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

Chapter 9

I growled and threw Slappy over my shoulder, I loaded him into dad's truck, Dad put Snappy down. I put Slappy across from him.  

Third person point of view:

Later that afternoon, Kelly, Jamal, and Luke were in the garage, working on the drone project. The propellers were harder to connect than anyone thought. Jamal thought we had the wrong bolts. "But they're the bolts that came with the kit," Luke argued. He scrunched up his face. "That doesn't mean they're the right bolts." Kelly sighed. "Dad has probably started filming now. I can't believe we're not there."...."I can't believe it, either," Jamal said, shaking his head. "My one chance to be in a movie." He let the propeller in his hand drop to the garage floor. "Know what else I don't believe?"...

Luke turned to him. "You don't believe in the Tooth Fairy?"..."Remind me to laugh," he said. "I don't believe your father doesn't believe us. Does he really think we are total liars?"..."Yes, he does," Luke said. "Would you believe us? The whole dummy thing is too crazy to believe."... "I wouldn't believe it, either," Kelly said. "And we weren't able to prove it to Dad. We failed every time we thought we had proof."... Jamal shook his head again. His dark hair flopped over his forehead. "But... it isn't right. Doesn't he trust you two at all?"... "Jamal, you have to understand one thing," Luke said. "Dad is in the movie business. People tell him wild stories all the time."

"But... we were trying to help him," Jamal said. "Those dummies want to hurt him. They want to ruin his movie."..."You know it, and I know it," Luke replied. (Y/n) turns the corner "But Dad doesn't know it." (Y/n) states..."Dad won't listen to us no matter what," Kelly said. She picked up the steel propeller and pushed it into Jamal's hands. "Come on. We want to finish this thing and fly it, don't we?"...

(Y/n)'s Point of view:

Jamal bent down and grabbed a handful of the long metal bolts from the floor. "You two hold the propeller in place. Let me see ..." Kelly and Luke raised the propeller over the frame. I held the drone up for them. Jamal dropped a bolt into one of the holes in the steel. Then he lowered the propeller onto the frame. "Hmm... Maybe..." he muttered.

Then he stopped. And his eyes bulged in surprise. "Hey " Jamal cried. "Whoa. I mean-whoa." I turned toward the back of the garage. I tried to follow his gaze. "I don't see anything," Luke stammered. "That's the point," Jamal said, still wide-eyed. "I don't see anything, either."..."What do you mean?" Kelly demanded. "The propane tank," Jamal said. "Where is it? It's gone." ...."Ohhh." A moan escaped my throat. I stared at the spot near the wall where the big tank had stood. Then my eyes quickly swept the whole garage. 

"Yes. Gone," I murmured. Kelly grabbed my arm. "You don't think-?"... "The dummies," Luke said. "Is it possible? The dummies were being taken to the studio in a large van. Do you think they took the propane tank along with them?" I ask. A shudder ran down my whole body. "They're going to blow up your dad's studio," Jamal said. "Don't you see? People could get killed! We have to do something!" Luke grabbed his phone. "I'll text Dad. I'll warn him." Kelly frowned at him. "Like he'll believe you?"...

 "I'll call him and explain," Luke said. "He'll probably laugh," Jamal said. "Or he'll get even angrier at us," Kelly says. "Dad doesn't believe the dummies are alive, Luke. So he won't believe anything we say about them taking the propane tank. He'll think we put it in the van." I state. "He's got to believe," Jamal said. "We have to make him believe." I tried to swallow but my mouth was as dry as cotton. "Dad could be killed," I said, my voice cracking on the words. "A lot of people could be killed. I have no choice. I have to try to reach him." Luke says.