A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Knees remained pressed to her chest, and her head rested on her knees. She had her eyes closed, and she couldn't fall asleep; she couldn't even change into some pajamas. Frankly, she was too freaked out to do much of anything but let her mind wander. Every time she had seen the mannequin, she went over, and she now knew that the mannequin really had been moving about all of those times. It simply had used Anita's disbelief against her, so why should she trust a note it wrote? Why should she trust anything that it had written?

Her mind proceeded to remind her of a few more instances with the mannequin, and her expression of horror only became more so. She had cleaned the mannequin and changed it. Not only that but that incident with the bath had been real too. That hadn't been her skin itching. Its hands had been on her. (F/n) clutched her towel closer to her. Just what else had it done and seen while she had been unaware or asleep for that matter?

When she opened her eyes again, she saw another note. It was by her feet. Hesitantly, she reached over and grabbed it. Also, don't use that rectangular device. I know that it's in there with you. Was it referring to her laptop? She didn't know of another rectangular device in her closet, but why didn't it call it a laptop? Did it not know what it was? And if so, what did that mean? Just how long had that mannequin been sealed away in that room down there?

Such questions allowed her mind to drift away from more negative thoughts. It helped her to focus on a solution to her problem rather than the terrifying circumstance at hand. Slowly, she got up to her feet and wiped away any remaining tears. She changed into some new undergarments, and her grey pajama pants and top. Perhaps what she was about to do was foolish, but if she knew more about what she was dealing with, she could use that against it.

Taking in a deep breath and exhaling, she unlocked her closet door. Swiftly, she threw it open and readied a fist in case it tried something. Her fist against hard plastic and metal probably wouldn't end well for her, but it might at least knock the thing over. However, the mannequin wasn't there. Had it left while she had been lost in questions about the note?

Steadily, she lowered her arm and stepped out. Her room door was open. That was when she saw its form out of the corners of her eyes. Immediately, she faced her desk. It was sitting there. Its hands were folded in front of it, and she imagined that its legs were crossed. The thing stared directly at her, never moving its head, as though it had expected her to leave the closet soon.

Motioning with its right hand, it indicated for her to sit. She didn't. "Can you talk?" Maybe, she shouldn't be talking to a possessed mannequin or encouraging it to engage further with her. In fact, she probably should race out of the house or destroy it, but she didn't know if she could achieve either. It ran fast, and she had feeling that it wouldn't just let itself be taken apart.

Head shaking, the mannequin motioned for her to sit again. "Why should ..." Her words paused as she watched it pick up her letter opener. The sides were dull, but it did have a sharp point. It began to play with the opener, and its plastic fingers clicked against the metal every now and then. "... Fine."

She climbed onto her bed but sat as far away from it as she could. Her legs were crossed, but she also was prepared to bolt in an instant if she had to. It eventually set the letter opener down and looked to her expectantly. Its lifeless eyes were terrifying when they simply stared at her since she now knew that something was controlling the object, and she wanted to know what. "Who are you? What are you?"

Writing occurred, and another note soared over to her. She caught and read it. A male mannequin. Nearly, she crumpled up the note, but she saw another line. But, you can call me Leonard or Lee for short. "Okay, Lee." A name was a good start, and she was surprised he gave it to her given his first lacking answer. At least, the mannequin was 'talking' and not coming after her. Good, she just needed to keep it, him, from attacking her permanently. Then again, she didn't exactly know how to go about that given his capabilities he had shown her already and the fact that she didn't really have anyone she could talk to about this.

Again, there was Anita, but she didn't know how to talk to her friend without the mannequin, or Lee, finding out. "How long were you down there for?" A note soon landed in front of her. Don't know. What year is it? "2015." He sat up straight and looked down to the desk, and she assumed that he was deep in thought, but he didn't write another response to answer her question.

