What story should I create, perhaps a story with a damsel in distress? Yes that should be good I’m the only one that makes these story. I am your pain I create it, I make those monsters that hide and wait for you. From a Faceless man to a boy that loves to put everyone to sleep, wonderful terrifying creatures they are. You think you can control yourselves? Both monsters and humans who think that are stupid; I control everyone, except one, that little pathetic girl. She was made by the first Seamstress, that thing! My horrifying monsters that come close to her are given happiness and disgusting light; they can’t listen to me once she’s around, and I can’t rip them out of my fabric. Even though I can’t rip her out of the fabric of time I can make others hate her; make her own kind treat her like nothing…. Make her life hell, but she is strong, why can I rip everyone else out, but her. She is still happy, and not aware of what she is, and those eyes they change from dark to light dark to light over and over again; they see things she knows so much, and she doesn’t realize it. I keep my monsters away from her as far as possible, but they find her, my beautiful monsters. I did make her life sad, I altered her; I could only do a little bit of the altering…. Heheheh…I made her immortal. All she can do is watch everyone else grow old and die right there in front of her, as she remains untouched by time, a wonderful curse I put on her. She had not notice it yet poor thing all alone, for all eternity, that sounds beautiful to me. Hopefully one day she won’t be able to give light to anyone anymore, because she wouldn’t have any, maybe one day she would become one of my monsters as well. In the mean time I will create everyone’s story painful and heart breaking one day everyone will be unhappy, but I won’t stop there. I would make a little bit of happiness only to crush the souls of all when my monsters rip it away right in front of the humans eyes. My monsters shall run and have their fun with the pathetic humans, unaware they were once humans themselves…heheheheh a perfect life for them; a perfect story for me. My monsters feel their own pain as well, unbearable in fact; they had lost all of their ability to find happiness and started to look at the humans that could find their own happiness. My monsters decided to take everything from the humans even their lives, that’s when their bodies altered, as well as their minds, they became Immortal and impossibly strong. So my toys think that you have fee will, think monsters don’t exist, think you can find happiness and keep it, because once you find an inch of happiness allow me to take it away when you least expect it enjoy your story of pain and sorrow.
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