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

Chapter 10

(Y/n)'s Point of view:

I see Luke, Kelly, and Jamal approaching. "It was Dad, He moved the tank." Luke admits, I nod. "We were wrong about the propane tank. Maybe it was a crazy story to begin with. But we were right about the dummies. They're alive, and evil. " Jamal says. We rode home in my car, we agreed there was no way we could ever convince him of the truth. "He'll never trust us again," Kelly said, shaking her head. She had tears in her eyes. "No matter what we tell him, he'll think of the dummy story, and he won't believe us." Kelly says.

"But what if we prove to your father that the dummies are alive?" Jamal asked. I had my head propped up in my hands. I groaned. "How do we do that? We already tried like a million times, remember?" Luke states. Jamal nodded. "The dummies go limp and lifeless whenever they feel like it," Kelly said. "We can't prove anything to Dad. We're sunk. Totally sunk."...We rode the rest of the way home in glum silence. 

It's a terrible feeling to know your dad thinks you are a liar. I guess I don't need to say that. Everyone knows it. We passed the low wall at the front of our yard, and the car turned and began to crunch over the gravel driveway. We came to a stop at the stone walk that leads to our front door. I pulled up in the driveway. The sun still shone brightly as the four of us piled out of the car. The flowers swayed and shimmered in the flower beds at both sides of the walk.

I sighed again and started to slump toward the house. "Look on the bright side," Jamal said. "At least no one is going to get blown up at your dad's studio."... I started to reply but stopped when I heard a clank from the driveway. Startled, I spun around in time to see my car trunk's pop open. "Oh no!" A cry burst from Luke's throat. Slappy and Snappy sat up. I gasp. 

The two dummies scrambled out of the trunk. The trunk lid slammed shut as they landed on their feet on the gravel, their legs bobbing until they caught their balance hill. Then they both staggered toward us. "Aren't you going to welcome us home?" Slappy shouted. He tossed back his head and laughed. "Now it's time for a REAL horror show!"

Jamal's mouth hung open. Kelly took a step back and shot her arms out as if getting ready for a fight. Luke froze in horror. "What do you want?" I cried. "Why did you follow us home?" I snap.  "We don't like you talking about us to your dad!" Slappy shouted. "And we just plain don't like you! Hahaha." ... Snappy swung an arm up and bumped his wooden hand against his twin's shoulder. He growled. "Why are you such a hater, Slappy?" he demanded. "You have to deal with your anger issues."... 

"Here's how I deal with my anger issues!" Slappy cried. He leaped forward, arms raised in front of him. And before I could move, he jumped onto my back. "Get OFF!" I screamed. I tried to twist and toss him away. But the dummy wrapped his arms around me and held on. "Owww!" I cried out in pain as he bashed his wooden head into the back of my neck. I ducked. I dropped to my knees. I spun around hard. But I couldn't throw him off.

Kelly screamed. I saw Jamal hunched beside her, frozen in horror. Luke ran, looking for something or someone for help. Slappy head-butted me again. And slapped my face with a hard wooden fist. "Well, well, (Y/n)!" he cried. "Who's the dummy now?"... He gave me a hard shove and I toppled face-first to the grass. My head hit the dirt. Pain shot down my body. He drove a fist into the back of my neck.

"Stop it, Slappy. You know I don't approve of violence!" Snappy shouted. And then to my surprise, Snappy bent over us and began tugging Slappy with both hands. Tugging Slappy off me. I felt Slappy's hands loosen and slide away. The two dummies tumbled into a heap on the lawn. I backed away, dizzy, my head still throbbing. They untangled themselves and scrambled to their feet. Slappy gave his twin a hard shove. "Guess what I'm going to do on the next cold night?" he cried. "Use your head for firewood!"