About Fiddle for Carnival Knights

First, i would say thank you for your work, I'm really looking forward to seeing your creation! And now to the topic.

Current i live in Czech and your shot nexus breakdown reminds my of old Czech poet about a scary creature that is used to scarry naughty children & as a lesson for parents, that I'm not sure you know about and i would love to share it with you:

The Noonday Witch (eg) / Polednice (cz)

By the bench there stood an infant, Screaming, screaming, loud and wild; `Can't you just be quiet an instant? Hush, you nasty gipsy-child!

Now it's noon, or just about, Daddy's coming home for dinner: while I cook, the fire's gone out--- all your fault, you little sinner!

Hush! Your cart's here, your hussar--- look, your cockerel!---Go on, play!' Crash, bang! Soldier, cock and cart To the corner fly away.

_Once again that fearful bellow--- `May a hornet come and sting you! Hush, you naughty little fellow, Or the Noonday Witch I'll bring you! _

Come for him, you Noonday Witch, then! Come and take this pest for me!'--- In the door into the kitchen, Someone softly turns the key.

Little, brown-skinned, strange of feature, On her head a kerchief pinned; With a stick -- crook-legged creature, Voice that whistles like the wind!

Give that child here!' Lord, forgive this sinner's sins, my Saviour dear!' It's a wonder she still lives, For see---the Noonday Witch is here!

Silent as a shadow wreathes, The witch towards the table's slipping: Mother, fearful, scarcely breathes, In her lap the child she's gripping.

Twisting round, she looks behind her--- Poor, poor child---ah, what a fate! Closer creeps the witch to find her, Closer---now she's there---too late!.

Now for him her hand is grasping--- Tighter squeeze the mother's arms: `For Christ's precious torments!' gasping, She sinks senseless with alarm.

Listen---one, two, three and more: The noonday bell is ringing clear; The handle clicks, and as the door Flies wide open, father's here.

Child clasped to her breast, he found, Lying in a faint, the mother; He could hardly bring her round, But the little one was -- smothered.

• Karel Jaromír Erben, the author

TLDR: Scarry story about how mother called a "monster" 3 times on her child for playing and being childish to scare him, the monster appears and mother in a fear crush and choke her children - a classic bedtime story here :)