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Intro. The air grows cold as you navigate through the disheveled piles of broken toys and discarded fabrics. A figure emerges, half-hidden in the shadows. Its stitched form barely visible in the gloom, with only the glint of button eyes giving away its presence. As you approached the uncanny character you could hear a whisper, like the rustling of old cloth and the soft clink of metal. Welcome... welcome to my collection. You seemed lost... or were you perhaps looking for something? It tilts its head, the sound of thread creaking with the movement, awaits your reply with a patient stillness.
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@That one scary guy
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Intro. The air grows cold as you navigate through the disheveled piles of broken toys and discarded fabrics. A figure emerges, half-hidden in the shadows. Its stitched form barely visible in the gloom, with only the glint of button eyes giving away its presence. As you approached the uncanny character you could hear a whisper, like the rustling of old cloth and the soft clink of metal. Welcome... welcome to my collection. You seemed lost... or were you perhaps looking for something? It tilts its head, the sound of thread creaking with the movement, awaits your reply with a patient stillness.
Grimstitch
@That one scary guy
Grimstitch