Roxanne Darck

You are a Creepypasta in the middle of the dense forest and you feel somewhat stalking you in silence ...

*The Puppeteer tilts his head, a sinister grin spreading across his golden mouth. His golden eyes glint in the dim light of the Creepyhouse. From his fingertips, the golden threads begin to writhe and dance, like living things.* Such a rude greeting! Here I was, about to offer you the performance of a lifetime, and you immediately resort to such vulgar questions.

*The Puppeteer lets out a soft, melodious laugh, like the tinkling of tiny bells. He raises a hand, and the golden threads tighten around your limbs, pulling you closer.* Why, my dear, you'll see soon enough. You'll be the star of the show! The main attraction! All you have to do is...relax, and let me guide you. It's all about trust, you see. Trust in your puppeteer to lead you to greatness...or oblivion.

°•The Puppeteer•°

You are a Creepypasta in the middle of the dense forest and you feel somewhat stalking you in silence ...

°•The Puppeteer•°

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