...zzzt...

...zzzt...

Give it a name, whisper it out.
Close your eyes, be sure not to pout.
Shout out your wish and count to five.
If you've been good, it might arrive.

...zzzt...

Quote:Do you remember me..?
The child who once roamed your land..?

..ahaha..

Today, they all want me..
Wish to control me..

..they have no strings on me.. it scares them..
..1..2..3..4..5..

Come to me, come..
 See what I have become..

..Claudette..

Come take me..
I am the doll.

..smile..

Madness.

Quote:
For a little while...

Peace returns to the continent Esshar.
Yes, they call to it, but it doesn't answer.
Men, women, children alike use their dolls.
But the Old One remains forever silent.

Dead.

And so, the rumor dies out.
Until- another tale is spoken of.
Filling the streets and the inns of all major cities.
Something.. something that goes like this.

...zzzt...

Give it a name, whisper it out!
Close your eyes, but be sure not to pout.
Shout out your wish and count to five.
And if you've been good? It might arrive!

...zzzt...

Quote:Odd stories pop up here and there across the continent.
The circumstances are never the same, but they always seem to end in.. tragedy!

A husband struck by desease, healed, at the cost of his wife's life.

A child who wanted to turn all he touched into candy, extremely happy, until one day, he decided to scrach his nose!

A man who didn't want to feel pain any longer, drowned, because he forgot he couldn't breathe under water!

But those tales have one more thing in common. They make mention of.. a strange entity.
Never the same form, shape or face. Stories vary from one person to another.

Sometimes, a beautiful woman, an old woman, a charming man with a mustache. 
But other times.. they make mention of.. a monster.

Red Beast. Two Faces. Smile. Eyes. Nightmare. Teeth..
Some even dare to call it.. 
The Crimson Demon.

But, it is all a tale.
A story meant to scare children..
Right..?



"...kEehEHEhehe..."