We all know Slappy the dummy from Goosebumps. But Slappy has a twin, named Snappy with green eyes. (Y/n) is 18 and goes to visits her younger brother, Luke Harrison, who's dad makes horror movies. It is a lot of fun being around such scary stuff-esp...
My knees started to fold. I grabbed the top of the case to hold myself up. The hard fingers dug into my shoulder. I spun around and stared at the grinning dummy, his brown eyes alive with excitement. His wooden hand held its grip on me, squeezing so tightly, I wanted to scream. "Enough playtime, kiddies!" he rasped in his tinny, hoarse voice. "Let's make a REAL horror film!" He tossed back his head and laughed his cold, ugly laugh. I tugged free and staggered back to the wall. I tried to rub the pain from my throbbing shoulder. "Slappy" I choked out. I saw Snappy, his twin, standing against the wall.
"Slappy, play nice," he scolded. "Why can't you ever get along with others?" Snappy asks, Slappy spun on his brother. "Shut your wooden mouth. I'll bust your head like a woodpecker!" Slappy threatens. Snappy shook his head sadly, but didn't reply. "You touch him, and I will throw you across the attic again." I threaten, this shocked both of the twins. Slappy lurched forward and punched my jaw hard. I fell back, Kelly and Luke screamed, Snappy looked down at me, he had some form of regret. "Stay out of my way" Slappy spats, he then swiped the little camera from Luke's hand. He turned it on Kelly, Luke, and me.
"Okay scream. Let's hear you scream! Give it all you've got!" Slappy roared. Kelly and Luke couldn't help it. They screamed. I hoped their cries might wake up Dad. I groaned in pain on the floor. "Why are you doing this?" Kelly yelled at Slappy. "Why?" He ignored her question. He just tossed back his head and laughed again. Then he shoved the camera into Kelly's hands. I lay on the floor still. "Okay. Get a good close-up of ME now. Get a good profile shot. Be sure to get my BETTER SIDE! Hahahaha!" Kelly's hands shook as she pointed the camera at him. "Know my better side?" Slappy rasped. "The OUTside! Hahaha!" Slappy beamed. "Is that a joke?" Snappy asked. "YOU'RE a joke!" Slappy cried.
He swung back to Kelly. "Keep filming. Keep filming. Know what I've decided to call this movie? The Girl in the Glass Coffin. Catchy, huh?" Without warning, he rushed forward, stretched out his arms-and grabbed me around the waist. I gasp. Tightening his wooden hands around me, he hoisted me off the floor. He had such incredible strength, it was like he was raising a feather. "Let GO!" I screamed. "Put me down!" I thrashed my arms wildly and swung my legs hard, trying to kick him.
"Snappy, get over here. Don't stand there like a dummy. Grab her legs. Help me. Grab her legs!" Snappy sighed and shook his head. But then he strode up to me, grabbed my legs, and held them tightly together. "Let. me. GO!" I screamed. "What are you doing? Let GO of me!" I squirmed and twisted, but they were too strong. I felt so helpless and so submissive. They carried me across the floor to the open display case. "Are you filming this?" Slappy shouted to Kelly. Luke froze in horror.
"This is AWESOME! What a killer scene! Don't miss this!" Slappy yelled, tugging me. "Be gentle, Slappy," his twin scolded. "You don't want to hurt her." Snappy says. "I'll hurt YOU if you spoil this dynamite scene!" Slappy cried. The two dummies held me high over the big glass case, then lowered me into it. "No! No stop!" I cried. But before I could climb out, they lowered the lid over my head.
"You can't do this! Let me out now!" I screamed, pounding on the glass wall. Slappy fiddled with the lock. I heard it click. Then he tossed the key away. "Let me OUT!" I screamed. I pounded on the glass with both fists. I could feel my face turning red. I tried to swallow, but couldn't. It felt as if my heart had jumped into my throat. Through the glass, I saw Kelly and Luke frozen with the little video camera still raised. "I love it! Let's see some real terror now, (Y/n)!" Slappy cried.
