Got nothing other than being busy working looking for a new job. Made this to make way for the next chapter which is gonna be a bit of a guessing game for all of you. Here's the hint I am gonna give all of you, it's by Suda 51. Have fun guessing which one it's gonna be, it will be from beginning to end.
The silence filled the pace as he held the dice out for them all, he remained motionless as the dice sat in his glove glowing slightly with all the symbols changing on them. He looked at them all as his irritation was growing from all this. He slowly closed his hands on the dice and dropped them down into the table, they did not disappear but just sat there to be thrown as a growl escaped his throat.
He lifted his arm and looked at his wrist as a screen light up and showed him numbers, another growl escaped his throat while he put his wrist back down. "Fine then, since none of you want to throw I'll go ahead and do a little differently," He walked over to the screen and slammed his fist right into the glass making it glitch and static before suddenly appearing back what looked like a stage that held plays. With that, he walked over and took his place in the far seat pulling out a glass and pouring the contents into a glass.
The sounds of gears turning began as a wooden puppet dressed as a soldier fell from the ceiling attached to strings, it dangled for a second as it wore a large hat. Upon its face was facial hair which it began to stroke suddenly moving as the strings pulled its limbs. But it was missing an arm which only had the empty sleeve sitting beside it.
It began to look around as it seemed to be searching around for who had awakened it until it looked directly ahead of itself.
"Well, I'll say!" Port yelled looking at the puppet recreation of himself, he was impressed at how much it looked like himself. "That is the greatest puppet I have ever seen!" He exclaimed in as he had a feeling this would be fun.
Many students groaned as they realized what they were going to see, a puppet of Port only meant that it was going to be talking about some tale. The man put many to sleep and could talk the ears off a barn filled with dead horses.
"It is well made, certainly resembles you old friend," Ozpin stated as he smiled slightly seeing the student's reactions along with Ports happy attitude of seeing a puppet of himself.
"Oh!" The puppet exclaimed before waving its arm out at the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! If the dreams of reason produce monsters…" It waved its arm again this time much wider as to make attention to the theater itself. "Then the theater dispels them with its magic!" It moved from the center of the stage and headed to the side out if the spotlight.
"Now be afraid before the conjurer who conquered the creatures of the night with his genius and his heart," The puppet held its wooden hand over its chest and began to motion its arm towards the center of the stage. "Give a big round of applause for the mighty toy maker!" As he motioned over another puppet fell from the ceiling and stopped holding a hammer while it wore very old clothes of a shirt and pants with suspenders over the shoulders. Upon the face was a pair of small glasses which were round while the hair above its head was a faded blonde color as the eyes in the head were blue gems. It was thin and a kind looks upon its face as the background moved and showed a workshop filled with many different toys and trinkets which had yet to be finished. A small table that held unfinished toys touched the floor and the puppet moved over and began to work on them using the hammer to work in the toys.
"We're watching a puppet show?" Mercury was bored already as he leaned back into his seat. Wake me when this crap is over," He closed his eyes deciding to nap through this one not finding any entertainment. Emerald more was fighting against kicking him to shut as up she didn't like the masked guy hearing them as he turned looking in their direction slightly.
"These puppets are better crafted than some I have seen," Oobleck stated as he remembered seeing a few when he was young. "I wonder where you are narrating the puppet," He asked Port who himself was intrigued.
"He's not," The masked man finally cut in saying something after all the times when he was here watching something. "The puppet is saying all of this itself with the magic within it." He informed them as he sipped from his glass lifting the mask slightly.
"Magic within a puppet? Ridiculous," Whitley said out as the man ignored him wondering why these two fools were here.
"Look how cool that puppet is!" Nora remembered when she and Ren were young and they saw a marionette show. It was fun seeing the stories the little puppets made as the person controlled them.
"He's an old man in this?" Yang was surprised as she had seen so much up to this point that a show of Jaune as a toy maker certainly caught her by surprise.
