A twisted look on a childhood classic.
Red began to fill my puppet eyes as I looked upon the man that had just killed my friend Jiminy. This nose had turned me evil. I no longer had the desire for human contact or to fit in with the rest of the world. I just wanted to make everyone pay for what they had done to me. They had all banned against me because I could not tell lies and therefore came off as an inconsiderate person who people perceived as mean and malicious. When in reality I was none of these things. I was only a simple walking, talking puppet that wished to be accepted by the rest of the world, but this flaw I had prevented me from this. Instead I was forced to be an outcast and unleash the pain the world had caused me on the rest of the world. And it started with the man who killed Jiminy. I came up behind him and pushed him into the saw blade that was meant for cutting wood. This was the begging of my many out lashing on the people that had refused to accept me and my nose. I no longer went from town to town working odd jobs, but rather going from town to town and taking my rage out on those that had hurt me. I became a twisted and evil puppet that no longer resembled my former self. All because of my nose and how it affected my life in such a negative way. I no longer went by the name of my former self Pinocchio. I went under the identity of Chucky. I was no longer Pinocchio the walking talking son of Gepeto, but rather the bloodthirsty killer Chucky.
I could no longer control my actions. I was filled with hate. This nose I was born with had taken away a very naturalistic human quality was only an important part of life and without it I was denied from being human. Then why should I abide by the rules that were set in place by the very people that denied me everything. I owed them nothing or at least I owed them the very kindness that they had given me, which was nothing. My total existence was to make mankind’s life as bad and meaningless as they had made mine. Things might have been different had I not been given this curse. But I had been given it and that’s what made me this way. An outcast. A freak. A killer.
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