Owned by  Totschrei

This er... lovely gent? He strolled in one foggy night and set himself up in a corner. I decided to take a closer look after a while of cowering behind my bar. His black button eyes shine with hidden intent, aged and yellowed patches of fabric stitched together haphazardly. He was once a fine and beautiful pony clothes stand but age and some unknown hardship has termed him into nothing more than a haunted dummy. Because he scares the pecans outta me, he's free to whoever wants him! -squeaks and scrambles away as he turns to look at me-