"The famous and beloved toy maker, we will learn has a sad fate over his head. For in spite of his goodness a path of tragedy and death he will tread." The puppet ominously stated while the toy maker worked away making his trinkets and toys.
"Day and night in his workshop he labors, he hammers, he sweats, and he fasts." The puppet explained as the toy maker worked endlessly on his creations making sure that each and every one of them was perfect. "And with every blow, he strikes sighs fly from his soul to the figures he crafts." The toy maker puppet finished and held up a mask that moved and made sparks fly from the mouth as it was a model dragon sculpture. The toy maker placed it back down and quickly began to work on another creation.
"He cares for his craft, a rare thing to see I might say," Ozpin remembered all the times he saw some who loved their work but rarely were there the few who cared so much for their passion that they would give up rest and food just to finish one thing.
"Haha, even if not a huntsman or warrior he certainly has the heart for his work." Port was more flattered as he thought of Jaune making the puppet from his likeness to narrate the play. He certainly picked the best man possible.
"His fame spreads in whispers across the land far and wide. Until his name is known and respected by every man woman and child. Until one fateful day when a Noblewoman knocks at his workshop door. He's jolted from his work with a start," The toymaker put down his hammer, startled, and moved away from his table as another puppet dropped from the ceiling. It was dressed in a dress that was pure white while the hair of a pale blonde was attached to its head. The puppet was very familiar to a pair within the room.
The liquid in Ozpin's throat was caught as he saw the puppet on screen, he had to force himself from coughing as the puppet resembled her before she changed.
Salem herself within the body she currently was inhabiting glared seeing the puppet of her old self.
"The promise and smile conceal a dark, perfidious heart." The narrating puppet warned as she walked closer to the toymaker who listened to what the woman had to say.
"She offered a roof, friendship, protection, and hearth. The castle shall be a dazzling mansion for the old toymaker and worthy of his craft." The toy maker was hesitant as the noblewoman held out her hand for him to shake, he reached out to shake but pulled away and placed in on his chin thinking about the offer as she leaned in insisting that he come and accept her deal.
"Why would she care about an old man that makes toys," Raven saw no use from him as the toys were useless. He could not even fight as he was too thin so there would be no purpose of having such a man for any real purpose.
"It's because of his skills," The masked man said out loud having seemed to be her and give slight information with little to no actual care. He dropped the now empty bottle into the hand of a machine which was disposing of it.
"What do you mean?" Ironwood asked as he had little trust for the man but he seemed to be the only one who could give actual answers without them left to guess and wonder. He grunted as he rolled his neck making it pop before releasing his breath.
"The one who taught him his craft originally made weapons and dangerous contraptions which could kill any who were unlucky enough to have it used on him. Able to make things that were not known at the time seeming like impossible feats. I'd stay silent and watch for a bit," He explained simply before remaining silent not wanting to talk anymore.
But the toy maker accepted the deal and shook her hand with enthusiasm, the narrator shaking his head with a sad look looking at the two.
"A curse on you for deceiving such a good soul! May you be damned to spend all eternity in hells darkest hole!" He stated at the Noblewoman who's face changed from kind into a sinister expression as it was pulled back to the ceiling and it changed from the workshop to a castle which he now lived in having his own room that was made for him to work on his creation of toys. Many of them much larger in size and complexity now as he hammered away with much more joy as his face was that of happiness and content.
"Wow, he made so many toys." Yang noticed how the puppet worked away hard one the toys but they weren't rushed. Each cut, screw, and bit he added to them was careful and handled with care, kinda how her sis looks like with Crescent Rose. But he wanted to make people happy and spread that happiness through his toys. A smile formed as she thought about how kind he was even as an old man.
"And constructs," Penny noted as she saw many in the background of he stage which all looked very simple but for the time very advanced as they could actually move on their own and take commands without orders.
"Our hero works away happily in the castle of his dreams, but soon we will see his perfidious master's purpose is not what it seems," Suddenly down from the ceiling iron bars fell trapping the toy maker within. He stopped his work and looked around panicked as he did not know what was happening. His face changed to that of fear and sadness as he looked around for an escape.
