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// Mere Details 
// Story: Undisclosed Desire 
// by Dark Enigma 
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 	What now? Not only can she kill Zack, she has killed others before. Zack is now sure the wishes aren't worth it.

"You can't get rid of Trixie," she says.

"What?"

"The only way you can be rid of Trixie is to use up all three wishes, then give Trixie's urn to someone else."

How did she know what Zack was thinking? "Um, can't I just wish you away."

Trixie smirks at Zack as if she has Zack's wish all planned out already. "If that is what you wish for, then just say the word."

"Um." What does she see that Zack doesn't? She probably already had some master wish her away. And maybe that's one of her masters she killed. There's no way out of this. Zack has to make waste all of his wishes so Trixie can leave him alone or... he can get rid of the urn, place it somewhere he can just forget about it and Trixie.

"You don't have to rub the urn so Trixie can get out. Once you rubbed it the first time, you and Trixie are now tied together. Trixie can leave her urn whenever she wants, as long as it means being with her master."

"How are you reading my mind?"

"It's simple. You are not that smart. There isn't enough thoughts in your head to block Trixie's own mind from entering yours. But don't feel bad about it, no human has enough thoughts in their head to outsmart the Great and Powerful Trixie."

"Can't I wish for you to be unable to read my mind?"

Trixie's brow furrows. Her horn glows and a magical aura surrounds Zack. It encases him and throws him flat against the wall. At Trixie's whim, Zack flies all around the room, hitting everything. Finally Trixie lays him on the floor gasping for air. She walks up to him and whispers in his ear. "Trixie told you the rules. You can have anything you want, so hurry up, make a wish so Trixie can destroy you and move on to the next victim."

Zack coughs, his injuries yell at him again. Tears swell up behind his eyes. "I wish I had a friend."

Trixie stands back, slightly surprised at the wish. Her face softens a bit, but still hold on to the anger she has for Zack. "Very well." Her horn shines brightly, illuminating the room in a deep blue glow. It dies out and the room is cast in darkness again. "There, Trixie will now be slightly less harsh on you."

Zack groans and gets up on all fours. "Wait," he says as he crawls back to the couch, "you made yourself my friend?"

"Don't get used to it. I can still hurt a friend..." Trixie looks away as if she remembers a distant thought that was previously lost among her experiences. She doesn't say her name this time either...