VAMPIRIC BITE

How baffling. Never before did she expect a supposed child to be behind all the discorded calamity surrounding The Boiling Isles. Brows furrow in disdain, just narrowly missing an airborne star with uncannily realistic eyes in her moment of utter pandemonium.

“ No — nooooo, no way you are behind all this, “

Yet their color palette looks unmistakably akin to the aesthetic bursting around them.

“ — Okay, maybe you are.

But why? Are you aware of the fact all the residents here are ALIVE AND SENTIENT AND NOW TRAPPED IN A WOODEN VESSEL OF A PUPPET?! “

What would a kid know.

" So?! They're much safer that way! They don't need to eat, sleep or any of that boring stuff! And if they break I can just put them back together! "

The Collector explained, circling around the other with a grin. Fangs and sharp teeth already showing as they were already trying to scheme something.

" But if you don't want to be a puppet then that's fine too! We can just play other games! We will be best buddies! "

Everything it had said and done had gone straight out the window upon hearing those words, her ears flattening in dismay at the grotesque thought of one of the many residents being ‘put back together’ .

“ So, what. They break? And then you…you just clip the sockets back in? I understand how it would work for a real toy of a puppet, but if their souls are still trapped in those things..and they break…

Then would they not feel their body being torn apart inside? “

It could be that she were overthinking this all. Regardless, it didn’t stop the grossed out expression on her face.

“ No. I would rather not be a prissy, girly play thing, thank you very much. I have much too style for the likes of this funhouse.