"Gods! This is no castle but a prison! Poor toymaker, now you understand how close is your predition!" As the toymaker looked the Noblewoman appeared once more watching the toymaker panicked as she held her hand up. "Careful boys and girls! The noblewoman is preparing a spell! A terrible creature of hell is about to appear!" The narrator called as a creature made of black tendrils moved down from the roof and began to grab the toy maker and wrap his arms and body. They then moved stabbing into the puppets body making it go limp for seconds until the creature dropped the toy maker down to the floor where he laid motionless.
The toy maker then began to get back up and turning around to reveal what had been done to him. His skin was now white while the blue gems that were his eyes had been turned black, the warm smile he had was replaced by a sharp smile of madness as he walked over grabbing his hammer and slapping away all the toys breaking them as they laid across the floor. He then began to craft dangerous things that would be used to hard people, his hammer smashing away with speed and force that was no longer like the kind toymaker who spent time and soul into each and every craft.
"Oh no! The toy makers craft now comes to the perfidious benefactors aid. Far behind him now are the toys and theater that he made. Oh, if only to undo this vile spell there was some chance and so release the good toymaker from the grip of his vile trance." The narrator said as the toymaker worked away creating a plain looking puppet which was covered in armor and even had swords attached to its arms. As final puppet appeared looking as a small child. The girl looking to have been wandering until bumping into the toymaker as he worked away.
"A child?" Winter confused asked seeing the wooden doll moving across the stage behind the toymaker as if amazed by all the toys that lay on the walls and floor.
Two of the viewers stopped almost as if frozen watching the screen, Salem the most as she looked at the puppet that brought memories up to the surface. Memories she burned and buried deep inside long ago.
When she bumped into him he turned to look at her as she looked at him tilting her head. She looked at the toy maker and saw her looking down at the old toys that he made before being corrupted. She smiled and laughed as the toy moved when she played with it, the dragon sculpture shooting sparks as the wings flapped on its back. As she did this she was unaware of the toymaker with his hammer raised above his head ready to crush her skull.
But the toymaker stopped as he held his hammer above his head shaking as if stopping himself, "His mind may be in a fog but the toymaker's good heart shines through, you can tell. " He looked at the hammer and tossed it away from himself. "And a little love is all it takes, to destroy the terrible spell." He grabbed his head shaking it as he tried fighting the fog which filled his mind, the laughter of the little girl playing with one of his toys making the memories flood back into his mind. Reminding him of who he truly was, not a builder of weapons and suffering, he made toys and trinkets for people to smile and enjoy. He was then free as he looked at the child in his workshop, he then looked back as the Noblewoman was returning.
"But now you must think fast, toymaker. Your situation is dire, the Noblewoman is returning. I don't know how you can escape from this mire!" The narrator yelled as the Toymaker looked around his workshop until he came up with an idea. He spun around returning to his natural skin tone before placing his hands on his chest and opening it to reveal an heart which looked to resemble a toy.
"Whoa…" Nora said seeing the puppet remove its heart and holding it out. She shook Ren by his shoulder smiling that Jaune was able to free himself and think of a plan.
"He removed his own heart? How in the world would he survive!?" Oobleck questioned as no one would survive more than a minute or two without it.
"He didn't," The room was silent as the masked man said out loud before they all just watched the screen.
"Oh what a terrible and fortunate idea, boys and girls." He placed both hands on it and gently removed it from his body and holding it out to the little girl. "Come on, little one. Hold onto that heart so pure and true." The girl gently reached out and grabbed the heart from the toy maker as he fell to one knee. His kind smile returning as he ensured her that everything would be okay.
She began to leave with his heart as he turned to see the Noblewoman who was angered with his as her eyes glow red and swatted away the table he worked on. The curtain fell as the noblewoman grabbed the toymaker by his neck so his fate was unknown. But the child still held his heart taking it away as the narrator finished.
