*clank*…*clank*…
Deep within the remote mansion, the sound of groaning metal rings out.
*Whisper*
“when is he done?”
“… this time it’s out of metal.”
“He is taking forever…”
*Whisper*
They peeked with their tiny heads through the door gap, observing the old man’s work.
He continuously hammered on a bizarre clump of metal.
“he is done”
“he is done…”
“finally…”
Countless of whispering voices filled the workshop, some fearful, some joyful, others mindlessly giggling consumed by despair.
“is that it…”
“now the only thing left is…”
Their bodies paved to the walls cracking while moving, producing all kinds of sounds.
*clatter*
*crackle*
The old man slowly made his way to the old wooden door.
“he is coming”
“quickly he comes…”
The small figures behind the door hastily vanished into the dark, leaving just the echoing sound of wooden footsteps.
With flickering light emerging out of the rusty candleholder he steadily walked through the cold dark mansion. Here and then small shadows running, crawling, roaming the hallways. Tiny footsteps, whispering, laughing and crying piercing through the silence.
The man now standing infront the gloomy dull tree placed in the center of the mansion, stretched out his old weathered hands to pluck the blue fire hanging like a ripened fruit on the gloomy branch. Lingering in the shadow’s figures whispering…
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“soon… a new friend…”
“I wonder how they will be like…”
“again…”
“why won’t he stop…?”
“enough already!”
…
With the fruit in his hand, he slowly moved his frail body back to his workplace, small shadows following him…
One clawing to the ceiling observing every step, others hiding behind life drained plants, all whispering curiously…
The man finally arrived and continued his work, he slowly begun to merge the burning fruit with the disfigured metal, the blue flames growing bigger and bigger swallowing the body whole.
“so hot..”
“it gets hotter and hotter…”
“hot, hot, hot!”
Distressed whispering filled the room, then one started to scream in pain so loudly and high that the test tubs on a nearby table shattered into pieces, all whispering stopped at once…
Observed by all, the wooden pupped screaming and wiggling fell from the wall to the ground the blue flames eating away its body until total silence remained…
…
the man disinterested staring obsessively in to the blue…
*crackle*
in a split second the flame enveloping the metal retracts into it and the body slowly starts to move…
“it worked…”
“its my first time seeing it…”
“is it finally over…?”
“look, it tries to get up!”
With all eyes pointed at it, it begun to get up from the table but failed miserably falling head fist on the floor… a loud metal sound rang through the room followed by sobbing and crying… the old man with a disappointed disgusted gaze turned away from the for help bagging pitiful being leaving the room in a rage…
Puppets and dolls fidgeting uncontrollably filling the room with laughing and giggling ones more,
“again, a failure!”
“he should give up already!”
“a failure, a failure~”
…
As the noise subside the new still sobbing creation gets hastily dragged away into the deeps of the mansion…
…
Time passes…
…
After countless failed creations the old man ones again wanders through the hallway,
*bump*
*bump*
In the dark a small figure bumping its head against the wall spreading straw on the floor…
“he lost it~”
“another one yet again…”
“how pointless…”
Without sparing a glance the old man proceeded on his way to the tree, arrived he plucked the next ripe fruit…
“I wonder if its going to be another failure…”
“when will he finally stop…”
“maybe it will work this time!”
“as if…”
“but it looks different than usual, more like…”
“hahahaha its all pointless anyway”
…
Back in his workshop he stared at his newest creation, slowly he begun to merge the fruit with the body as he already countless times did… all eyes were on the crackling blue flame… silently watching…
…
…
“did it work?”
All looking curiously at the new being…
…
Slowly as if it had woken up from a dream the pupped sat up straight and opened its tiered looking eyes gazing at the old man…
“finally!” the old man joyfully cried out embracing his new creation…
The room filled with clattering…
“he did it!”
“are we finally free now…?”
“finally~”
“what will happen to us now…?”
A small doll looked through the door gap carefully observing the success, that looked like a younger version of their creator.
End.