[He was on his way back from the festival, walking for once, when a little more than a few faceless and bloodied creatures showed up around the house. They're moving rather slowly, limping more like, and they don't seem to notice him, but when he takes a step their heads turn in his direction and they freeze.]
Hmph. [Quietly,] Stay inside.
[They're not like the Heartless...but they're still a little more than unsettling to him. Hearing all the commotion over the communicators plus the mist made him suspicious from the get-go, sure, but he couldn't figure out what these things were actually like. There are a few more seconds of silence before he decides to open a portal to try and get into the house quickly. Darkness rips through the air and it's quiet, very--So far so good. They're staying still...so he'll start to back up--
THUMP.]
...Dammit!
((ooc: Being of darkness, killed things, just plain bad=lots of creepy crawlies. If you find him you'll see that he's on the ground and all the Puppets have lashed out and wrapped their strings around some part of his body. And most likely things around him will...be on fire. Have a field day~))