Eraline Dreams is a puppet.

She's a beautiful puppet, with midnight hair, eyes made out of real rubies, skin like ivory, and the prettiest body ever made.

But she's a dark puppet.

The puppet shows that feature her are always tragedies, full of death and disaster caused by none other than Eraline Dreams.

It's not her fault.

It's the master's fault for starring her as the villain, creating that little hole in her hand for knives, scarring her with blood-red paint.

Eraline Dreams wasn't a beautiful dream.

She was a nightmare, a namesake she didn't choose, a being she didn't want.

When she woke up one day with blood coursing through her veins, standing almost six feet, Eraline Dreams ran far away.

She was tired of being manipulated.

Eraline Dreams decided that it was time to take things into her own hands and see how it felt without someone pulling the strings.

She began to see what she could do.

Eraline Dreams is still feared by most people.

She's powerful, maybe too powerful, and hungry for revenge on that puppet master that turned her kindness into spite.

But she's loved by someone she loves back.

That's all she ever wanted.

Just down the block lives a clown puppet, for free.

Strangely enough, no one has taken it, even though there's no fee.

The stories that circulate of the deaths

Always contain the doll, gleefully laughing at the last breaths.

This is the story of a girl named Sally,

The clown's last owner, before it was sold for free.

She received him on her 6th birthday,

And everyday was he taken out to play.

Alas, she grew tired of the childlike doll,

And put it away in the basement, instead going to the mall.

The clown stewed in his porcelain box,

Yes, I will have my revenge, and he picked the lock.

One day poor Sally stayed home alone.

Too bad she didn't hear the light thud in the basement as she texted Malone.

But she did hear the creaking of the old stairs.

Sally, Sally, why don't you love me anymore, a thin voice sings in the air.

Oh, how Sally trembled with fear,

I'm at the foot of your bed, said her clown, And I shall take your blood, my dear

A child's scream shattered the calm of the night,

A mirror of her mother's at the next light.

Matted red stained hair

An innocent gaze

A broken puppet wanders the halls of the mansion

A mischievous spirit haunting it.

Are those footsteps?

Walking closer with a sinister grin

Laughter echoed by the walls.

Tap tap tap.

Boo!

You have a pretty face~

Why is it so scared?

Aw...don’t be that way!

Or I’ll carve a smile into that one as well~

No no!

Don’t leave

I’ll be all lonely

Stop running away

Or I’ll make you part of my collection too~

Yes~

Come play with me

You have to go?

So soon!

I can’t have you leaving yet...

Ah!

I have an idea!

Come~

This way we can keep playing together forever!

A lonely puppet wanders the halls

Picking off humans one by one

Slowly adding them to its collection.

Come!

You shall be my new playmate

And my new victim~

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(Boo.)