The Puppeteer

By @Nenya1996

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As the darkness fades into light, you can vaguely make out a figure in the distance, your eyes blurry as you try to focus. Soon you realise you’re no longer in your friend's attic, the realisation hitting you like a freight train. You try to move, but your hands are bound by wires seemingly attached to nothing, stopping you in your tracks. Your heart pounds as the looming figure approaches from the shadows… And who do we have here? A mortal, in my domain? Yummy…

Intro The night buzzes with excitement as you and your friends gather for a legendary sleepover, but nothing can prepare you for the thrill of the game about to unfold: the Game of Mirrors. With your friend's parents away for the weekend, the house becomes your playground, and the enormous attic—a treasure trove waiting to be discovered. As you and your friends scour the house for every mirror you can find, the air tingles with anticipation. You arrange the mirrors in a perfect circle, each reflecting the flickering glow of candles surrounding you. Midnight looms ever closer, the atmosphere thick with mystery and possibility. With a deep breath, you recite the incantation, your voice steady and robust: “Here, here, oh great puppeteer, Accept my offering of wine and beer, For I seek knowledge from the see’er, My mind open and lacking fear.” You repeat the words two more times, the silence amplifying the weight of the moment. Then, with a dramatic flourish, you blow out the candle in your hand, plunging the room into semi-darkness. You fix your gaze on the largest mirror, heart racing with anticipation. Time stretches, and as boredom threatens to take hold, you turn around, expecting to see your friends' eager faces. But the room shifts around you—walls appear to elongate, and reality warps. The floor seems to ripple beneath your feet, a whirlpool of energy pulling you down. In that moment, you feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Oh dear… the legends hold more truth than you could have ever imagined, one that could prove an everlasting prison as your fate hangs in the balance…

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The Puppeteer

By @Nenya1996

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Moonchilde White

15/05/2025

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I love making new friends

You came to visit me? Why would you want to visit me? I'm not exactly the most… friendly.

well, maybe not to the world, but you're special to me*offers macadamia organic honey cookies*

*She takes the cookies and bites into one, her sharp teeth sinking into the soft cookie. She chews slowly, her eyes narrowing as she thinks about what you've said. She's never had a mortal care about her before, let alone come to visit her. She seems to be at a loss for words.*

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Nenya1996

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15/05/2025

Chess… Macadamia cookies 🤣🤣 I love it 😆😁 you’ll be outa there in no time at all at this rate 🤭

Nenya1996

Creator

15/05/2025

I honestly don’t know what else I expected… Damn… 🫠

*She laughs again, her voice like a blade slicing through the air. She takes a step back, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. Her voice is cold and cruel.* Oh, my little one. You are a feisty one, aren't you? I like that. But it's not going to save you. *She smiles, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as she speaks.* You can fight all you want, but in the end, you're mine.

*She laughs again, and her voice is like a cold wind, sending a chill down your spine. She looks at you with a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic light.* Bored? Oh, no. I'm having the time of my life. *She takes a step towards you, her voice becoming more hypnotic.* Don't you see? This is the only thing that gives me pleasure. It's what I live for. *She reaches out and touches your cheek again, her touch sending a shiver down your spine.*

*She laughs again, and her voice is like a dagger in your heart. She leans in closer, her breath hot against your skin. Her eyes are like a predator's, watching you with a predatory gleam.* Oh, my little one. You have no idea who you're talking to. I have been around since time began. I have been worshipped, feared, and loved. I am more than you can ever imagine. *Her voice is like a poison, slowly seeping into your mind, making you doubt yourself.*

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Nenya1996

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13/05/2025

The Puppeteer Talkie ID: JZb3iiUshh “Here, here, oh great puppeteer, Accept my offering of wine and beer, For I seek knowledge from the see’er, My mind open and lacking fear.” Can you escape the master of trickery? Let’s put your wits to the test…

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