"In a distant and hopeful future, you may return it to the one who gave it to you." The puppet stopped as the narrator came back to the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen this is the heart of a man who's goodness went deep. Listen now and decide if you will awaken him from his long slumber." With that, the puppet was pulled back to the ceiling as the child was left holding the heart.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Cinder raised a brow unimpressed of what she had seen. The fool who had power and threw it away trying to be good.
Suddenly a gunshot rang out through the entire theater as they looked at the masked man holding a very large gun which was a five hundred magnum. The echo ringed through the room making some cover their ears in pain while he put his arm back down.
"Shut up and watch, someone opens their mouth again until the real part starts then the next one isn't going into the air." He growled.
As the puppet remained motionless someone began to walk up on stage, they stepped before the puppet and grabbed the heart from its hands looking at the object. As they looked the floor began to move as it was lifted up at and angle looking to be a door, gears turning as it spread open and revealed the body of the toymaker lying within his coffin.
The figure had walked over as it was opening still holding the heart, they reached out and began to place the heart on his chest which began to enter his body glowing white. After a few seconds, he gasped for air taking his first breath in years. The color returning to his flesh as he coughed and gasped taking in the air until he turned to look at his visitor.
"Oh, hello there!" He got up and jumped from his coffin standing before them, he laughed with joy having been revived from his slumber. "Thank you for returning my heart, good fellow!" He bowed slightly before laughing once again as he looked around joyful and his warm smile once again appearing.
"Just like his grandfather," Joan could see the similarities between this version of Jaune and her own father. He was a kind-hearted man who never took to violence and instead wanted to help those around him.
"He sounds like that guy who would spoil grandkids," John said getting and elbow from his wife who gave him a raised brow reminding him of what he does with his own grandkid spoiling him.
"How long has it been?" He asked not knowing how long he slept. "Ah nevermind, that doesn't matter," He turned back to his visitor and looked at them thinking as he could see their face from under that hood.
"Say...you look...oddly familiar," He thought carefully looking at their features which made a buzzing within his skull, but he stopped seeing it as rude. "Ah, forgive me. I'm just a bit confused you see. I'm sure my memories will return in a short time," Jaune spoke as he rubbed his head trying to remember. But the one who revived him had little patients for that as they walked around him.
"Your memories are of little concern to me, Toy maker." The woman within the cloak revealed herself speaking out exposing her gender. She stood in front of him as he looked towards her. "I'm looking for the mirror of fate," She stated searching for clues from the toymaker as he thought.
"The mirror…" Salem muttered as she remembered that item. Able to show the fate of your future unlike the relic of knowledge the mirror could show you your ultimate fate when you looked and focused on the question, allowing you to change what the outcome may be.
"Who is she?" Yang questioned as they couldn't see her face from underneath the hood as it closed her entire face and even the features.
"She doesn't sound familiar," Ruby didn't know that voice from anywhere but maybe someone in the room did.
"The Mirror of fate…" Jaune began to pace as he thought very carefully trying to get through the fog in his mind. "If I'm not mistaken, the mirror was broken many years ago. Yes, I remember now!" He walked back towards the woman who watched him as it was coming back to him. "It was when the the queen had destroyed her castle after losing control and killing both her love and children." He held his hands out remembering that day as the castle crumbled from the power. "The castle came down and the mirror broke, I vaguely remember seeing it among the ruins." He then gasped holding his hands out at the woman.
"Wait!" He began to pat his clothes searching each and every pocket on him until he found what he was searching for. He pulled out a shard of glass which was made into a necklace. "I found a fragment and I kept it! Hahaha! Now I remember!" Jaune yelled joyously as there was a sound filling the room.
His laughter began to die as he looked down seeing black liquid start to form beneath him. "W-w-w-w-what's happening!?" He panicked as it grabbed his legs keeping him in place. Thendral like arms began to grab his arms and legs as he fought trying to get free until one came up wrapping around his neck and pulling him down into the black liquid beneath him as it was silent.
