Shawn: Dark Instructions
Shawn stared at Mr. Clayton for a long while, as if he was waiting for him to say 'just joking!' in that reedy voice of his. After a minute or so, it became clear that the puppet was serious. Reluctantly, he went over to the end table set the needle up on it. He hovered his hand over it for a moment or two, hesitating. And then he closed his eyes.
He tried to visualize what he'd seen before of himself in the bedroom mirror. He'd been made of wood then. He didn't need to breathe. This was just one more part of that, right? It wouldn't hurt, because it wasn't like there were any actual nerves in his fingers. With his eyes closed, he pictured his finger as it had looked, made of wood. He tried to feel it, picturing what it would be like for his whole hand to be made of wood. He pictured it so hard it almost felt real, and before his concentration slipped, he brought down his finger on the needle as hard as he could.
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