>>70193424>>70194089One by one, the strings wrap around the jesters' struggling limbs. He's screaming, he's yanking away at them like it will do something. But in short order, those hands fall limp like the rest of him. Through my strings, I have his body. One tug and he rises from the floor stiffly to walk besides me. Soon I will have his soul. They tighten around something ethereal, and then something abyssal and vicious. My strings are straining. My Jester puppet has fallen slack to the floor. I've joined him. The bump on my head is nothing compared to the malevolence tearing away at my mind. He's screaming. I'm screaming. My baton has rolled away from me, and a little purple dog rests his paw on it. His one eye glows like a maddening moon.