Slappy's Origin

Chapter 12 *death, mention of bodies, bringing to life*

               -flashback to 1800's-

Cold and windy were the only words to describe this night. The sorcerer was about to make a groundbreaking discovery. He was getting everything ready. He had three coffins on the operating table. One of a vampire coffin, a serial killers coffin, and lastly but definitely not least, one of an evil emperor's. He was carving a ventriloquist dummy out of these coffins. The arms was made from the vampire coffin. The legs were made of the serial killers coffin. Lastly his head and chest were made from the evil emperors coffin. The dummy was having final touches. He had dark black hair with blue eyes. Wearing a light gray suit with a red bow tie. Along with an evil plastered red grin. The sorcerer placed his hands onto the dummy and read from a spell book.

"Karru marri odona loma molonu karrano!"

He bellowed as the candles went out. Everything was silent. The sorcerer thought it was a dud.

"Another failure..I could've conquered the world."

He says with disappointment in his voice. However a little high shrill giggle could be heard from a distance. He jerked his head to the direction.

"Hello? Who's there?"

The sorcerer got really terrified. He felt an eerie presence.

"I did not ask for there to be an evil spirit.."

He muttered and finally a candle lit up. Showing Slappy's face.

"Ahhh!! How- did it work..?"

The sorcerer asked looking at him. Slappy looked around taking in the new surroundings.

"Where am I."

Slappy asks in an annoyed tone.

"You are my protector Slappy. After I pass. You are to take over the world as my new emperor. Slay or punish anyone who gets in the way of your ruling. Watch as the blood drains from their body. Is that understood?"

The sorcerer asks. Slappy furrowed his eyebrows in sadness.

"These.. spirits. They're not me. I am still me but these others. They aren't me. I don't want this. I want to just be me. I don't want to be alive. Please.. I'm not meant to be alive with these evil people."

Slappy says in a gentle high shrill tone.

"Yeah well too bad. I'm your master and you are my slave. You're my protector. You're also immortal since there's some vampire in you. You'll do whatever I say, when I say."

The sorcerer says with a grin. Slappy hung his head low in defeat and walked away.

                          -Timeskip to 1840-

Slappy was helping take out some people from a mob. His usual duties to help out his creator. People of the town found out about the sorcerers creations. Slappy was ultimately powerful. He could take out people with a snap of his wrist. However Slappy had a rather evil plan. Just as the people's bodies were laying there, the sorcerer got a shovel to bury the bodies.

"Come on slave. Help me bury these losers. You did good today."

The sorcerer says as he digs a deep hole. But Slappy was digging a bigger hole. Nightfall had arrived. Rain was pouring. Lightening was striking and thunder was roaring throughout the field.

"We going to dig a hole, kill a mob and probably put a beat in it! Talk about it for about three minutes!"

Slappy says slowly losing his sanity from his 'father'. The sorcerer starts to suspect a dark turn.

"Hey!! That's pretty deep isn't it?! Wait a minute, you don't really think for a second you're putting ME IN THIS?!"

The sorcerer asks threateningly. But also terrified. Slappy chuckled.

"No of course not master, just a little deeper and we can go inside and we can stop digging!"

Slappy's brows furrowed even further. The moonlight on his eyes were very ominous.

"Whew! You had me scared for a minute. I thought we were digging my grave."

The sorcerer joked with Slappy. However Slappy took the shovel and hit the sorcerer over the head. Knocking him out cold. Slappy gripped his shirt and got all up in his face coldly.

"We did.. what you don't like being afraid?! Here's a dose of your own medicine, for playing with life. What you don't like how it tastes? You told me don't burry my issues but I'll be honest man I'm feeling great!"

Slappy laughed evilly and kicked the sorcerers head and face in. Leaving it a bloody mess. For once Slappy felt free from his creator.

"Things are going to change around here."

Slappy says burying his father. With a smug look on his face.