The Marionette has a minion!

Minion the Knitsy

Rough draft : concept , toymaker dies, grandson takes it in and the boy loves it and focus on the changes and in the end the boy gives it to his son repeating the cycle.

The clock framed in the living room started to go off, the noise resonated throughout the house, the loud grating sound continued for a minute til it stops. The house is lifeless, filled with clutter and debris, things are scattered everywhere, building materials, books, clothes, blueprints and unclean dishes. Its everywhere on every nook and cranny and on every furniture, despite the fact no one has been here for weeks. He was in the house, sitting and doing nothing as usual. There was so much time for him but he could not move he could not speak, he just laid there against the wall lifeless staring at the window hoping for something to happen. He been stuck like this for weeks, waiting for his father's return. The last time his father was home was near the end of summer was ending, he was off to work like any other day but he never came back. His father's job is a toy maker, he worked in the factory during the most of the day and he would make toys for himself and his grandchildren at night because he loved the things he could create with his own hands.

He kept thinking about his father and wondered to himself, was his father dead?. The idea made him feel terrible and negative thoughts began to overwhelm him and he started feeling sick and tried to distract himself by looking at the window. Fall had set in, his neighbor tree had grown barren and the leaves had turn into a dark auburn color; droves of leaves begun scattering onto the floor and their son was raking the leaves in an inefficient manner.

As he was getting preoccupied what happened outside, he began hearing a metalic click and the sound of a door handle being turned. He knew right away it was the sound of the front door being open, he immediately began thinking to himself, that his father was home. The foot steps came closer and closer and finally the room of his door opened, however it was not his father but it was his son, Josh.

"What have you been doing to yourself dad?", he sneered as he began tossing items around the room, "Is this what you wanted? To die like this in this dump you created?".

Another man came in, he was in a brown uniform and immediately tried clearing the room, so he could.

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