The die was cast from a mold of plastic, fake hair and blood. It has a mechanical soul. Sharp gears turn giving it the appearance of life. Then there’s the laughter. Dear gods, the laughter. Like a bansidhe‘s fearsome wail it pierces foggy nights and flesh and bone. It will come for you as soon as It’s done with your children.
It can smell your fear.
(via ectomo)
