Well, I’m not related to the Puppeteer either (spoiler alert!).
At least this time I remembered to not eat.
They’d captured some of the Puppeteer’s…. puppets. Somehow. I don’t know how they do all this stuff, but it’s creepy as hell. They stuck me in a room with the puppets (You’d think they’d be a little more reluctant to stick me in life-threatening situations considering I’m supposed to be their fucking Messiah) and they told me to take control of them. I guess they figured since the puppets already had strings I could just start pulling them.
They were wrong.
And they forgot to take into account how the Puppeteer would feel about people trying to cut her strings.
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