speaking 'thoughts'
A little blonde haired boy ran through the, almost empty, antique store. The rooms were full of old, fragile things that little boys shouldn't touch. The dust tickled his nose when he brushed his hands along the sides of an old table and the spores flew from it.
"Come play with me." A small light whisper of a voice made it's way to the little boys ears. He stopped in his tracks and looked around the room. He knew the voice wasn't from his mother or his father. But they were the only ones here, besides the owner.
'Who is that? It sounds like a boy. He wants to play with me.'
"Do you wanna play?" The voice came again. The blonde flipped his head around to find it's owner. "Were are you? I can't see you."
"Upstairs." The voice laughed. The boy walked through the room and cam to a door. There was a sign on it, but he wasn't to sure what it said. He wasn't good at reading big words yet.
"Come up and play." The small child didn't move. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to go up there. His daddy told him to stay close by. "I don't think I can."
"Oh sure you can, Naruto." The boy, Naruto, was shocked that the voice knew his name which made him not want to go up there at all. "No. You'll just have to play alone."
Naruto was about to turn around when the a sudden series of slams were ignited on the door. "You little Brat!" The voice hissed. "Come up her now!" The door slowly opened.
The poor boy's curiosity got the best of him and he made his way up the stair case.
The room was small with no windows. There were many boxes lining the walls and an ever thicker layer of dust flooded the room.
The small blonde heard a giggle. He whipped around to see a box fall over. Its contents spilled to the floor releasing a cloud of dust. Naruto walked over to the many interesting objects. He picked through the trinkets.
He heard another giggle and whipped around again. He was feeling a little more uneasy. He saw something flop into another box across the room.
"Hello?" He stood up slowly. "A-are you in here?" He walked over to the box. He peered inside, only to jump back. Once he realized he wasn't going to be attacted by what he saw, he looked in again.
It was a puppet. About half Naruto's size. It was wearing a small torn suit. It's face was painted with a light pale color. Parts of his face were cracked from rough handle and some paint was peeling off. But Naruto liked it.
He did notice on weird thing about it. It's eyes were painted shut.
The small blonde made his way through the door back to his parents who were still speaking to the owner about a small jewelry box his mother wanted.
"Mommy!" He ran up to the red headed woman and hugged her leg. Something he did whenever he saw her. She chuckled and ran her fingers through his tangled locks. Then she noticed what her son was holding. "What do you have there?"
"Oh!" His excited blue eyes widened. "I want this puppet!" He held it up to his mother. She frowned at the tattered, creepy, little thing.
"Were did you find that?" The old man who was holding the jewelry box asked. "I went upstairs." Naruto blushed a little since he knew he might get in trouble for going up there without permission. "Naruto! I told you to stay in the other room. Not to go wandering off. You could have gotten hurt." The older blonde scolded. "Sorry daddy."
"So can I have it?" The child smiled at his parents. "I'm sorry." The old man bent down to grab the puppet. "This isn't for sale."
"No!" Naruto snatched the puppet back. "Naruto! Don't be rude." His mother snapped. Sorry. The small blonde looked down and handed the puppet back to the old man.
The man stared at the doll for a few seconds. He gasped when he looked down to see one of it's painted eyes opened. He grunted to get Kushina and Minato's attention. "You know, this doll isn't for sale. But I could just let your son have it."
"Are you sure?" Minato asked. "Oh yes. I've had this for a while. It's just be up in storage for a while. I'd be glad to get rid of it." Both parents looked down at Naruto. "Pleeeeease? Mommy? Daddy? I'll never ever be bad again!" The young one declared.
Kushina laughed at the puppy dog cuteness coming from her son. "Oh, alright." Naruto looked at the man, who then gave the damaged puppet to the young boy. "Thank you!" The old man laughed. "Oh no. thank you."
"We'll be taking this as well." Minato gestured to the jewlery box. He pulled out his wallet and pulled out forty dollars and gave it to the man and grabbed the box. "We'll be leaving now. Thanks again."
"Come back anytime." The man waved and glared at the doll in the small blond s arms.
Naruto smiled down at his new sleeping puppet.
Little did he know, that puppet was the one to ignite his nightmare!
Dun Dun DUUUUUN!