Goosebumps: Double-Trouble (Snappy x Reader) {COMPLETE}

Chapter 1

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Mahar is a puppet maker, and he worked with the magician Kanduu. But Kanduu used magic to bring Mahar's dummy, Mr. Wood, to life. Mahar runs away, and lives a life of his own, creating dummies. A group of townsfolk come in and take his dummy off of his desk and burn it.Mahar then goes to his backroom and talks to his "real" dummies, Slappy and Snappy. Then, they all laugh at the townsfolk who thought the doll they burned was really causing all the trouble on the farm.

Luke's point of view: 

Hey, guys, I'm Luke Harrison. I'm the redheaded kid poking around in the tool chest in the garage, trying to figure out what a Phillips screwdriver looks like. Yes, I'm twelve, and I probably should know more about tools by now. But I'm not the mechanical type. I mean, the most complicated thing I ever built was a snowman!

That's a joke. Actually, I've never built anything in my life—until we decided to build this drone for a school contest. "Hurry up, Luke. I can't hold this forever." That's my sister, Kelly, across the garage. She's holding two pieces of the frame together. Kelly isn't much help, either. Well... she's good at holding things. And she's good at telling us what we're doing wrong. So I guess that's helpful. Luckily, our friend Jamal is a mechanical genius. No. Seriously. He's a genius at this stuff. He was one of those kids who built an entire city as big as his living room out of LEGOS when he was still in diapers.

Jamal bought the "Make-Your-Own-Drone" kit we're using. And when he spread all the pieces out in our garage, he didn't like the instructions. So he threw them out. He said he could do it better, and we believed him. The drone is going to be pretty big. Bigger than our power mower. And yes, it's going to fly. Dad bought a tall propane tank to fuel it up once it's built. And I know it will be built as soon as I find the Phillips screwdriver. I rattled the stuff around in the tool chest, searching for it. 

"It's the one with the yellow handle," Jamal called. "Right on top." He could spot it from across the garage. I told you he's a genius. I brought him the screwdriver. Kelly held the two pieces of aluminum together and Jamal fastened them, working the screwdriver easily, and tightening it until he couldn't turn it anymore. "What's this piece?" I asked. I held up a narrow strip of aluminum. I waved it in Jamal's face. "This would make an awesome sword."...."That's one of the propellers," Jamal said. "We're not ready for that." "Give Jamal some space," Kelly said, waving me away. Kelly is two years younger than me, but she's very bossy. She's always telling me to back off and let Jamal work. 

She's the baby in the family, and she's cute and blond with dimples in her cheeks. So she thinks she's something special. I don't mean to sound harsh. Kelly and I get along really well. Especially if I do whatever she says. "Here's what has to happen," Jamal said. "We do it in the right order. First the frame. Then the propellers. Then the motors." I set the propeller piece down beside the others. I turned and studied the motors that were lined up against the wall. The drone had four motors. We had special batteries for the motors. And then a small propane tank for the back of the frame. I guess for liftoff.