Goosebumps: Slappy X Reader (Completed)

Chapter 3: The Dummy Has Awaken

You walked into your room, tossing your sweater onto the chair as your heart raced. Slappy's presence beside you on the bed felt surreal. He was here, just as R.L. Stine had promised—but part of you couldn't shake the memories of everything that had happened before. Slappy had once been a menace, bent on chaos and destruction. And yet, here he was again, quiet and still, his expression almost peaceful.

You sat down on the bed, your gaze drifting over to him. Could he really be different this time? You felt a strange mix of excitement and hesitation bubbling up inside you. As much as you had been intrigued by Slappy from the start, the thought of him coming back to life carried with it an edge of uncertainty.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered open, breaking the silence. His head turned slowly toward you, and for a brief moment, you froze. Then, to your surprise, he spoke, his voice smooth and familiar. "Hello, Y/n."

You blinked, caught off guard by the casualness of his greeting. "Slappy... you're alive," you whispered, half in awe and half in disbelief.

Slappy pushed himself up, his limbs stiff and awkward as he tried to stand. With a clumsy wobble, he toppled off the bed with a soft thud. You couldn't help but giggle, the tension easing a little as you leaned over to pick him up.

"Still as clumsy as ever, huh?" you teased, trying to keep things light despite the uncertainty swirling in your mind.

He glanced up at you, his wooden features forming what almost looked like a smirk. "Looks like I am," he muttered, before his eyes softened, locking onto yours. "You know, you've changed since the last time I saw you. You've... grown."

The unexpected comment sent a flush to your cheeks. You looked away, trying to brush off the compliment. "You remember me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Slappy hesitated, as if considering his words carefully. "Not... everything. I don't really remember much from before," he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost reflective. "Just bits and pieces. But I remember you." He paused, his gaze holding yours. "I remember important things."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Important things? He was a dummy, after all—a creation from a book. But the way he spoke, it was as if he remembered something deeper, something about you that even you couldn't quite grasp.

You shifted awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. "Well... I guess we're starting fresh then," you said with a small smile, hoping to break the tension. "So, Slappy, what do you want to do now?"

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment before his lips curved into a subtle smile. "I want to know everything about you. Tell me what's new. What's changed."

His request caught you off guard. It was simple, yet strangely intimate. "Uh, well..." You began, feeling the weight of his eyes on you. "I've been focusing on my hobbies a lot lately. And I've been thinking about college, maybe studying [insert field] and becoming an [insert job] one day." You laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood. "It's a lot, but I'm figuring it out."

Slappy listened intently, nodding along with your words, his expression thoughtful. "You've always been determined," he said, his voice low and steady. "I like that."

You felt another blush creep onto your cheeks, surprised by how calm he seemed. This wasn't the Slappy you remembered—the one who wanted to control everything and everyone. This version of him seemed... softer, more aware of you in a way that unsettled and intrigued you all at once.

"And... Zach's still my brother," you added, trying to shift the conversation. "In case you've forgotten."

Slappy let out a small laugh, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I remember him. How could I forget? Still the same scaredy-cat airhead, I bet."

You laughed, the tension between you two easing a little. "He's downstairs talking to our mom, and hey, one thing: don't show yourself to her. Got it?"

He smirked again, nodding. "Got it, don't worry. I wouldn't want to scare her... not yet, anyway."

The playful glint in his eyes made you laugh softly, though there was something about the way he said it that made your heart race a little. "Good. Well, I'm going to go take a shower. I'll be back in a little bit, okay?"

Slappy settled back against the pillows, his eyes still on you. "Sure thing, Y/n. I'll be right here."

You grabbed your pajamas and headed for the door, but as you left, you could feel his gaze lingering on you, making you feel a bit self-conscious. You weren't quite sure what to make of this new Slappy. He was still mischievous, still had that charm, but something was different. He wasn't as hostile—at least, not yet. You closed the door behind you, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

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As the door clicked shut, Slappy let out a small sigh, leaning back into the pillows. He glanced around the room, taking in the surroundings, though nothing felt familiar. It was like waking up from a dream where everything looked right, but nothing felt like home.

Why can't I remember anything? he thought, his fingers tapping lightly on his wooden chin. His past was a blur, nothing more than scattered flashes of faces, voices, and... chaos. But now? Now he felt different. Like he was starting over.

And then there was you. He couldn't explain it, but there was something about you that stirred a strange feeling deep within him—something that wasn't there before. It was unsettling, but also... comforting.

Slappy frowned, shaking his head. He wasn't used to feeling this way. Emotions were foreign to him, like trying to navigate a world he didn't fully understand. But there was one thing he was certain of: he remembered you. Your name, your face, the way you laughed. Those details were clear as day, as if they had been etched into his memory for a reason. Like he had a purpose.

Why you?

His wooden body creaked slightly as he shifted, his mind racing. He didn't remember everything, but he remembered enough. Enough to know that this time, things would be different. This time, he wasn't just here for mischief. He was here for something more.

He closed his eyes, letting the quiet settle around him as he waited for you to return, his thoughts swirling with questions he didn't yet have answers to.