After playing for an afternoon, the two of them walked to the courtyard of the house. In the center of the courtyard was an exquisite fountain, surrounded by various flowers and trees, seemingly full of vitality, but also somewhat too neat, as precise as a machine.
Nick walked to the edge of the fountain, carefully observing the water flow, "What do you think of this place?"
"I don't know, some places make me feel very comfortable, but at the same time, there are some places that make me shudder." Amy's tone was heavy as she looked at the big tree at the end of the courtyard, its trunk seemed to be connected to the house, as if they were one.
"Maybe, but I feel like we should be careful." Amy felt a wave of unease. "Everything here is too perfect, so perfect that it feels unreal."
"I agree, its beauty seems to follow a specific set of rules, lacking natural spontaneity," Nick responded.
At that moment, on the other side of the courtyard, the laughter and cheers of the children suddenly came. Amy and Nick immediately walked towards the direction of the sound, passing through a path painted with various exquisite patterns, and finally saw a group of puppet children playing.
They were having a water fight, holding small water guns or using handheld water ladles, chasing and playing with each other. And one of the little boys particularly caught Amy's attention, his name was Jis.
Jis looks to be about the same age as Amy, with a smooth and finely polished body. His eyes are blue, and his smile reveals a heartwarming innocence.
With golden hair and dazzling blue eyes, puppet has an incredible charm despite being a puppet.
"Do you want to join them, Nick?" Amy asked.
"Why not, it looks like a lot of fun!" Nick agreed.
The two of them quickly walked to the group of children and joined in their game. Amy took careful aim at Jis and shot at him with a small water gun. Jis saw it, laughed, and quickly counterattacked.
The water fight continued for a while, and everyone had a great time. After that, the children started playing tag, with one girl standing in the center and starting to count while the other children scattered to find hiding spots.
Amy followed Jis and the two of them found a small cave made up of huge clusters of roses and walked inside. Jis turned to look at Amy and said, "It's safe here, they shouldn't be able to find us."
"This place is beautiful, but Jis, don't you think everything is too perfect?" Amy asked.
"Um, I understand what you mean, but everything here is so beautiful, why worry?" Jis retorted.
Amy didn't know why, but she had a strange fondness for Jis. She felt that this puppet boy was different from the others, as if he had more emotions and thoughts.
However, at this moment, a low sob suddenly broke the silence. The sound seemed to come from the eerie big tree not far away. Amy was startled. Could this tree be giving some kind of warning?
"Did you hear that sound?" Amy turned to ask Jis.
Jis's face suddenly changed, and he said seriously, "I heard it, and that sound is indeed unsettling. What do you think it is?"
Amy smiled slightly and replied, "I'm not sure either, but I think we should be more cautious."
In the next moment, Jis's eyes gradually became empty, like a frozen lake, cold and lifeless. His arms began to sway rhythmically, as if being manipulated by some invisible force, sending a shiver down one's spine.
"Jis, what's wrong with you?" Amy asked with concern.
"Everything is fine, I'm good," Jis's voice was calm and indifferent, in stark contrast to his previously emotional tone.
Amy's intuition told her that something was wrong, recalling her previous conversation with Nick at home, as well as the strange big tree and the sobbing sound.
"We should go back," Amy said firmly.
But Jis remained indifferent and simply said, "No need, Mom will make us happier."
"Jis, don't be like this. I know you have emotions and thoughts," Amy anxiously tried to awaken Jis.
At that moment, the door of a distant cottage suddenly opened, and Puppet Mother walked out, as beautiful as ever, but with a cold dignity.
"Jis, come home. Mom made a luxurious dinner waiting for you to eat," she said.
Jis immediately turned around, like a puppet controlled by fate, and walked towards Puppet Mother.
Amy glanced at the distant cottage of the Puppet Mother and felt a chill in her heart. She must uncover the truth behind all of this, no matter the cost.
In the next few hours, the remaining children immersed themselves in endless joy. Their laughter and screams echoed back and forth, without any barriers or doubts between them.
However, even in this brief moment of happiness, Amy and Nick still couldn't completely shake off that sense of insecurity. Eventually, as the sun gradually set, all the children grew tired and returned to their respective homes.
"Today went by really fast, but it was also very interesting," Nick said, holding Amy's hand as they entered Marionette Laura's house.
"Yeah, but Nick, we can't forget that there's something not quite right here," Amy responded, with a smile on her lips but a hint of caution in her eyes.
Not long after, Marionette Laura noticed the children's unease and spoke up, saying, "If you'd like, you can stay and have dinner with us. We're really glad you came."
Amy stood up, picked up her backpack, and replied, "Thank you for the invitation, but we have to go back."
"Marionette Laura's voice suddenly took on a hint of urgency, almost palpable with nervousness: 'Are you really leaving so soon?'
'Yes, we have other things to do,' Nick also stood up."
"So, I wish you all the best," Puppet Jack and Laura stood up together and watched them leave.
Amy and Nick quickly walked out of the house, feeling even more uneasy than before. They walked across the flower-filled meadow and returned to the small gate.
"What do you think is going on?" Nick asked.
"I don't know, but I'm sure this place is not normal at all. We'd better hurry back and tell Mom and Dad everything," Amy said firmly.
They passed through the door and returned home. Everything was back to normal, but the uneasiness in their hearts remained.
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