72 hours later I hear a knocking at my door.

Three days after placing the order for my Jinx robot I was sitting at home, enjoy a warm cup of hot chocolate by the fireplace when I heard a soft wrapping on my front door.

“This had better be her,” I thought to myself as I walked over and slowly opened the door, “it feels like I’ve been waiting for her to arrive for weeks.”

Unlike the previous dozen or so times I thought it was her and it turned to be a neighbor or solicitor, as I looked at the long stalks of pink hair protruding from the doubled over body on my doorstep I knew it couldn’t be anyone but Jinx.

“Please,” Jinx managed to whisper as her teeth chattered feverishly, “don’t just close the door on me.”

“Alright, fine. What is it you want? I know who you are and you’re a criminal so you’d better hurry up or I’m going to call the police.” I said, knowing full well I wouldn’t but I figured it sounded realistic.

“Please don’t.” Jinx said in a very pleading, **** tone as she lifted her head up to look at me. Now that I finally got to see more then her hair and her back I was quite impressed by the quality of production. She looked exactly like the character, except of course for the large rips and tatters in her costume.

“Alright, I won’t call them… for now. What do you want?” I asked, still trying to sound like I had just found a wanted criminal on my doorstep.

“Your help, your sympathy,” Jinx whimpered as she dropped her face down onto my socks and began to cry, “anything you can give me. I’m so scared. It’s been a blizzard out here nonstop for days and I’m so cold. I can barely feel any part of my body and I haven’t slept or eaten anything in nearly a week.”

“So, you’re a criminal! Why don’t you just brake into a house and steal some food or hide out or something. Why should I take pity on you?” It was so hard to say this to her since I really just wanted to drag her inside and have some fun with my new toy but I had arranged for her to be **** and beg me for shelter. Besides, the blizzard was clearly all in her mind, or more precisely, her input filter. It may have been cold the last few days but not that cold and there hadn’t been any snow.

“I tried, oh how I’ve tried but I can’t anymore. I think my bad luck has turned against me! Every time I break into a house the police are there before I can warm up or get any food.”

“Why don’t you just go hide out with your cohorts in crime?”

“I can’t. They think I stole something important from them even though I didn’t but they won’t listen to me. Now I can’t go anywhere near any of my old hideouts for fear of being ambushed. Please, I have no where else to go and no one to turn to. I don’t even think I have the strength left to make it to another house and if I stay out here much longer I’ll freeze to ****. I’m begging you to take pity on me.”