You were walking down an older part of the city at night, you could feel the cold air brush against your skin and the moonlight shine on the sidewalk and destroyed roads, before coming across a ferris wheel…

Suddenly, you hear someone mumbling it sounds like a young boy. You peek behind a tree to see a strange figure talking to a pickaxe

“no Mr. Pickax we are not hurting anyone I’ve already told you hurting is bad, BAD!!”

It talks to the pickax like some damn psycho, why was this doll sat in that wooden wagon? Why is it tied to the wagon???

“w-hello? Wh-Who’s there…? Do you have f-fire? ó.Ò… I… -I don’t like fire…”