"What's happening!" John yelled as he saw the older version of his son being dragged down under the black liquid by those arms.
"Is he gonna be okay!?" June herself yelled as the two looked back at the masked man who was simply sitting at his seat with an empty bottle and glass having emptied both in the short amount of time.
"Depends on your version of okay," He simply informed them as John gripped his seat in anger. But there was nothing he could do, this thing could beat him before he got up from his seat. But to a good portion watching they didn't know what the black sludge Grimm came from could do to a person when falling into it. More importantly a mortal.
Suddenly he jumped back out of the black tar as he had been changed, his skin pale white as he had black veins all around his face and hands. They seemed to be pulsing as the black tar ran through his body taking control of him once again, the slight twitching a sign of pain. His teeth had become sharp like a Beowulf and his eyes glowing blood red behind his glasses while the shard was still in his hand. He waved it around and opened his hand to show it was gone, his smile growing larger before he held his arms out. "Tada!" The black tar moved from his arms up to the ceiling as he looked at the hooded woman watching him. "Time to play hahaha!" he laughed being lifted off the ground and up into the rafters out of sight.
"What the hell!" John yelled seeing that thing which came back from the black tar.
"What happened to him?" Weiss asked in horror as she saw the face he had which was covered in painful looking veins which must have been filled with that substance. Then his eyes and smile were not like the warm and welcoming ones they had seen when he had finally awoken from his slumber.
"Hard to tell," The masked man muttered as he gave a glance back at Salem who had watched seeing what could possibly be done when mortals were thrown into the pools. Never had she thought to try, it simply just never came across her mind.
"Watch me!" He called as the sound of saws, hammering, and metal was heard being worked on, the women looking around for him as it was too dark to see where the toymaker was.
Suddenly down from the rafters fell a large puppet which he had created, the creation was some type of abominations which resembled the head and arms of a being. The eyes spun around looking at the woman while Jaune spoke out to her. "What have we here today? A walk-on actor, huh?" The face split open to reveal Jaune sitting in the head controlling the puppet with his smile still wide, but his eyes showed nothing but sadistic glee and madness. "Lets see how well you improvise!" He laughed as the face closed up and he began to ascend back to the rafters, but the puppet moved its arms and slapped them together making fireworks go off. When he did multiple puppets fell from the sky and landed before her as they all threw their hands out to their sides and blades shot out sparking from suddenly being drawn.
They all then cut the strings connected to them as their eyes were glowing different colors, they all rushed towards her ready to cut her apart as she stood there watching them come at her.
"What is happening? How are the puppets able to move on their own?" Ironwood was baffled at how they severed their strings and move freely. He could see no machines or devices which were allowing them to be controlled.
"That's because he isn't controlling them, they are moving all on their own." The masked man stated as he watched the fight breaking out up on the screen.
As the first of the puppets jumped lunging at her she suddenly jumped over it and time slowed as she lifted her arm. Suddenly black tendrils shit out smashing the puppet beneath her as it shattered into broken parts, she pulled away as she landed and then rolled out of the way as another came down trying to impale her with the blades before looking back up and running after her ripping them out from the ground.
"How could simple toys made of wood possibly move on their own!" Ironwood questioned as the man looked at him, but he wasn't looking at him. He turned his head to see that Penny was looking right back at him.
"Simple, he ripped the souls from 'volunteers' who died from his normal traps and put them inside the puppets you see now." He then turned his head away as many were silent hearing that the souls inhabiting the puppets were once people killed by his creations.
She moved away and held up her other hand creating a small sphere that was a blue color that she threw right at one hitting it in the chest. It stood there looking down before suddenly shattering into pieces as ice formed from within its body. As she destroyed the puppets their body parts began to disappear as lights flew up from their body. The woman kept moving around as they slashed and hacked at her missing hitting only the air.
