Who's the master again? (slappy x fem reader)

Spared

"Who are you?" He says expectantly. It took you a moment to recover from utter shock that you were talking to someone you felt like you knew for years, but was brand new to you in reality. You quickly regained yourself.
"Now hold on a minute."
"What?"
"How am I supposed to know that telling you my name won't bind me to you or something? I'm not doing that." Slappy blinked incredulously, then let out a laugh.
"You're a bit smarter than I thought, beanpole. Most humans are total dimwits. Just for that, I'll promise that you won't be under my awesome control if you tell me your name."
You smirked a bit at that. It brought you some weird comfort to know that in person he still had his witty attitude that you remembered.
"Ok... I'm ____."
"Heh. Stupid name."
"You lost that fight when you started it Slappy. If anything, you have the least ground to stand on when it comes to names, not gonna lie." That knocked him back a little bit. Nobody speaks to him like that. At least, nobody had before.
"We'll shit, she's got jokes too." He half-smirked, then snapped back. "You'd better watch yourself girly, or I'll have to unleash some unholy hell on you."
Despite you still being a bit unsettled by the whole situation, something had gripped your mind that made this all terribly funny. Maybe it was residual from how much you loved the classic Stine stories. You laughed out loud. Slappy's eyes widened.
"What's so funny? Stop laughing, you idiot!" He said.
"Oh man, I'm sorry. Just... I can't say I feel all that threatened by you, Slappy." You patted his head and he swatted your hand away.
"What?!"
"Especially when I've yet to see any of these so-called powers." At that comment, you could see something in him boiling. He suddenly zipped up to eye level, floating right in front of you. So much for having a foothold in this fight.
"It would do you good to shut up once in a while. Which I think says a lot considering we just met." Slappy said, scowling with eyes glowing green.
"Somebody ought to teach you some manners." You could feel things getting dangerous. Time for those bargaining skills to go to work.
"Wait- wait a minute!" You said.
"What now?"
"You like revenge, right?"
"What?"
"You like... revenge? Isn't there somebody else that you want to kill or torture slightly more than me?" He seemed a little taken aback by that. The glow in his eyes flickered.
"I... somebody else?"
"Yeah! Seems like there's a pattern of you either wanting revenge or just wreaking general havoc. At least, that's how it goes in the stories."
"Stories?" At this, his attention was piqued.
"Well, yeah. You came from the manuscript." You pointed over to the bound papers still on the sofa, silently thankful to take the attention off of yourself. He floated over to it, landing on the cushions.
"Manuscript... ah. So that's what's going on." He was silent for a moment. Chancing a question, you butted in on his thoughts.
"What, uh... what's going on?"
"You really are stupid huh?" You took offense to that but decided against mentioning it. "If I came from that... book, then that means I've been brought to Papa's world... again."
"Again?" Slappy groaned and turned to you.
"Am I gonna have to tell you my whole damn life story?" He said. You stared at him, not sure what to answer.
"Ugh. Fine. I'll give you the rundown."
You awkwardly sat on the other side of the sofa to listen, curious now to see where this would go.
He gave you a brief explanation of the time that he was apparently summoned like this once before. He had tried to raise an army, to use them to cause mayhem across the world like he had always wanted to, and to bring revenge to R. L. Stine after he realized he didn't want the same. Inevitably this plan failed, and he was sent back into the book.
"So now, as you can imagine, my old Papa is kinda on my blacklist." He finished. You sat back.
"Damn." You said, taking everything in. But then Slappy started to laugh. That classic, maniacal laugh you never thought you'd hear in real life
"What?"
"Oh, just thinking about all the ways I'm gonna get back at him now that I'm free. He'll never catch us coming."
"Um, us?" You asked. He turned to you.
"Oh yes. Now that you've brought me here and back to life, you are hereby my slave."
"What?! But I thought you said-"
"I said that telling me your name wouldn't put you under my power, not reading my card."
You were about to retort, but technically he was right. Still, you didn't feel very good about this whole slave thing.
But at least you weren't dead. That was a plus.
"So yes, us," he continued, "You will assist me in exacting revenge on my dearest Papa." Your heart sunk when a thought came to you. Were you gonna have to kill one of your childhood icons? Jeez. This night was not turning out how you had expected at all.
Well, if you couldn't get out of this, you weren't just gonna follow every whim with a smile.
"Somebody's got daddy issues..." you muttered.
"What was that?" Slappy said.
"I said you've got serious daddy issues." That got him mad. He was up in your face again, a little more than too close.
"And you've got a lot of nerve, slave! Did you already forget that I could kill you whenever I want?" Shit.
"Relax man, I never said I wouldn't help you. I'm just saying, I feel like there are better ways to process your weird emotions than a violent revenge." Maybe you could de-escalate this.
He scoffed once again, backing off a little bit but still keeping his anger.
"For your information, there's a lot more to it than that. You're lucky I've been locked up so long, so I feel like letting you in on the whole mess."
Out of all the unexpected things to happen in the night, Slappy the Dummy opening up about his personal issues was the top of the list. Still, you didn't want to risk breaking the peace in all of this chaos, so you listened to what he had to say.