Book Zero : Behind The Scenes

What happens at night? Mainly, people sleeping. Some are working, others though. It's where this book begins.
Some people likes to watch. Some also likes to read, write or draw or fish. Others also like to go hunting or swimming. A few has something different yet similar they like.
One likes to paint, another prefers to sew. One likes to craft too and two other likes to sing and act. Another likes to steal and one likes to write.
Although it seems quite normal and that these seven have such hobbies that seems so ordinary,
I assure you, they are all different in ways no one could imagine.

Chapter 1: Meet the Crew: The Snatcher

Summary:

Every night, the targets are concluded and all the crews went to prepare the casts. Some goes to prepare the stage, other practice their lines. Some continue preparing the puppets. One collects the target.
In the dark nights, they once prepare for a show. Yet again, after a while. They prepare for The Show of the Century.
The Puppeteers have something other puppeteers don't. And tonight they will show the target and the world what they're up against.
The Snatcher continues to roam the shadows and snatch unsuspecting puppets.

Chapter Text

When you walk down the streets at night

I was just finished with work at the night shift; curse Liana for being sick. She knows I hate walking at night. And here I am. Walking down the street from the public library to my home. It wasn't that far, just a few blocks but I hadn't got any transportation vehicle. It sucks.

And pass through dark alleyways

I can't take the dark street. It's frightening. Although there are some flickering light posts, it still is a pain to look where I am. I could, and is right now, take this shortcut to the next block. Then it would be just a block away from my apartment complex. I rather go through this small dark alley to a brighter street than going through several blocks of this flickering street. So I did, through the alleyway between the Baker's sister's house and the shops.

With none other but you in sight

I regret reading these horror stories with Stephan, my roommate. He really needs to back down on hooking up with me. I'm bisexual but, still. Those horrors now haunt me and I start to shiver. Why is no one here anyway? The baker's sister is a loudmouth, I tell you. She can't keep it down even at nights! Maybe she's out on her vacation. Which would be good, if it were another day.

Don't look back and just run when she says...

The sillence is slowly killing me, mentally. Shivers ran down my whole body this time, as my paranoia builds up in me. I could almost feel eyes gazing at me with the chills and my imagination roam with horrors again. Then my footsteps started picking up its speed as I heard another soft pair of footsteps following mine. It followed my speed before gradually going faster and without I know it, I heard a sentence whispered down my ear. That very second, I feel arms tackle me down and the slight light from the end of the alley fading. I blacked out. Forever it seems.

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