"It will start soon," said Robin. "Let me put the puppet on stage first."
"Why doesn't it have any strings?" asked Catherine while pointing towards the puppet.
"Oh, well, since we live in a modern era, I figured that people don't really appreciate old school puppets anymore, so I created puppets that have two modes, which are auto mode and manual mode."
"That sounds cool!"
"Thus, the puppets can be controlled by using a remote," Robin said. "Plus, with the huge size of Pinocchio here, it's hard to control him manually using strings."
"Okay, he's all set up and ready to go. Let me begin the play. There once was a carpenter called Geppetto," Robin said while a puppet man went onto the stage. "He longed so much for a son. So, he carved a wooden puppet boy and named it Pinocchio," he said when he started to move Pinocchio. "Now, Pinocchio was just a puppet, but Geppetto wished so much that Pinocchio would become a real boy. So, the angels sent down Aphrodite. Then, Aphrodite turned Pinocchio into a living boy," Robin said when he switched Pinocchio to auto mode.
"However, Pinocchio got lonely as Geppetto was often busy woodworking. So, Geppetto called upon Aphrodite again to create a companion for his son."
Suddenly, Aphrodite's puppet's eyes shot out two green beams towards Catherine.
"Aaah! What just happened?" asked Catherine in fear.
"You will be Pinocchio's companion, my dear. Take a look at your clothes."
And so, she did and discovered that her clothing had changed. It started to look the same as the clothing that Pinocchio weared. At about the same time, her braids turned reddish brown.
"How could this happen!?" exclaimed Catherine.
"Oh, this, my dear, is black magic," Robin said. "Now that the clothing is done, it is time for you to change. Take a look at your feet, why don't you?"
She looked down in horror as her legs had turned into wood. Soon, she felt a strange feeling in her abdomen. Her body was also turning into wood! The curse was gradually going up her body, eventually reaching her chest.
"Ah, I feel like it's harder to breathe now!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter with that? You won't need to breathe anyway," Robin said with a smug grin.
"Aaah! My arms are also turning into wood! Please stop this, please, I'm begging you, Robin. Make me back to normal!" she wept.
"No, I won't. This is your fate and you have to face it, maybe even embrace it. You told me you liked puppets, right? Why not enjoy being one?"
"You know that's not what I meant," Catherine said. "Help! Somebody help! I'm turning into wood!" she shouted.
"Nobody will hear your screams," said Robin. "It's helpless."
"Help me! I am turning into..."
Suddenly, Catherine's screaming stopped. The curse had reached her mouth and she was unable to talk. However, tears still came flowing out of her eyes. She felt helpless as she knew that this would not stop until her transformation was over.
In just a few minutes, her entire face had turned into wood, but the transformation was not complete.
All of a sudden, a tiny door appeared on Catherine's chest.
Robin opened the chest and took out Catherine's heart.
"Now that the transformation is complete, you will be my puppet forever," said Robin.
Suddenly, Catherine could see.
"Hey, I am still conscious," she thought to herself. "Am I really a puppet now?" she asked herself while trying to look at her arms. However, it was to no avail. She couldn't move any of her limbs or look anywhere but in front.
"It is time to activate you, Catherine, or should I say, Pinocchia?"
"Pinocchia?" she wondered. "Well, maybe being Pinocchio's puppet friend wouldn't be so bad. Maybe it's..." she thought, when Robin activated her. She lost consciousness as black magic took over her wooden body and controlled it.
"Hello, Pinocchio," Pinocchia greeted Pinocchio while smiling.
"Pinocchio, here is your new companion, Pinocchia," Robin said to Pinocchio.
"Hello, Pinocchia," said Pinocchio. "Let's be friends forever."
"You will live here, performing with me forever, Catherine," said Robin.
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