Traphouse :: Finger Puppet

The 'Agents' that had escaped the 'Madhouse' and were already aware of what the 'Traphouse' was would immediately migrate to the 'Finger Puppets,' seeking to lead the 'Elder Deranged Dolls' into their domain.

A Dark Hand Dipped Into The Darkness And Stuck Its Fingers Into The Finger Puppets, And Would Begin To Crawl With 5 Of Them As A Unit Toward A Single Target From 5 Different Perspectives, Respectively, Like Spiders.

The Valparaiso Denizens that appeared from out of the darkness, seeming to have been wandering about for a very long time, would finally reach a breaking point in the darkness where there was something actually going on, of which they hadn't seen for quite a while. "It's like a madhouse..." they muttered, knowing for sure that they were still in Hell. "This isn't possible," they tried to tell themselves, but many were just lucky to be alive. "What now? I don't want to go back to that terrible place we just came from. Where can we go?" They were stumped. Those people that they left, the Zero Worlders, didn't seem like they needed any help. If they did, then the Puppet King, of whom was the one still leading and directing the Puppets that were under him, would send out another one of them ahead of them to help them out. If gathering puppets and telling them to do things was his talent that helped them get out of their hairy situation, then maybe it would work when getting someone else out. "I'm not going back, though," he made clear, as he stepped forward into what was going on.

"Hello," he started to say to whomever was listening, "I am Puppet King. These are my friends. Can you help us?"

The Agents that had been arranged to be left behind, whilst the others were taken up along with the Finger Puppets to their destined drop off locations, would walk through the Darkness to come greet the ones who had just been guided out of the Abyss. "Puppet King?" The Agent said. "Welcome. We've been expecting you." Each of the Agents, who know many more things about the Dollhouse than others, knew what it meant for a new Puppet King to be issued, and had already been long informed through the Dark Network. "Step right this way, Puppet King." The Agent would guide Puppet King and the other puppets that were attached to him through the Traphouse, which still seemed to be completely ambiguous, save for the faint images of what seemed to be unsuspecting people walking around in the complete pitch black. It didn't look like these people had any direction or purpose, but were simply walking around in circles.

"This is the Traphouse," The Agent started to explain to the Puppet King, as if taking him on a tour, "Where all of our Special Units are stored for special purposes, such as this salvage mission." Puppet King was only one of many, as he could see from how he was rescued from under the darkness of the shade. "However, because the Traphouse itself is designed as a trap, only beings that live by trapping other beings exist here. They can be let bred and manufactured and let loose as often as seen fit, but to live with them is sheer madness." The Agent chuckled, whispering to Puppet King, "That's why we dropped some 'Deranged Dolls' in here." Some of the Deranged Dolls were going to become Agents, like this one that was guiding the Puppet King through the ins and outs of the restricted areas through a sort of VIP access, but others were being used as fodder for the creatures that roamed about the Traphouse, so that they didn't get unruly and lash out against their masters. "All we have to do is drop some Deranged Dolls from the Madhouse down into the Traphouse every now and then, and the Finger Puppets are golden."

Suddenly, one of the people walking through the darkness, who once hadn't a care in the world nor the slightest bit of attention nor focus, would dash off at an unnaturally high speed; something far more abnormal than a mere person running. The darkness covered their legs and so they couldn't be seen, however it sounded like nails scratching on the ground as the person ran off.

"Don't touch the ones that look like 'Dummies.' That's what the Finger Puppets use as their own disguises. 'Dummies' are their food, and the Finger Puppets use their carcasses to hide themselves in the darkness and capture more unsuspecting people by wearing the skin of what looks innocent and unsuspecting. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing." The Finger Puppet that was on the move must have found another target to trap. "Best to stay out of their way, unless you need to send them out to accomplish a direct order. Otherwise, they might turn on you and try to trap you if you don't maintain control and give them a focus all the time." They needed to be commanded or be the ones in command, so they only really understood commands because of dominance, like a wild animal. "Step right this way, Puppet King, and friends."

Puppet King and the other Puppets that were salvaged from Hell would immediately attach themselves to each other and begin to follow behind their guide out of the Traphouse and into the next area, of which it seemed as though they had been expected. The Finger Puppets that were around looked rather menacing, especially from how they were described, but if they were a Puppet, the new Puppet King was confident that he could add them to his arsenal one day. As for now, Puppet King and friends went along with their escort to the next area.