Creepy Pasta: The PuppeteerMore Like This
I had this doll for quite a while now.
It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember.
Because this is the one that would be the death of me.
I lived alone for quite awhile, had now. I had just gotten into college, seeing my whole life lay in front of me and all I had to do was to just go and pick out what I wanted. Easy as that. I was aiming for Psychology - A subject I had started to respect and enjoy the last three years. Seeing as my mother was a nurse and my dad a therapist, It was
The Dagger Key ~ Pirate!England x Reader Part 14You heard an infuriated growl come from Arthur.More Like This
“Those damned imposters! How dare they think they can fly my colors!”
He gripped his already drawn sword and defiantly shot it up into the air.
“To arms!! Prepare the cannons and ready the artillery! Look alive, you lazy dogs!!”
Arthur continued to bark commands while the crew militaristically carried out their assignments. The helmsman steered the ship towards the battle in the distance; the sails caught a slow, ominous wind that pushed the ship forward with the speed of a man trudging to the hangman’s noose. As you drew closer, your heart gave a sickening throb. Despite the need to form a battle strategy… all you could think about was the nightmare you had…
A strong clap on your back brought you out of your trance. You turned to see Mickey, who beseeched you to get to your own post at Arthur’s side at the port railing. You blindly made your way across the deck, finally catching sight of
RM,T,DP [Part 7]More Like This
Roommates, Talking, and Drunk People
Kankri x Reader
Wednesday, October 22nd
Your eyes blinked open as you yawned yourself awake. Stretching your arms up you threw one towards your alarm clock. 10 am, you would usually be up and at work by this time, but Rose took your shifts until Friday, so it meant sleeping in for today and tomorrow. Kankri had today off as well but Karkat still worked away at the bar. You shifted your attention to a small note next to your clock; your iPod would usually rest there but seemed absent.
The little note was neatly folded and had curvy red lettering on the front spelling out your name. You turned it over and opened it up, it was a note from Kankri. It read as followed:
My sincerest ap9l9gies f9r entering y9ur r99m with9ut pr9per admittance 6ut it seems I had misplaced my mp3 device. I have 69rr9wed y9urs and I d9 h9pe it is n9t 9ffensive t9 y9u. I th9ught 9f waking y9u 6ut y9u seemed very tranquil in y9ur d