Chapter 11

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"Sorry, that dolls been discontinued." The woman said. I'd asked her if they had the Prince doll in stock. That's not the problem. The problem was that that was the 4th store I tried. Either what Roc said was true, and people were complaining, or he's the favorite.

"Thanks." I replied, and walked out if the store. Greeted with a 'hi'.

"Hey."

"You looking for a Prince doll huh?" He asked.

"Yea. Who are you?"

"I'm Prince. But I go by "Tori" when I'm alive."

"When you're alive? I thought it was only love that brings y'all to life."

He laughed. "Please. Nobody loves me. My doll has defects, and almost every factory problem there is."

"How are you here though? If nobody loves you?"

"I'm a con."

I'm getting a very weird vibe from this guy.

"What are you saying?"

"I work the other way around."

"How?"

"Ok. I'm going to lay down, you say you hate me. Then count to 30."

"Ok."

He laid down. "Say it."

"I hate you!"

I saw him shift from human, to doll form. It was creepy, yet interesting. Then I counted.

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He jumped from the ground. Without me saying anything.

"Told ya."

"So.....you work by hatred?"

"Exactly."

"You're a con artist?"

"I said my doll has problems!"

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"How about.........you come home with me." I said.

A sneaky smile crept on his face. "Sure."

END

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