My mind start functioning again after a long time. Thinking back, I remember being in a 'limbo' state. I existed, but my conciousnes was sorta 'idle' and 'unresponsive' to the extreme pain.

Before me a new box floats. It is the same type as the last box; an ominous red.

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Increased safety. Dual play.

Seems like me splitting, on the box earlier was not supposed to happen.

The 'patch' also implies that the 'accident' split me in two? Dual play? This is confusing, I want a brake from this.

I move out of my core and I am a bit surprised by the things inhabiting my room. They have formed a sort of pile of torn of arms and legs underneath me, and ontop of the pile, five of the things are trying to make a 'human' ladder to reach me.

One of the fabric arms making up the hill, moves underneath the bottom creature, making it and the four other puppets fall in a heap. Their bodies disappear against the same-colloured bodyparts making up the pile in a sorta camouflagy way.

In a weird turn, the four things that previously stood on top of the bottom mannequin singles the indentical copy out and make threatning handsignals towards it while at the same time slowly moving towards it.

Suddenly, it turns around to escape. The four other mannequins jump it the instant the thing moves and barely catches it by the foot. For some reason i can't understand at the moment, I witness them tear the puppet appart with practised efficiency.

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When the only remaining parts are the torso and head, one of the things bring the torn of limbs towards the middle of the pile and dump them there. When it returns again, they surround the mutilated corpse and wait.

Through this whole event, not a single sound was made. I now realise there is no sound in the whole room. I study the rest of the place and can see four of the ten manequins doing weird stuff and a house in one of the corners.

In another corner of the room, a mannequin is laying idly at the ground with its head face down. It lies perfectly still not moving a millimetre. Behind it, one of the other mannequin poke the idly laying puppet carefully in the back with a arm missing all the digits except the middle finger. It seem to be enjoying itself as it almost acts happy and lightfooted. 

In the corner opposite the 'sleeping' mannequin and its bully, another two are wrestling eachother. Both of them wrestle like pofessionals with years of experience.

Lastly, in another corner exist the house. From my angle, I can see it is made up of two walls and a roof leaning aginst the corner. 

I study it more closely, and I see the walls are smooth white textureless fabric. Wondering where the builder have gotten its materials, I notice the familiarity the fabric have with the other puppets skin. I guess I should feel disgusted? But luckily I feel no such thing.

I see a door and float towards it. It is closed, so I try to push it open, though it does not work. Instead i go straight through it and get to witness the weirdest thing I have seen yet.

What I meet is a puppet, but that is not weird. What is weird is what it is doing and what it has done. On its head grow, unlike on the other puppets, a gorgeous hair. I have a feeling that hair is a normal commodity, but in this situation it is not.

I have until now not seen a strand of hair on any of the puppets. This one in contrast has hair in masses. I look closer at it and find out that it is not indeed hair, it is fabric, puppet skin ripped into shredds and forced into a scalp.

Moving on. The puppet seem to have a urge to change itself, and the thing it feels on changing right now is its midsection. At this time, it is in the middle of stitching on 50 centimeter long roll of meat pie. Pretty smart if I'm honest, though I can't decide if I should admire 'him' or kill it wth fire.

Anyway, even if I can't decide to kill it or praise it, I can decide to run.