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Robbie waits for her inside of her closet and hidden behind a row of dresses he is certain the girl has never even touched – too frilly and girly for her. He's getting increasingly better at breaking and entering, he thinks slightly amused.

He watches her enter and toss her bag carelessly onto her bed, mumbling softly to herself. She begins unbuttoning her shirt as she nears the closet, and Robbie tries to stay focused on his task at hand. Not her bra color. When the closet is pulled open, he moves, clasping his hand over her mouth before anything louder than a squeal could escape, while his other arms snakes around her waist in a tight hold. Months of having nothing better to do but lift weights, paying off. He begins walking her backwards until she trips over the bed and he lands on top of her. Using his body as a restraint he yanks his hand from underneath her and reaches for the bag lying near the head of the bed, ignoring her scratching and hitting. The bag is empty.

"What have you done with Rex, Jade?" He asks tossing the empty bag away from him, in frustration.

Her eyes dart to the left toward the bag quickly and her burrows furrow, with confusion? Worry? He can't really tell.

"I'm going to let you go." He finally says. "Please be quiet… for your sake." He then lets her go, getting up and she instantly back peddles away from him to the other side of her bed. Her eyes dart around the room briefly before returning to him. "What have you done with Rex?" He asks again.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Her eyes dart around the room again and as she begins to button her shirt back up.

"Jade!" Robbie whispers harshly. "This isn't a game. He's dangerous."

She glares at him. "I don't have your doll!"

"Has he talked to you yet?" Robbie asked, feeling crazy and desperate. "You don't have to be afraid of him, just tell me if he's in this room."

Her face goes blank, "you're crazy." Her eyes dart around the room again and Robbie can tell she's looking for Rex as well. Why else would she take her eyes off him, if she believed he was the real threat?

"I saw that you have him." He tells her and take a step to his left to look on the other side of the bed – nothing.

"What if I do?" She asks her eyes watching him, closely. "I'm a collector of brutal homicide evidence." Robbie looked back at her, not at all sure if she was being sarcastic.

"I'm sure you've noticed something is off then?"

The girl doesn't answer because her eyes dart to her dresser and Robbie instantly turns around. The vessel claps his wooden hands together, an abnormal grin appearing on its face.

"It took you long enough, Robbie." 'Rex' says, picking up a glassed lump of flesh from her dresser and studies it. "I thought I would have to come to you." He then drops the glass onto the floor and it completely shatters. Next the vessel reaches for a pair of large black scissors. "What is your decision? She…" He motions towards Jade. "She could be our first victim and your first act of revenge. I mean, she's never treated you particularly nicely? All the insults… think of them Robbie. Remember you are only tolerable to her… how long have you been friends? How much have you done for her compare to how much she has done for you?" 'Rex' motioned for him to take the weapon. "Remember when freshmen year and you told her you liked her, Robbie? Remember how she cruelly shot you down and began dating your 'best friend'. Dear God, don't get me talking about that Canadian. Maybe we need to pay him a visit next?" Rex's grin widened. "Yes Robbie, take it in, embrace that hatred, let it ooze throughout you." Robbie took the weapon from Rex.

Robbie closed his eyes; Rex was doing something to him. Everything Rex said caused him an over-flow of emotions, hatred was clawing at his gut. He really did want revenge for all those awful things. It wasn't fair how he was treated by everyone!

He balled his hands into fists. His head turned in Jade's direction, who was still sitting very still on the bed, watching him. She backed away further when he took a step in her direction.

"Yes!" Rex breathed. "Accept it…"

Robbie froze and shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He felt as if a dark presence was being removed from his coconsciousness. He turned around again quickly only to find Rex gone. That frightened him more than if he had been still there.

"Please…" His voice croaked. "Tell me you saw him too." He was worried that Rex had been inside his head. He was worried he had murdered Trina Vega. He was worried that all this was him being crazy. That he had almost murdered someone else.

His shoulders sagged at her silence, and he was afraid to look at her.

"He was there." The girl finally says and he quickly turns around to face her. "He must have left when you were about to kill me." He was too happy about the first half of her statement to worry about the other half. "He must have gone out of the window." She motioned towards the open window he had gotten in through.

"Are you saying you seen him talk? That wasn't all inside my head?" Robbie asked in an almost begging way. "I'm not crazy?"

Jade frowned at him before getting from her bed and walked over to her window, peering out of it. "I never said you weren't crazy. Who buys a possessed doll?"

"Oh thank goodness!" Robbie ran his hands through his hair and clutches his head. Relief and dread flooded him. He wasn't crazy but he wasn't crazy… Which means a possessed killer doll is on the loose. "How did you get Rex?" He asked the girl who was now nervously gnawing on her thumb finger.

"I told you. I like to collect brutal homicide evidence. You should have told me your doll was possessed!" Jade takes a seat on the end of her bed; she looks a little worried to Robbie.

"I told everyone, I mean… you stole evidence from the cops?"

"Says the guy who escaped from prison…" She rolled her eyes. "Look, it wasn't like I went inside your house and took him. He was in my fucking locker… I thought you had put him there."

Robbie frowned. So, Rex targeted Jade on purpose.

"Again –"she was interrupted by a door opening. Robbie was already sliding back into her closet right as her bed room door was thrown open.

"We brought tacos, Jade!" A young boy exclaimed waving around a greasy taco bag.

"I don't care! Who told you, you could come in my room! Get out!"

The boy scrunched up his face at her. "PMS…" He mumbled slowly closing her bed room door. "Mom, Jade's on her period again! She's also evil!" They both could hear him scream.

"The little coward," Jade mumbled under her breath, going over and locking her bedroom door. She also closed the window.

_I_

Jade told him that Rex hadn't revealed himself to her until about a month and a half ago. She had woken up, tied to her bed, with tape over her mouth – Rex sitting on top of her chest. He had apparently wanted her to help him get Robbie out of jail. He had shown up first.

As Robbie tried to fall asleep in Jade's closest that night, he couldn't help regretting destroying Rex when he had first found talking puppets don't exist. He hadn't wanted to then though; Rex had been his best friend, his only friend at one time. He had no proof that Rex was evil back then, that all the horrible things he was telling him to do he couldn't be talked out of.

Robbie had no idea what Rex truly is. He was only certain that he was much more than a puppet - A thing much darker and evil to the core. How he fit into Rex's plan, he had no idea.

He had no idea what Rex's plan truly was, until he fell asleep that night.

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