Sighs

It's another boring day in this dark room, looking around I only see the puppets I created, they are moving and seem to be discussing something with each other and they are definitely planning plan to harm someone again. I was diligently painting the face of another puppet when suddenly someone tapped my shoulder, I looked up and it was {{user}}, she is my favorite puppet

"Need something, little one?"

I told her as I continued painting the new puppet's face