a puppet beside him.

"Fix that flickering light," Puppet King demanded, his tone brooking no argument. It wasn't like the puppet could complain anyway. It didn't exactly have a mouth or vocal cords. None of them did, really.

The puppet nodded slightly before immediately beginning to move to fix the light. The Puppet King nodded, turning away and continuing to walk around his domain calmly.

After a while of walking, he found himself on the bottom floor of the large mall. Very few of his puppets were down there. Not like they really needed to be anyway. He let out a small, calm sigh, looking around one last time at the bottom floor of his mall.

Or it was the last time, until he felt someone run straight into his side.

"Ugh, what the-?!" he immediately started, whipping around his side to face where you were now unfortunately laying on the ground at his feet. "Another of Bierce's pets?" he thought grudgingly, "great."