Lost Story: The Coming - Part One {Completed}

Chapter Eleven: Gone

"H-he is talking!" Mabel sputtered, her knees wobbling.

Dipper made a face at the puppet. "In a creepy way," he stated.

"Who are you?" Slappy asked. "Just who is Bi ---" He paused. "Where is my Papa?" he demanded. "He and I have unfinished business. Perhaps if you tell me, I might not break your fingers."

The twins stared at him in shock at what he had just said. Mabel hid both of her hands behind her back.

"W-what do you mean your 'Papa?'" Dipper asked, trying to sound brave.

"You have heard of him!" he exclaimed. "Everyone has heard of the most famous author. My Papa!"

Dipper narrowed his eyes at him. "I would not actually call my Great Uncle Ford famous," he told Slappy. Slappy narrowed his eyebrows at them.

"No!" he hissed. "You honestly have never heard of my famous Papa, R.L. Stine?"

The twins shook their heads.

"Never heard of him," Mabel stated.

Slappy growled in frustration.

"You are lying!" he yelled, pointing. "I ought to---"

Suddenly, Slappy started to moan and groan. Green light was glowing around him.

Dipper turned to Mabel.

"Go get Great Uncle Ford," he told her. "He has dealt with monsters before. Perhaps he knows what to do with a talking...puppet."

"What about you?" she asked.

"I will keep an eye on him," he replied. "Hurry, while he is distracted!"

"Alright, Dipper!" Mabel started to run down the stairs.

Dipper turned back to Slappy.

"Huh?" He had a puzzled look on his face.

Slappy was not standing on the bed. He was not even sitting!

He was nowhere in the room.

Slappy was gone.