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"I can't kill! It's wrong!"
"Traitor! You are just a mere coward!"
Then, the doll woke up from a nightmare. His name is the Tails Doll.
"Wait a minute… why am I having weird nightmares? This is the third one this week!" He floated over to a desk, comprehending all the strange dreams he has had lately.
"Hmm…. The first one had an odd-looking box, the second had me being shocked by some sort of fail-safe device, and this one had a weird silhouette. I just realized something. Killing is not right. I should stop, but if I stop feeding on souls, mine will wither! I better ask Master Robotnik if he can make some minor alterations." As he floated downstairs, Robotnik was thinking of an evil scheme.
"Robotnik, I have something to ask of you.
"What is it?"
"Well, Sir, can you modify me so I can survive without feeding on other souls?"
"Sorry, but I can't."
"Why not?"
"Well, the truth is that I did not create you. Some guy left you up on the doorstep, inside a box. It said this: "I am sorry, but I can no longer handle this doll. I need somebody with as much intelligence as myself to watch after him. Sincerely, Anonymous." Maybe if you can find your original creator, he can fix it."
"Okay. Do you have any hints on where he is?"
"I only have one hint. The message also had an odd stamp on it, with red text that reads as 29A."
"29A, but isn't that the Hexadecimal for 666?
"Yes, but finding your original creator would involve finding a portal to Hell."
"If it's for the best, I am going to go. Goodbye, Master!"