Mason burst out of the building, running back towards the town. He saw a giant crowd of civilians, they were standing around the ally- police tape blocked it off. He saw Chloe, Henry, and Agetha standing in front of the tape- Henry crying into Chloe's chest. Mason ran over, slowly walking up to his friends. "G-Guys...?"

Henry whimpered as Chloe looked into Agetha's yellow eyes. "I don't get it, why would someone.... he... Mason's body.... it... it was mangled....." she cried, her eyes full of pure terror.

Mason stared before running through the crowd, civilians being pushed as he ran through. He slid under the tape, running through the ally he had just escaped from earlier. That's when he saw the scene. Police tape circled the shop, cop cars parked everywhere and..... his body. Laying in front of the building. Blood covered the ground- Mason felt sick. His body. It wasn't in one piece. like someone had literally chopped him up. They weren't clean pieces ether- it was like someone physically tore him apart. "Wait.... I.... died...? How...?" The old lady he saw earlier walked out of the building with two cops by her side. She looked normal. Her eyes were normal, and her skin was a peach color. She cried, talking with the cops.

"I-I'm not sure what happened- I came to open my shop and then I found that poor boy's body scattered in front of my doorstep..."

"So you don't know who did it?" One of the cops asked her.

"Goodness no- I was out playing Bingo. And right after I went to my grandson's home to drop off apple pies." she explained, the cops looking up from their notes.

"Ooh- I love pie." one of them told the other.

"Oh, I do too!" the other said before walking away, "Alright, you be careful now," he said, walking away as the CSI took over the site- leaving Mason staring at the elderly woman as she walked into her shop again.

Mason ran in before she can shut the door- before he can react she looked right at him. "Why do you keep disturbing my beautiful shop, Mason? Is it the dolls..? The Puppet's..? Maria Poppy?" she asked, looking him right in the eye.

"You can see me..?"

"Yes. I can. Now answer me."

"I.... I wanna know if it's true what they say..? You put... souls in the puppets and dolls..?" Mason asked, not believing she would actually answer him.

"It's what gives my shop life. Every doll has a different soul within it. And those who don't have souls- are yet to get one." the woman told him, taking a red haired doll off the shelf. "For example. This beautiful porcelain doll. Her name's Eve. Look." the elderly woman said, motioning towards a little girl skipping passed the window. The woman placed the doll next to the puppet near the display window. Mason stared at the girl- she looked just like the doll. Curly red hair, small freckles, and large green cat like eyes. Even their outfits looked alike. "Watch." the Elderly woman told Mason, snapping. With that- she vanished. Mason looked around before his attention turned to the little girl approaching the doll.

She reached for the doll- as soon as her hand touch the doll's hand, her soul was ripped from her body- her body falling to the ground with a thud. The doll's eyes opened abruptly as it's green eyes darting around, muffled screaming heard from within the doll. Mason stared in complete shock. Unsure how to feel. The elderly woman appeared again- but close to the doll. "Another naive soul." she whispered, picking up the doll and placing it on the shelf.

"Wait... no......" Mason whispered staring at the hundreds of dolls on the shelf.

"Yes. All my dolls were made to lure a certain someone near. I made one for you don't worry~" The woman smiled evilly, her eyes slowly turning dark- like the way she looked earlier that night.

She pulled a doll out of a cabinet, showing Mason. It looked just like him. Clothes, hair and everything. "Wh..."

"Mason Jones. Meet Mason Jones." she grinned, holding the doll out.

Mason held out his hand, about to take it- then he remembered what he just saw happened to the Eve girl. "NO!" he smacked her arm- making her drop the doll it shattering.

"My precious porcelain baby!!" she screetched, getting on her knees and frantically gathering the pieces of her fallen creation. "YOU!!!" she screamed, pointing- everything around her as a sharp ringing noise sounded all around Mason, making him cover his ears in pain.

"AHHH!" he exclaimed as the dolls all around the room started to shake and tremble.

"GET HIM!!!!" The lady screamed followed by a horrifying scream- much like a banshee.

The doll's eyes opened in unison- their heads snapping in Mason's direction. They all stood up, Mason stumbling back. He looked down as soon as he felt small hands grabbing his limbs from all directions. He looked down to see dolls all around him- clawing at his body with it's small fingers. Mason felt them pull and tug at his limbs- sharp pain where they were being stretched. He was gonna tear- and there's nothing he could possibly do to stop it from happening.

The pain being too much for him to handle, his vision darkened.

"Most humiliating way to go...."