When I was little, I loved all of my dolls, stuffed animals, and trolls.. while the lights were on.

When the lights were out, I would lay awake staring at them all lined up on my dresser and wonder if it was possible for them to come to life... I always imagined it would be a happy time where we would all laugh and play!

At the age of 8, my at-the-time 13 year old brother, Bryan, ordered a pizza after school (which isn't something he was allowed to do) and didn't want me to snitch on him. In order to have me keep this secret to myself, he told me that if I didn't tell on him he'd give me some of the pizza and let me watch a movie with him in his room. I was so excited because I knew he had movies that my parents thought I was too young to watch, and like any kid, I thought I knew better.

So we sat down Indian style in the middle of the floor of his bedroom, each of us with a slice of pizza in our hands. I picked off the pepperonis (yuuuck) while he popped in the VHS... his choice of entertainment this afternoon: Puppet Master

Ever since that day, the idea of any doll coming to life has freaked me out. I don't remember ever being so scared in my life as I was when that leach lady spat a leech into some poor guy's mouth... I'm getting queasy just thinking about it.

Of course, I have in my adult life re-watched Puppet Master and realized how poor quality it was, but that doesn't take away the memory I have of it when I was a child. From that day forward I had nightmares about my dolls and eventually had to hide them away at nights so that they couldn't get me.

I imagine that if one of them had gotten me, he would look much like what I've created above... an eery half smile, half scowl with perfectly placed blood stains on his unwrinkled suit...

Sleep well, kids. ;)

hahaha at your best friends turning into demonic beings after Puppet Master. That's like me and the movie Gremlins, I can't get over how silly and not scary it is now, but it terrified me as a child. That and the movie Invaders From Mars.

Anywho, I like where you are going here, but i think the character needs a bit more to really get the point across. Perhaps some blood smeared across its face or lips, maybe the hands going behind the frame and the hint of a knife handle in one hand just below the frame.

FA and i seem to have had the same gremlins experience. adult life has shown me that it is actually a comedy, but i spent months of childhood checking under the bed every night for eggs...

your character's deadly potential isn't clear enough yet. also the quality of your lines for the frame aren't as good as how you drew the figure. the way he's looking at the wearer is creepy tho'!

Brillent job Tracey :)

What about IT, that murderous creepy clown? AUGHHHHHH!

P.S. I like the design on the shirt, nice jarb!