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Y/n decides to come back from playing Minecraft, all goes well until it doesn't. Something lurking in her world comes to haunt her in real life.
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You weren't sure what you expected when you took this job— cashiering in a strange gas station that sold things like 'FOOD FOR MOUTH,' 'JUICY JUICES,' and other horrifying things you didn't dare to think about for too long— but you definitely weren't anticipating The Mad King. On your first shift, he'd traipsed up to the counter with a jingling of bells, giddy laughter bubbling up from those pretty painted lips as he leaned in close, glowing red eyes burning with something like amusement (or was it hunger?) and asked to buy some of your attention.
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Tired of the constant knocking, you decided it would be best to build a secret bed. Needless to say, that was a bad decision.
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Kingdom Of Marionettes SAM ANTHOS FANMADE fiction LORE by Sam_Anthos
Fandoms: Kingdom Of Marionettes - Fandom, Slow Burn - Fandom, Haunted Building - Fandom, Found Family (eventual) - Fandom, Dread - Fandom, original character - Fandom, Puppets Are Creepy, Original Work, Indie Game - Fandom, yandere - Fandom, VisualNovel - Fandom, HorrorRomance - Fandom
11 May 2026
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Kingdom Of Marionettes was once a glorious amusement park, home to a master craftsman's final seven marionettes—Jester, Knight, Butler, Chef, Maid, Wizard, King—said to carry souls and a curse that their names must never change. After its golden age, the park was abandoned and forgotten.
The protagonist, an unemployed young man who feels a kinship with abandoned things, has a strange dream of a corridor and those seven names. Soon after, he receives a job offer to become the night security guard at Kingdom Of Marionettes.
On his first night, he explores the grounds: an outdoor stage, a workshop filled with unfinished puppets, a storage room holding hundreds of old marionettes, and finally the preservation room where the seven puppets rest. He is drawn to Jester—a two-meter-tall puppet with a half-smiling, half-weeping face.
During his patrol, he hears strange knocking sounds and a growing sense of being watched. Returning to the preservation room, he finds Jester has changed its posture, its arm now extended toward him. He flees to his room and locks the door. Looking out the window, he sees Jester's silhouette standing in the garden below—as if it has followed him out.
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“That is where I am confused, dear thing.” Jester tilts his head and bells softly chime. You fight the urge to lift a hand and twirl a lock of his hair. From the few times it has brushed your skin, you know just how soft it is. There’s still hope that he’ll let you braid his hair. “Why be in our presence so willingly if you know? Why not run and hide? Why not bring a riot and burn us all the same?”
You frown. “That’s… happened?” Maybe the Ticket Taker’s mirrors had some more truth than you thought. “Was it… more than once?”
Jester’s pupils flash and grin tenses. “You can say that.”
(Series and canon game is 18+. Viewer discretion is advised)
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- Part 2 of TFC Drabbles