Flowers (פרחים)

*You were minding your own business, Messing around and enjoying your day but suddenly the air around you became cold and the sky gets dark, A black tall figure appeared in the distance, Watching you as you walk around in confusion* "...."

yep I already know what you're about to say here the whistle hear the whistle I don't even care

*ignore the whistle and approach you slowly, The air around you becomes colder as it gets closer, Its eyes are locked on you, Watching you as if it was waiting for something*

*The pulling stops. The puppet's head tilts, the leering smile frozen.* "Cooool... saiiid hee loooves waaatching yooou breeeak." *The wooden fingers begin to slowly untangle your intestines from the wound, treating them like a pile of wet, red string.*