Remember the Patching Doll story?
Gonna redo it.
The Creation of the PatchmakerElise Patching loved dolls ever since she could remember. . . . Well, actually, at the age of 7. When she received her first doll, she was immediately attached to it like a sister and her twin and brought it where ever she went (despite her parents' warnings). She started collecting more dolls, and the collection grew to the point that her parents had to clear some space in the basement. Her love for dolls also grew and by the age of 13 she learned how to make her own. Indeed, more space had to be cleared. Unfortunately, also by the time she was 13, her parents' love for each other started melting away to the point that they barely spoke with each other. What was worse was that the mother was caught with another man. Could you blame the mother? She was getting tired of her husband! However, it was still a poor excuse.The Creation of the Patchmaker by KisaNaru
Elise's parents started drinking to let lose and forget about their troubles, but it only lasted until they had to face reality again. Then things started spiraling out o
Terezi: Investigate Part 2 You sat on the floor uneasily. Karkat believed you. Well, he didn't exactly say he did, but you assumed by his last words he did. It was 1:00 AM and your eyelids were drooping, you could feel it. However, you didn't dare fall asleep. You preferred life over death. You thought of Nepeta. How was she doing? Was she even alive? She was usually a happy person, so the encounter the other night was surprising- and unnerving, of course. Which brought you to your next worry-Karkat. Did he take the hint and stay awake? Or did he fall asleep too?Cupcakegir6
As if to answer your question, your computer flashed.
Knowing it could only be bad news, you dragged yourself to your computer. Both because you were tired, and you well knew your best friend was in trouble. Sure enough, he was.
carcinoGeneticist started trolling gallowsCalibrator at 1:02
CG: TEREZI, IF YOU ARE THERE...
CG: SORRY FOR DOUBTING YOU. IM IN A TIGHT SPOT HERE.
CG: WE'RE ALL TAKI
Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey skies, and the dark forest. I feel someone behind me. I turn. Nothing there.
But there is something.
He's there. The Man.
He watches me, over me. He's my guardian in the Dark.
He looks harmful, and silent, and very mysterious.
People don't understand him. I understand.
He's lonely, always rejected, always regarded as weird, and not to be trusted.