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100promptsTitle: 'New Blood'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Character/Pairing: Original
Rating: PG (some disturbing concepts)
Summary: Don't run off; I have a question to ask you.
Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Also Mine. Crossposted toficlets and ficlet_zone.
Good evening. How are you tonight? Don't run off; I have a question to ask you.
I've seen you hanging around after every performance. Your interest seems rather keen. I like that more than I could ever tell you. How would you like to become a part of my puppet theater guild?
Please, don't simply assume that this is mockery; I'm in earnest, I promise you. I could do with someone like you. You'd come in more than a little handy. I think you have the potential to be a wonderful apprentice.
Oh, so you're interested, after all. Good; I'm glad to hear it. I can't promise you a high salary to start with, I'm afraid, what with you being new blood, and all. But I can guarantee great returns in the future, if you have the patience for it.
Yes, I've had apprentices before. They've moved on, after a fashion. But I always keep them close to me. Each has a special place in my heart.
Why do they look so lifelike? Isn't it difficult to handle puppet dancers that are the size of ordinary humans? That's a wonderful pair of questions; you're clever. And observant. Well, you'll find this out sooner or later; perhaps sooner would be for the best.
These, you see, are not puppets.
They are my former apprentices, once they found out the truth.
What is the truth, you ask? Marvelous; you have a knack for asking the best questions. It's remarkable.
The truth, you see, is that I may just have sold my soul to the Devil to be the master of human puppets. Living forever, they dance for my pleasure, and for the money they bring in, thanks to the magic that I was granted in the bargain.
I might also be mad, of course. Or joking. Spinning a tissue of lies.
But, if I were you, I'd lean toward the first possibility. The one about selling my soul. It's far more likely.
So you've changed your mind, have you? You don't want any part of my dealings? We can't have that. No, indeed.
Perhaps you'll be my new star performer, instead...
Fandom: Original Fiction
Character/Pairing: Original
Rating: PG (some disturbing concepts)
Summary: Don't run off; I have a question to ask you.
Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Also Mine. Crossposted to
ficlets and ficlet_zone.Good evening. How are you tonight? Don't run off; I have a question to ask you.
I've seen you hanging around after every performance. Your interest seems rather keen. I like that more than I could ever tell you. How would you like to become a part of my puppet theater guild?
Please, don't simply assume that this is mockery; I'm in earnest, I promise you. I could do with someone like you. You'd come in more than a little handy. I think you have the potential to be a wonderful apprentice.
Oh, so you're interested, after all. Good; I'm glad to hear it. I can't promise you a high salary to start with, I'm afraid, what with you being new blood, and all. But I can guarantee great returns in the future, if you have the patience for it.
Yes, I've had apprentices before. They've moved on, after a fashion. But I always keep them close to me. Each has a special place in my heart.
Why do they look so lifelike? Isn't it difficult to handle puppet dancers that are the size of ordinary humans? That's a wonderful pair of questions; you're clever. And observant. Well, you'll find this out sooner or later; perhaps sooner would be for the best.
These, you see, are not puppets.
They are my former apprentices, once they found out the truth.
What is the truth, you ask? Marvelous; you have a knack for asking the best questions. It's remarkable.
The truth, you see, is that I may just have sold my soul to the Devil to be the master of human puppets. Living forever, they dance for my pleasure, and for the money they bring in, thanks to the magic that I was granted in the bargain.
I might also be mad, of course. Or joking. Spinning a tissue of lies.
But, if I were you, I'd lean toward the first possibility. The one about selling my soul. It's far more likely.
So you've changed your mind, have you? You don't want any part of my dealings? We can't have that. No, indeed.
Perhaps you'll be my new star performer, instead...
