Nothing to be afraid of.
Fiddlesticks
It’s hunting us. It knows what we’re afraid of.
Fiddlesticks
I haven’t got a brain and soon neither will you.
Fiddlesticks
The scarecrow took them all. Nobody left. But me.
Fiddlesticks
I think I’ll let you suffer for a while…
Fiddlesticks
See? It’s just a scarecrow.
Fiddlesticks
They haven’t come back from the fields. It’s been three days.
Fiddlesticks
Fiddlesticks is just a fable. A story to scare children.
Fiddlesticks
High above the rotten rows. Cloth and metal. Teeth and crows.
Fiddlesticks
Your bidding, master!
Fiddlesticks
Don’t open your eyes!
Fiddlesticks
