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My Knuckles the Echidna Doll

I was twelve, so it was a year ago. On Christmas two years ago, my dad bought me a Sonic the Hedgehog plush, a Tails the Fox plush, and a Knuckles the Echidna plush. I had always played with Knuckles. At times, I thought he'd talk to me. The following spring, I went to my friend's house for a sleepover. I took Knuckles with me. The doorknob to my friend's room had fallen out, but the door would still close. My friend's name is Danielle. We had locked ourselves out of the bedroom when we went to get a snack. We looked into the hole where the doorknob had been. Knuckles was sitting in the middle of the bedroom floor. Then came the creepiest thing so far. He stood up and began walking around the room. Then he sat right back where he was. We managed to get the door open. We had both seen it, both wide awake. We went to bed. The next day, we ate breakfast and played a bit before I went home. At home, I sat on my bed, holding Knuckles. I looked the doll in the eye. “What did you do last night?" I had asked.  “I was looking around the room. I was curious," was the reply I got. I set Knuckles on the bed and went downstairs. My brother was at his friend's house. When I came back upstairs, Knuckles was nowhere to be seen. I had my back to my closet door which I always leave open. Something landed on my shoulders. I jumped slightly, and reached to my back. It was Knuckles. Weird. He smirked at me. Then everything went black. I woke up a while later, Knuckles was sitting on my stomach, smiling. I jumped and locked him in the closet and got ready for school. When I got home, since I'd get home before my brother, I was a little bit scared when I saw the closet open, and knuckles sitting on the bed, my Sonadow Fanfiction I had written torn in half, one half in each of his fists. I was really scared, angered, and upset. It had taken me two months to write it. When I asked Knuckles why he had done it, he said that he wanted me to love him. I picked him up and placed a small kiss on the mouth of the doll and carried him down to dinner. Now, at thirteen, I take care of Knuckles like he's my child, and I never let him out of my sight if I can help it. I know he's planning something. Something terrible. I found the plans for invading area 51, and ripped them to shreds. I know he's going to do something terrible. I can feel it.