There was only so much running around that she could do, even if she paced herself, in a small and isolated chamber such as this. There was enough room for them to move around freely, but nowhere to go where none could see each other. She was ever in their sight and so were they in hers, but the most terrifying sight of all was the oversight of the one Baby Evil on each of the monitors. Watching. Waiting.

In a certain fit of mad terror and rage the woman desperately cried out "YOU HAVE TO LISTEN!! HE'S JUST MIND RAPING YOU SO THAT YOU'LL DO WHAT HE SAYS!! DON'T LISTEN!!" She tried to reason with them as best as she could, but it seemed like none of them could understand her nor had any intention of attempting at all. They were already convinced of something else and nine times out of time, the first conviction is simply the one that sticks to those who hear and understand it first making it so easy to fool certain people as long as you get to them before anyone else does; this is especially so with those who lie and cheat -- first come, first serve, whether it is true or false, they believe you first.

III. "Envy For My Possessions And Successful Achievements."

The Dolls understood that by how the woman was speaking to them in terms of how they were possessions and not actually stating reasonable nor logical facts with sound, sturdy supporting evidence, as opposed to their new dictator which spake out to them with clear command and direct clarity based on the immediate situation at hand -- initial registry, which is what they needed; audio and visual to repair their sensitive frayed wires mentally and emotionally. They were still like children, but what they absorbed that was good for them still ended up sticking like an adhesive in their minds and causing it to be molded into a different shape and attach to different information whilst totally rejecting other information as they were being remodeled from the inside out. They were still malleable, yet they wee also becoming more secure more rapidly because of the direct instruction of Baby Evil. They could see that this woman was more and more becoming the odd one out (as she already had been) and so was she. There was nothing that she could do except hold out long enough for someone to open the door and hope she didn't get tired and die or that the mob became more intelligent and found a way to trap her. From what she endured in the Traphouse and the Madhouse, it was only a matter of time before Baby Evil, itself, did so, however.

She couldn't sit there and go in circles for ever. The only feasible method was to somehow be more logically coaxing than Baby Evil, itself, dictating to them from the variable screens in the room and reprogramming them. Maybe she could slip something in that would help snap them out of it. "... He's just using you to get to me! He doesn't care about you at all!" She tried to desperately plead with them further, hoping there was something she could say that sounded convincing enough for them to stop. "Look at how he treats you! What has he ever done for you?" She figured that playing the empathy or sympathy card here would do her well in order to cater to their emotions at all and perhaps cause them to give into her a little by being as emotionally submissive to them as possible and also stirring up their own feelings so that they would feel for her in her own emotional submission. Then she could take control over them and save her own life.

IV. "Tries To Extend My Thoughts And Feelings Or Disorient Them Via Insertion At Times That Seem Like My Own To Cover Self And Use My Thoughts As A Veil."

To the Dolls that were not the Decoy, the words of Baby Evil made sense by how the Decoy woman continued her desperate attempts without having any type of logical foundation. It seemed like the more she responded, the more Baby Evil built off of what she was saying and she could only pick out pieces of what he was doing and use them in the moment in a manner that was more feeble and required more explanation in order to get them to understand. From what was spoken, the woman had indeed tried to extend the thoughts of Baby Evil and its feelings without knowing nor understanding them and disorient the ones that were already under his command. There was nothing else to the logic beyond that for them, for they were a more simple and straight forward lot.

Now, the woman knew from her experiences that Baby Evil was more intelligent than this -- far more intelligent than she and -definitely- more intelligent than the nearly mindless and easily stimulated Dolls of this portion of the Dollhouse. He was just toying with her again, it seemed, but... she knew there was no reason for this to be so. "What kind of sick and twisted game are you playing, you monster?" She knew that Baby Evil could end her at any time and also could orchestrate something elaborate for her, just as he'd done to lead her through both the Traphouse and the Madhouse without killing her and also mixing her up inside of its own doors and rooms and halls, so she was well aware that he could do something more intricate than just have these Dolls run around in circles. "You having your last little laugh before you do away with me, you scum?" She nearly spat at the sentiment, but needed to keep her breath to avoid being captured and mangled. "Just finish me off, then, if you're so smart and so powerful! Go ahead!" The Decoy was a headstrong and impetuous type of woman, which is how she even got into the scenario she was into in the first place being locked and trapped in the Traphouse initially before getting here. "Do your worst, then!"

Soon enough the dolls that were roaming around the room trying to corner the woman under the command of Baby Evil would finally be approached by the corresponding authorities of this Rehabilitation Room and lead to a confrontation. Storming the room, the overseers of the Rehabilitation Room saw that not only were their programs no longer screening properly but the Dolls in the room were now acting mad as they were when they were ready to go into the Madhouse. This was a major threat to the safety of themselves and the rest of the Dollhouse.

"Red Alert," they said to each other just once before the steel door shut behind them and locked with a decisive click, trapping them inside of the Rehabilitation Room. They had communication devices for and with each other, yet their signals were jammed the moment the door shut and Baby Evil had control over their reception. "Now, Time For A Mutiny!!!!" The simple golems were still dedicated to the command of Baby Evil so they did as it screeched to them once they were sealed in. Their numbers were not greater than those that were already inside but they also had the ability to overpower the rogue Dolls (of which were deemed Demented Dolls at this point) because they were more mentally capable and strategically sound...

That is, until the sides of the room opened up and revealed some rather familiar looking 'Doors' on every side save for the one that served as the entrance and exit. "I've Got Friends In High Places! Except They Come From Below The Grave! HEEHEEHEEHEE!" The doors swung open viciously to reveal corridors of pure darkness, the eyes of the maddened Dolls which were locked up deep down in the bowels of the Madhouse finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel -- they were totally brainwashed by Baby Evil and harboring blank, pale, but feral expressions on their faces, especially in their eyes. They were ready to kill or be killed.

In a short time, the numbers would build up around the room and those that were experts inside would be sandwiched from behind by the malignant viperous Dolls which had been sealed in the darkness and made both mad and blind going through Baby Evil's intricate rooms and setups that drained the light of their minds and spirits to make them more obedient and subservient, yet also sensitive and neurotic enough to be malicious to whatever should so stir their emotions or touch their fragile minds.

The noises heard within were muffled and blocked out by the padded walls and the bolted door of metal, blood staining the window and blotting out visibility from the outside in and containing the sounds so that no one could hear the screams... As by design.

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