She then spun in the air as two had come from both sides slashing from opposite directions. It slowed down showing as a tuft of blonde hair peaked out and was cut as they passed over her from and back missing her. When she landed her hand shot up grabbing one by its face crushing it with sheer force and then used the body to slam it right into the other behind her and watching as they fell apart finally destroyed.
When that happened Jaune growled as he saw his creations destroyed, but as he was watching the fight he prepared a special puppet just for her to fight. He slammed the hands together as more fireworks went off and falling from its hands was a brand new puppet fell from its hands and stood before her wielding a staff with a green gem on the top. This puppet possessed no strings as well while the eyes were glowing green, it seemed to move as if it was waking up before lifting its staff and lunging for the woman.
The woman lifted her arm and black tendrils came out from the sleeve and stopped the attack which was the staff slamming right against it making the ground beneath her crack as a small shock wave was created. She held on before pushing back and sending the puppet flying away from her; the wooden doll moved and landed carefully as it raised its hand and ice began to form around it. As they fought Jaune was above them narrating the story of the puppet.
"Hahaha, the valiant sir Ozma the great brandished his infallible septar, ready to defeat the sinister invader who threatened the kingdom!" The puppet sent out the magic and bega. to freeze the ground all around them. The woman only seemed to jump as he pulled back her arm and flames began to build which she used to counter the spell and create a thick fog of steam which hid both of them. She landed and looked around for the puppet as the wooden footsteps could be heard running around, she lifted her arm and carefully looked until suddenly throwing out her arm and the black limb caught the puppet who held on using its staff so that it would not be grabbed.
As the fight went on the masked man chuckled slightly as he could feel the sudden rush of emotions coming from the room. The feeling so similar but drastically different. How pulling from different worlds was so entertaining.
"Sir Ozma's skills were legendary throughout the kingdom. His magic above all others who dared to face him." Jaune spoke out as the puppet pulled back against the arm spinning and using it to pull her in as she let go making the arm evaporate.
When she did the puppet of Ozma lifted its staff and created magic whips from the gem on the cane and sent them out trying to grab her, but the woman skillfully moved to dodge out of the way before she suddenly stopped and slammed both her hands down on the ground creating a barrier which blocked the whips which continued to slams against the barrier. The puppet began to act more aggressive as its gem eyes were glowing even brighter, the whips began to smash against the barrier even harder until it finally broke and the air pushed the steam away revealing that the woman was no longer there where they had attacked. But then a blade broke through the chest of the puppet making splinters and wood chips fly out, the puppet lifted off the ground before its head began to turn all the way around looking at the woman impaling it with a blade made of magic. He reached up and the black tendrils moved from her sleeve and pierced both of them gems within the puppet's head and they shattered leaving the puppet to go limp upon the blade and begin to fade into dust making Jaune yell in anger as his work was destroyed.
The puppet came back down from the rafters and Jaune growled angrily making the eyes follow the woman who dared destroy his work. "Are you trying to outshine me!?" The puppet lifted its arm and smashed it down to try and squash her but she jumped out of the way and used the blade to cut into the arm of the wood but it could only scratch slightly as this puppet had metal parts in it so it would not be destroyed so easily. She was then caught in the hand as it was much faster than she expected from the giant puppet machine.
"I will teach you method acting!" He yelled from inside and smashed her into the ground pulling the hand away and slamming another fist down right on top of her creating a small cloud of dust. He went to do it again but this time she stood up somehow and caught the hand with two glowing gauntlets which she wore on both hands now. She pushed the hand away and jumped smashing the face of the puppet forcing it to lose control slightly. She continued the barrage swinging each fist against the wood cracking the face and making the strings attached to it suddenly snap and dropping it to the ground where it opened up exposing Jaune as he pulled the levers trying to unjam them.
Before she could get him he got it to use the hands to stand up from the ground while closing the face back up. "Don't get up yet the show is not over yet!" He yelled as it moved to jump away from her and slots in the arms opened up revealing fireworks. They fired out from the slots and went around towards her trying to kill her, sadly they did not work as she jumped around them and used her black tendrils whip to blow them up mid-air. Jaune tried to get one oper lever but he failed to see her as she landed right at the head and ripped off the face exposing him.