Finally, he had a year. That long? D*mn. No wonder there were strange devices around, and he wondered if he even still was alive. He'd be in eighties. H*ll if he wasn't the way he was, he'd be in his eighties too. Part of him was tempted to ask her if she could find him for him. See if he even was breathing still. Unfortunately, there was a likelihood that he had passed away peacefully. If that was the case ... Well, he supposed that he'd just continue with what he was doing. Not like he could leave the house anyway.

"... So a long time?" she asked, hoping that she didn't anger him with another question. Slowly, his gaze moved over to her. He didn't nod or shake his head. If he told her how long, she'd be able to use his lack of knowledge against him. Already, she probably had somewhat of clue given his note about that rectangular device of hers. And if he gave her that man's name, she'd be able to find out how long he had been down in the storage area.

Instead of giving her an answer, she nearly hopped off of the bed when he stood up abruptly. He could have her tell him the code to her rectangular device since he could use the buttons on there. For her phone, she'd have to type in the information, which he didn't want. Still, he didn't know if she'd somehow be able to find out what information he had written in since he didn't understand how those rectangular devices really worked anyway. Not to mention that he didn't know how to use it either. Sure, he could figure it out, but she might find out what he was doing unless she was asleep. With that in mind, it might be good for him to know the code at least. Then, he could go from there and see how things progress.

After writing another note, he walked over to the bed. Her hands clenched around her sheets and comforter. She moved a foot to the ground, but he didn't come any closer. He set the pen and paper on the bed. Code for that rectangular device. (F/n) didn't want to give him access to that, but she didn't think he'd give her a pleasant alternative if she refused. "You mean my laptop?" Lee nodded even though he didn't really know name, but he just assumed they were referring to the same thing.

"And if I say no?" She had a feeling of what he might do, but she wanted to try and see if she could avoid giving him the code. Of course, she didn't hear his chuckles. (F/n) was testing him; he knew that. Adorable, but he could read her easily.

With no warning, he reached forward rapidly. His right hand caught the front of her shirt and pulled her closer. A scream left her, and his other hand covered her mouth soon after. He tilted his head and met her gaze as if asking if she wanted to repeat herself. She mumbled against his hand, and he removed it. Terror lived in her eyes, and he could see that she was trying not to shake. "You'll kill me? Harm me?" His shoulders shrugged while his hand let go of her shirt.

About to take a quiet breath, she found it stuck in her throat when his hand latched around her throat. He didn't apply pressure, but she could feel his fingers tap lightly against her skin. "... Okay, fine." Lee didn't remove his hand, so she picked up the pen and began to write down her password. His eyes watched her hand movements and read busy60all40.

Taking the paper, he pocketed it and let go of her throat. He stood up straight before he collected the notes around her room. Once finished, he pocketed those too. Her eyes followed his every movement, and she wished that he had answered her questions better. Before he left the room, he peered over his left shoulder and locked his gaze with her. She didn't know what to make of the gesture other than that it was another warning.

Slightly, she nodded her head and watched her door close. Thoughts stormed her mind as her hands went up to her throat. He could've just killed her. Thankfully, he hadn't, but she no doubt she had to be careful around him. A chill traveled up her spine at the thought of him actually choking her, and another followed when she recalled again how he had been there during that bath of hers. At least with the water tinted, he hadn't been able to see anything ... hopefully. She had no idea how his vision worked, but she hoped that it was like a human's.

From that thought, her mind remembered that he wanted new clothes, but she had no intention of changing him. If he wanted them, he'd have to change into them himself unless Anita had her do that task while she wasn't away. Then, that'd be tricky. A rough, worried sigh left past her lips before she got up and locked her door. Though, she recalled that he had been in her room even when she had locked her door. Could he pick locks?

Not liking that thought, she went over to her desk and picked up the chair. She put it under the doorknob. Hopefully, Anita didn't try to come in, though; she wouldn't lock pick her door, so she should be fine and be able to avoid questions on the subject of having a chair by her door. Now, she wondered if she'd be able to get any sleep and if she wanted to for that matter.