"Bang on the glass. That's good. Lots of feeling. Okay. Scream, Kelly. Let's hear it. Sell it! I smell an Academy Award performance! Keep beating the glass, (Y/n). You're red in the face now. Excellent. I'm loving it. Love that panic. Keep screaming. Keep pounding. Keep up the panic, everybody! Hahahahaha!" Slappy beams. Gasping for air, I stopped beating my fists against the glass wall. I held my breath and tried to force my heart to stop beating so hard and fast against my chest.
Sweat poured down my face. I hunched on my knees, the lid just an inch or two above my head. The air quickly became hot in the glass case. Despite the heat, I felt cold chills at the back of my neck. Through the glass, I saw Kelly finally lower the little camera. Her eyes were wide with fright. She gazed at me, then turned back to Slappy. "Let her out! Why are you doing this?" she demanded in a trembling voice.
"Because I can do whatever I want!" the dummy replied. "Did you forget? I'm Slappy!" Slappy says. "Don't brag," Snappy said softly. "It isn't nice to brag." Snappy says, Slappy gave his twin a two-handed push. Snappy stumbled back. "I'll try to be more polite, Snappy," he said. "Is there a polite way to tell you to shut your wooden trap?" Slappy asks. "That hurts my feelings," Snappy replied. Slappy tilted his head back and laughed. Then he turned back to Kelly and Luke.
"Your father likes horror movies. We'll see how he likes THIS one!" Slappy yells. "You have to let my sister out of there!" Luke declared. Slappy shook his head. "The only thing I have to do is destroy your father. First, Snappy and I are going to frighten him. Then we're going to ruin his film. Then we're going to ruin his LIFE!" Slappy beams. "You... you... can't do that. You can't hurt my dad," Kelly stammered. "Oh, yes I can." Slappy cackled. "He thinks he's going to sell us to two different collectors. He thinks he's going to split us up. I'm afraid Mr. Harrison, the big movie director, will have to pay for that idea!" Slappy yells. "But... you and Snappy don't even like each other!" Kelly cried. "Mainly, I don't like YOU!" Slappy growled.
I pressed my face against the glass wall of the display case. "Kelly, run downstairs!" I called. "Get Dad! Hurry!" But she didn't hear me. Instead of trying to get to the attic stairs, Kelly lurched at Slappy. She wrapped her hands around his head and tried to slam him to the floor. But he was too strong for her. He ducked low and pulled his head free. Then he shot forward and gave her a hard head butt. I could hear the craaaack of the collision... through the glass. Kelly groaned and sank to the floor on her knees. Slappy came at her and swung his shoe hard in a vicious kick. She dodged to the right, and his foot sailed over her shoulder. With another loud groan, she grabbed his leg, pulled it with all her strength and the dummy clattered to the floor.
Snappy stood frozen, watching the fight, half-hidden behind a tall display case. I silently urged Kelly to get up. Get up and run downstairs. And to my surprise, she did it. Luke helped her up and they ran. Slappy's legs had tangled. He twisted his body, struggling to climb to his feet. Kelly jumped over him and took off for the stairs. "Come back!" Slappy called after her. "The scene isn't over. The horror is just beginning! Hahaha!" Slappy yells.
Kelly and Luke vanished down the stairs. I hunched on my hands and knees. And waited. Waited for them to bring Dad. The air was growing thin inside the case. My breath had steamed one side of the glass. I was drenched in a cold sweat. The two dummies turned towards me. "How's it feel to be in a glass case?" Slappy asks. He then laughs. "We should let her out." Snappy states, Slappy pushes his twin. Snappy flies back and hits the wall.
I growled and punched the glass case, it cracked, but only slightly, my knuckles were bleeding now. Slappy smirks. "Apparently, you don't like it when I bully Snappy huh? Well, too bad!" Slappy laughs. Snappy has a pink tint on his cheeks. Was he blushing? Hurry, Dad. Please hurry, I thought. It's getting hard to breathe in here. Please hurry. Finally, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
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Kelly and Luke came bursting into the attic. Dad followed, moving slowly, still half-asleep, fiddling with the belt on his bathrobe. He took a few steps. Then he stopped, and his eyes bulged when he saw me in the glass case. "Look!" Luke yelled. "Dad, now do you believe us?" Kelly cried.
