[CP Original] PassedThe last thing I've heard before I woke up filled me with dread..."Your loved one has passed..."'Passed'?As in 'Dead'?No...NO!!!I am still alive!I can hear my own beating heart and feel the pain!The pain...The...I came into an abrupt awakening with a sharp pain between my ribs. Instinctively trying to sit up, I realized I was strapped to a bed. Moldy air filled my nostrils as I've felt a long needle being pulled out from between my ribs, scraping against my flesh as if made of sandpaper.This is not the place I was hospitalized at. The room was dark and cold, resembling a basement. There were no windows, just a few dim candles that gave off an eerie scent."Ah, wonderful. I feared you really were dead." A muffled voice had my attention turned to the shadowed figure at the other side of the bed, holding a syringe with tiny, dark-red droplets of blood trickling down its needle. Two, perfect circles shone through the foggy room where its head might hav
Toy Maker's Chant - Child's PlayMy child,Sweet child.Oh, puppet on strings.My craft,My masterpiece.Let the world hear you sing.From farAnd from wide,Can you hear the crowd's cheer?So clueless,Not knowingThere is nothing but here.My puppet,Little trickster,Free from your strings.Deceive them,Lost souls.Poor, helpless beings.
Toy Maker's Chant - Tip-ToeSneak throughout The Circus,Beware, don't make a ruckus.Tip-toe, light as snow,They'll all fall down.
Toy Maker's Chant - JinglesGreetings, lost friend,Please do not fear.I'm not here to harm you,I'll make you a deal.I'll make sure you shall never frown.Nothing will be able to bring you down.All I ask for your eternal smileIs for you to stay here and have a good time.How does a game of “Tag” sound to you?It is quite simple, you know the rules -You are “it” from now on and your goal will be"Tagging” lost souls and bring them to me.Wouldn't it be great?Does it sound fun?Now go out and play,There's much work to be done.