This spooky commission was done for SoulTheDragon (left) and prettygreenscales (middle) and it features a scene of a deranged carpenter and his project.

SoulTheDragon was kind enough to write up a little story for this one which you can read below:

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The sound of a quiet piano played, barely audible through the static, accompanied by a soft humming from a string instrument. It sounded classical, old, much like the device that it was playing from, and much like the scents that haunted his every breath.
At first all he could smell was wood, it was quite overpowering, as if he had just walked into a workshop. But a faint, undeniable musk hung around, making the air heavy and hard to take in. He noticed a hint of rust and iron in it, bringing along that odd reminder of blood - or was it something he was tasting?

Vex couldn’t remember how long he had been strung up like this, dipping in and out of consciousness. He was heavy, he could barely lift a finger under the weight he felt on his body and he felt weak, surely unable to even walk. Not that it mattered when his feet was hanging off the ground anyways, the way he was hung up made him feel he was nothing but a piece of meat on a hook.

All the while he had been forced to watch through narrowed eyes as the creature that once was his friend worked and shaped his trade, filing down small objects stuck in a vice, or fiddling with what he could only describe as wooden limbs. Lifeless wooden constructs with as equally lifeless appendages.
He could see the very same constructs hanging from the ceiling all around it, highlighted by the bright lights on either side of his limp body.

He vaguely remembers how his day had started out, a soft smile and a promise of a hearty meal and a warm bed to save him from a long trip. Yet now he had none of those.
He’d feel angry if he wasn’t afraid, he’d feel sad if he wasn’t trying to process what was going on.

It was hard to breathe, his lungs arching and burning from the dry air, yet he found it more difficult to look into the eyes that were often aimed towards him.

Not once did he feel like they were staring at him however, only at a construct behind him that was suspended in the air, much like himself. He could spot a certain glee and excitement in those glinting eyes, a joy that made the raptor’s guts wretch in sickness. A complete lack of apathy, he did not exist as a person in those eyes, only as yet another material to utilize.
At the same time he could sense a growing presence behind him, like something was trying to drag him back, pulling in his very essence and being.

The creature picked up a small device from a nearby bench, and finally turned to face the raptor straight on, with a crooked smile and wicked eyes that stared into his. He could faintly hear the soft whispers of a voice he once thought familiar. The voice came with new promises, promises of a better fate, a liberation, and of becoming a completion.

A simple click on the device and a mechanic buzz started up above him. It caused the chains holding him up to jostle, a rough pull in his already pained body. His senses dulled, blackness taking over slowly as he was slowly being lifted.

It was time.
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