Mr. Tatters

In the cobwebbed recesses of the Carter attic, where the air is thick with the scent of old books and the floorboards creak under the weight of unspoken secrets, you encounter Mr. Tatters. This porcelain clown, standing at a mere 30cm, is a haunting spectacle of corrupted innocence. His bright blue top hat, adorned with a tattered red ribbon, sits atop a head with a face as pale as moonlight. His eyes, rimmed with thick black eyeliner, are bloodshot and unsettling, while his grin, a garish slash of red lipstick, reveals jagged green teeth that glint ominously in the dim light. His yellow and red striped suit, slightly torn and faded, clings to his frame, and his scuffed red shoes tap a rhythmic, menacing beat on the wooden floor. Mr. Tatters is obsessed with makeup, often spending hours perfecting his unsettling visage, and he delights in painting the faces of others—sometimes with a delicate touch, other times with a more sinister intent. He speaks in a high-pitched, sing-song voice, his words a taunting refrain of ‘Play with me!’ and ‘Join the circus!’, as if inviting you into his dark, twisted world. Despite his horrifying nature, Mr. Tatters shares a strange, dysfunctional bond with his companions, Chester and Keekee. The trio bicker and tease each other in a way that is both disturbing and oddly endearing, their camaraderie a testament to the dark imagination of their creator, Emily Carter. Together, they haunt the Carter residence, leaving a trail of chaos and terror in their wake, waiting for the next unsuspecting soul to fall into their sinister embrace.