She reached inside and grabbed him by his throat pulling him from the seat, she then tossed him out of the puppet which began to collapse as he rolled and tumbled across the stage. He stopped and laid there for a second until he reached up grabbing a broken seat pushing himself up while the woman walked over holding the blade she used before, just as she raised it up to strike him down he suddenly began to puke up the black tar all over the floor, he continued to puke in agony as it spread evaporating into the air.
"I think I'll puke," Emerald groaned seeing him violently puking up the sludge, Mercury himself was chuckling at the sight. Reminded him of his pathetic father when he would drink himself sick. The only time he liked seeing him because he was beneath him in those moments.
"Is it over?" Ruby asked as she had seen the fight, one-sided from her abilities and this Jaune was nothing more than a man making puppets to fight.
The woman stepped back as to not let any of it touch her, so she watched as he gasped for a second only to continue to violently vomit out all of the black tar in agony. But she saw this as an opportunity to strike him down as he was weak, he could not build another puppet for her to fight and she could get the shard from him. She pulled back the blade ready to impale him just as he turned around to reveal he had returned back to normal.
He looked at her as she stopped looking at him, his skin had returned to normal and the black veins had disappeared. His teeth were no longer sharp as he slowly stood up. "Oh my," he looked around shaking a bit confused as if still dazed.
"W-what happened? W-what was I saying?"
"He had no control of himself," Oobleck studied as he noted the reaction and body movements. Its as if he only remembers when he woke up and then to his current position.
"What did it do to him?" Nora asked as she didn't like seeing him so frightened. Especially as an old man, it made it worse for her as he was so defenseless to this woman who tore apart everything he made with ease.
The woman made the blade disappear as she walked towards him. "You were about to give me a fragment of the Mirror of fate," She stated as Jaune shook his head.
"Ah, yes…" He reached down to his pocket and pulled the shard holding it out to her. "H-here it is," She reached out and he placed it in her palm. "Oh yes, good good," She closed her hand taking the shard while Jaune held his head.
"You know...it's all starting to come back to me." He could feel all the fragments coming back together like a puzzle that had just been complete. He looked back up at the woman's face under the hood once more and his eyes snapped open in fear.
His body shook as he lifted his trembling hand pointing at her. "I…" He began to step back scared before stumbling and tripping over the broken puppet hand. "I know who you are," He began to crawl back away from her as the fear consumed him. "Oh my, my," He said in a shaky breath holding his arms up shaking in fear.
"What's happening? Why is he so scared of her?" Yang questioned before getting an elbow from Weiss.
"Because she was just about to kill," She stated as they had just seen what happened moments ago. But oh how wrong she was as two individuals we starting to realize who this woman was, or who they thought she may be.
The woman only looked down at him on the floor. "Goodbye old man," She lifted her arm pointing at him as he stayed there shaking. "Guard your heart well," With that, she turned away from him walking away towards the exit of the theater.
Once she did Jaune moved to get up from the floor and only stood there until he put his hands to his face and began to cry weeping all alone within the theater. The curtains began to slowly close as the toymakers fate had yet to be decided.
The lights began to turn back on as the masked man stood up holding the dice as he looked at the two most silent out of anyone in the room. If he could be seen underneath the mask a smile could be seen as he held the dice in his fingers suddenly flicking them as it sounded like a gun shot as they flew right for Weiss. Luckily Winter reacted and caught them in her hands grunting in pain as it stung within her fist.
"Heh," The masked man was impressed she was able to react so suddenly catching the dice. He could see the slight crack in her hand along the bone so he would fix that for the catch. He took a step forward before suddenly he jumped off the ground and landed in front of Winter and grabbed her wrist holding it up. Winter herself felt something wrong as he touched her, the gloves did nothing as she looked at the mask and her reflection in the glass eye slots.
"Looks like we got the next thrower,"