Pop Goes The Weasel
As Giggles stood, observing everything with curiosities galore, he was approached by a man. He could tell before the man even spoke, this ladylike man was a snobby spoiled brat. Then the man spoke and low and behold. Rude to boot.
"I hope your missing pin isn't anything like your head. We have enough dumbbells as it is." Then the man strolled away. Muttering under his breath Giggles clutched one of his pins tightly.
"Manners, manners Mr. Prince. . . Your crown seems to be too tight." He set his pins down as a young woman approached him. She smells nice. As she spoke to him Giggles smiled brokenly under his mask. She doesn't get it either. She then asked him if maybe he would help her carry things. Giggles tilted his head, his eyes focusing on the lady.
"I. . . C-can help you carry." His voice was low and raspy as he took the bags from the woman. The stench of rot and blood radiated off of Giggles. He turned to her and made soft breathing sounds.
"Carry miss Red's bags where? C'mon princess tell me." He asked, but before he could receive an answer a girl appeared asking the red one if she could ask something of her. The girl was perfect. A precious doll, a doll. . . A child. . . He dropped the bags and shuffled closer to the girl who just arrived.
"Little doll, little doll. . . May I come over and play? With your fancy gowns and your hollow eyes. . . Let me in, let me see. . ." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear. He grabbed her hand and looked up at her shyly, like some sort of wild animal, yet tame only for one. He became excited and pulled out a stained fabric rose.
"Can you take this flower of mine. . . Say you won't forget me dolly." He bowed his had and held up the blood-stained rose to her. He had this urge, I need to take her from here. My personal princess.