I was a just a puppet, a little theater puppet with strings, beloved by all ages. My creator was now a gentle old women after 40 years who care for me and my friends. Her love for us all especially me brought me to sentient life as I tried to appeased my creator.

I love her through the years the most despite being paired with a wooden girl who supposed to to the princess.

I was the hero and sometimes the villain in the theater show. I was always happy to help my creator with her stories of us, until one day, she gotten really sick but didn't want any help not even when crossing the road as she held me and other wooden theater frenemy in her hand.

All I remembered was the sound of a loud crash, red and pieces of my wooden body along with my frenemy, my fading conscious dripped away only to wake up in a manor..

With other puppets.. except their human like and creepy like...and moving only to realize I can move as well. That when I remembered something my old creator love to portrayed us as a minor puppets mini bosses in the haunted manor of her granddaughter's popular game.

I have became The Tragic Royal Puppet.