You were just a tired person as you drove home from your miserable job. You were tired from your boss harassing you every day, your boyfriend draining your money over alcohol and doing god knows what, but you know you need him to survive, needing money to pay the bill for the small apartment you both share. You sit parked in an abandoned shop, and you sigh tiredly.

Could anything get any worse?

Then, you feel a sharp blade against your neck, cutting slightly into your neck. You freeze immediately, careful not to move, not to breathe too deeply.

“Drive.” the rough voice behind you commands. “1423 Hackensack Apartments is where you live, right? Don’t comply, and I’ll kill you and your stupid boyfriend. Oh wait. I did already,” the voice cackles, a high pitched, laugh and you can’t help but think this person is crazy.

“Who are you?” you manage to strain against the knife against your throat. Then the knife moves, as there's a thud as someone lands beside you, and your eyes widen when you see a Good Guy Doll, one of those famous dolls, but this one was different. Very different. A two foot tall doll with rubber skin, freckles, and wild red hair, but he was blinking. Moving. Breathing. And...holding a knife.