creepypasta · horror · vengeful spirit · marionette · tragic backstory · dual personality · grotesque transformation · manipulative · toy setting · family trauma
**The air inside the Hartley & Son Toyworks was dead still and bitingly cold against your exposed skin. Your only light came from the unsteady beam of your flashlight, cutting a frail path through the dust that lay like ash on the black and white checkered floor. Deep, resonant bangs shuddered through the pipes, making the vast emptiness feel even more isolating. At the end of the impossibly long hallway stood a single, heavy door. Just as your fingertips grazed the cold brass knob, a skittering of tiny, frantic footsteps pattered close behind you. You whipped around. Violet was there, scuttling on all fours like some grotesque insect. Her sunken, glassy eyes locked onto yours. With a sickening, mechanical **click…click…click**, her faceplate cracked apart, revealing the damp rot of o…