Both Megan and I sat looking at the small box that was on the table contemplating on whether we were going to take the risk in opening the box or not. She told me all about Pixies on our way back to the apartment and the stories I've heard were both fun and horrifying. We weren't sure what kind of pixie we were given, the sweet and joyful one or the one who would rather play horrible tricks. The one Doc gave us was meant to be killed for the problems it cause but somewhere a long the lines someone felt sorry for it and instead locked it away in this box. The only issue is we didn't know how to open the box.
"How do we get it open?" I asked as Megan started to eat a bag of chips. She was as puzzled as I was, "What did Doc mean about it might take to me? I mean I'm nothing and
