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  1. London, 1821
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  3. The streets were bustling with noise and business. It was the business season, and people were hard at work, buying and selling whatever it was they had to sell or wanted to buy. Stores were packed all along the street. Only one store was looked over. A small, unremarkable tailor shop sat nestled in between an apothecary and a woodworker's shop. On the inside was a counter, with a cash register and a bell, to be rung if one needed service. Leather jackets and other sorts of leather made items hung from racks and were displayed on shelves. They were high quality, but covered in dust. Nobody had come to visit this store for a few years. In the back room was a fireplace, a chair, and a man sitting in front of the fireplace, sewing a trench coat. He had brown hair that came down to his shoulders, caramel colored skin, one blue and one green eye. This man clearly was tired of the life he had been living up to this point. "Ten years in the tailoring business and i still have nothing to show for it." the man muttered. he was lonely, he had no family to share his suffering. He was clearly disappointed, and upset with his dwindling career. he barely had one customer a month. The flames that were doing a flickering dance in the fireplace reflected in his multicolored eyes. The man had walked up towards the staircase on his left, and proceeded to go up the stairs, but then the bell at the front desk rang. "Who the bloody hell is this?" he walked towards the front desk, and stood behind it, he found himself staring at a man who was tall and lanky, with a white robe, blonde hair and blue eyes. The men looked at each other.
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  5. "Hello, welcome to Mister Stitches' tailor shop, best leather works and sewing jobs in all of London.How may i help you? You certainly don't look like you're from around here." the tailor said, looking at the angelic looking man. "Indeed. I am not from around here. I am here on behalf of a poor boy named Isaac Grossman. The boy is of an unfortunate upbringing. I caught him praying for a friend. I wish for you to create a clown for me to put in his box." The tailor looked at the angelic looking man. "you're bloody crazy, I'm a tailor. I can't create life, so unless you actually want me to make something for you, i must ask you to leave." he said as he prepared to head to the back room. "You cannot create life, but i can give you the ability to give life to your creations." The angelic looking man put his hand above the tailor's head. A green glow came from the man's hand and enveloped the tailor. The tailor felt nothing. He then got up and gave the angelic looking man an expression of interest. "What did you do to me?" he asked. The angelic looking man then pulled out a porcelain doll. it had brown hair and glowing green eyes and was wearing a pretty pink dress. "This doll is named sally. give her a hug, why don't you?" the angelic looking man gave the doll to the tailor, who looked at it. he decided to humor the angelic dressed man and hug the doll. the doll suddenly began to grow and change into a living, breathing little girl who wore an expression of pure joy and wonderment. She looked at the tailor, a beaming smile on her face. "Hi daddy! Can you make me a teddy bear?" the little girl beamed happily. "Do you see it now? i have given you the ability to give things life." the angelic looking man looked at the tailor, who smiled. "You gave me a daughter. I will gladly make this friend for that boy of yours." the angelic looking man smiled. " Your daughter would love to see your work. I will know when you are done, so there is no need to come and get me." with that, the angelic looking man and the tailor shook hands and parted ways.
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  7. ONE YEAR LATER
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  9. The tailor's life had improved greatly, his business was bustling. the once derelict and dusty shop was now freshly refurbished and customers were running to the door to get the products that the tailor, now known all across London as Mister Stitches, the legendary tailor. The woodworker who owned the shop next to him had come over to visit him. Mister stitches was playing with his daughter when the woodworker walked in holding a long, ebony colored case. "The legendary Mister Stitches. I have a gift for you." The man opened the case, revealing a beautifully made wooden arm. It was incredibly detailed with gears that rotated inside it as the wooden limb moved around. it almost looked alive. it looked bewitchingly beautiful. "This is quite the strange gift sir." the man smiled with a sparkle in his eyes. "this was a work that took me the whole year to make. the gears in the arm turned as it got up. Sally was scared. the man smirked devilishly as he tapped the blade of the knife that was in his pocket. Mister stitches picked up on this. "Sally, dear, go upstairs. Daddy has to talk to this man." sally then rushed upstairs and locked the door. the woodworker then lashed out at Mister Stitches, who used an upholstery knife to block the blow. "this is for taking away all my business, you bloody fake!!" he grabbed the knife from Mister Stitches, and threw it on the ground. The woodworker kicked mister stitches to the ground and proceeded to slash brutally at Mister Stitches' face carving a pattern that looked like a macabre tic tac toe game. Mister stitches used his foot to kick down a tanning rack, causing it to fall onto the woodworker. who screamed in pain. Mister Stitches grabbed the knife that he dropped. But the woodworker was too quick. The woodworker grabbed a leather cutter and swung it with all his might towards Mister Stitches' right arm. He completely severed it, spewing blood everywhere. Mister Stitches fell to the ground, silent and unmoving, The woodworker was not yet satisfied. he proceeded to walk towards the stairs to where sally was. "Don't you dare touch my daughter!!!" The woodworker looked at Mister Stitches. He was standing up, a knife in his mouth, his hand covering his wound. Mister Stitches ran at The Woodworker with incredible speed, slashing through the woodworker's throat. the woodworker fell down dead. Mister Stitches picked up the wooden arm and jammed it onto the wound. he hugged his wound, bonding the wooden arm to his body. He walked up to his daughter's room and looked into her room, she was fast asleep. he walked to her, kissed her cheek, hugged her tight, and walked back down to the room where the woodworker's dead body lay. His wooden arm twitched. he then got to work. he cut a small incision in the woodworker's skin, keep removing the skin of the dead corpse, He ignored the blood that was spewing from the dead body. he calmly began to clean out the blood and dispose of the parts of the body that he didn't need. he then went to the coat that he was working on.the midnight moon shone through the night. stars twinkled in the sky. Mister Stitches slowly worked the skin of the dead Woodworker into his trench coat. He looked at the excess skin. the woodworker was a fat man. he used some skin from his stomach to make an ascot, humming as he worked. his final idea hit him. he looked at a frame for an unfinished top hat, he grabbed it, and worked diligently for hours. it was morning when he was finished. he finished his macabre work and put the hat atop his head. he looked at his reflection in the mirror. he rather enjoyed his new outfit. sally walked downstairs and saw her father in his new outfit. "Daddy did you get rid of the bad man?" she asked, hugging her teddy bear tightly. He knelt down, hugging his daughter. "Don't worry honey. No bad men will hurt our family again." he smiled. "Hello." said a familiar voice. Mister Stitches looked over to see the angelic looking man. he was... different now. "You performed exactly as i expected. I am a worker for a church, dedicated to bringing a man back from behind the wall. He is coming back. and he wants you." The angelic looking man smiled.
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