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"Dance for me, my little darling, my sweet little light." The Puppeteer cooed, his voice so sweet.
"But there is no music, no audience, no stage? How shall I dance when we both are in the dark?" The Dove replied, turning to see the speaker who'd spoken.
"Ah but you need no light when you are the stage, you need no audience when I am awaiting your entrance. Dance, dance for me my love, dance like the world is ending." The Puppeteer curled his lips, his sneer hidden under his pasty white mask, his dipping head jingling with the bells of a fool.
"I don't think I can, for I feel afraid and alone. I know not how I got here, no which way is home. If you'd be so kind as to point me the way, I'll be gone from your dark tent and you can perform your show." The Dove stepped tentatively, stumbling in the void, her hands shooting out to catch herself as she fell. Her decent was stopped by two velvet coated claws, pulling her up to see the Puppeteer's painted smile.
"Oh but the show's only starting, you mustn't run away. I will show you the moves, I beg you, stay?" His grip was too tight, his masked expression distorted.
"Please sire, I am a performer, not a star. Your puppets are much better suited for your children's display." The Dove pulled back, seeing a glimpse of light beyond the Puppeteer's shoulder. The exit was not far, if only she could slip his grasp.
"Ah but you are THE star, in my special little show. For tonight, you are the only puppet I need." A spotlight clicked on, revealing the fabled exit to be a simple mirror, reflecting the distorted image of the Puppeteer and his puppet- the Dove. "For it is as you said," He leaned in close, whispering through poisoned lips, "The show must go on."
