Her name was Alex. She worked for her boss, Toten. He was a German puppet artist. One day, she was working in the shop when her boss told her that he had a new project, one that he wanted her to be the first person to try to. So, Alex followed her boss to the back of the shop. There were all sorts of devices back there, mainly ones that looked like torture objects. She uneasily eyed them. "Toten?" she questioned, but he was out of sight. She nervously stepped back, seeing a table in the middle of the room. The door was locked.

"You're my first project," he murmured in her ear, his German accent strong. He placed a rag over her mouth and she lost consciousness after a moment of struggling. Toten placed her on the table with a wicked grin. He took off her clothes and grabbed a scalpel. "Time to get to work," he whispered maniacally.

A few hours later, after much guts and blood were spilled, Alex's eyes opened, showing a dull blue color. Her skin was now a pale brown color, and seemed to have a wooden quality. Strings were jerked and her head fell backwards, her arm jerking as it was pulled by the strings. "My project worked!" Toten exclaimed, insane pride and manic joy in his blue eyes. "Speak, Alex."

"Hier kommt Alex," she muttered in a monotone. "Vorhang auf für ihre Horrorschau." Toten smiled in psychotic glee.

"Good, puppet," he chuckled darkly. "Now... time for your Horrorschau." As the strings were pulled, Alex's soul was locked into the puppet's body, and she screamed out in misery as the curtains closed. No one could hear her.