A Dummy's Lady - A Goosebumps Fanfiction {Completed}

A Knife's Purpose

"Uh...h-how about we do not find out?"

My body shuddered, and I shut my eyes as I waited for the pain that was coming for me. I tried moving my legs, to run far, far away. But they would not budge. They had been struck by fear, just like the rest of my body. Plus, Slappy kept a good grip on my arm.

I whimpered softly. I felt Slappy opening my hand, spreading my fingers away from my palm. I then felt something. Something cold. In my palm.

I hesitated before speaking. "What...what are you doing?" I questioned.

He chuckled. "You are cute when you stammer like that," he commented. "And stop whimpering. I am not going to hurt you."

I blushed and opened my eyes, eyeing the knife that was now in my hand. "Um..."

"No, I did not cut you." He closed my hand, forcing my fingers to wrap themselves around the knife, and let go of my arm. "This knife is for you. Consider it as a gift from me."

I brought my hand up to my face and examined the knife. It was clean and shiny, and the end of it was pointy. "...why are you giving me a knife?"

"Like I stated before, it is a gift." He took my other hand and planted a kiss on the back. "I also want to help you gain your freedom."

I was a bit surprised by his latest statement. "You...want to help me?"

He nodded. "A precious girl, such as yourself, should not be cooped inside a place for so long. It is not right. Everybody deserves to have a chance of freedom."

I nodded in agreement. "That is, until the person misuses his or her freedom."

"However, I have not misused my freedom, and neither have you. You have not even had your freedom."

"For days. It is torture. Being in my room every second that passes by. I want to see the world. I want to go to new places and make friends."

"And you will get that chance." The puppet hurried over to the counter and leaped over it, disappearing behind it.

"Slappy?" Still holding the knife, I walked to the counter. I carefully leaned over, trying to find him.

And let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Slappy suddenly appeared, and I pulled away from the counter and stumbled back. I breathed heavily and could feel my heart pounding away.

The puppet poked his head out from behind the counter, so we could see each other face to face.

"It is okay, beautiful," he reassured me. "It is only me. Your good friend."

I frowned. I was pretty mad at him for jump scaring me. "Do not do that!" I exclaimed. "I-I get scared easily!"

He smirked. "I can tell." The puppet reached from under the counter and pulled out a dress. A white dress.

A wedding dress.

"Why do you have a wedding dress?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. "It is certainly not for you...unless you have a strange hobby of collecting and wearing dresses."

Slappy burst out laughing. "Good one!" he said between laughs. "You have a great sense of humor! Like me!"

I could not help but smile. "I do, do I not? We have a few things in common."

His laughing soon died down, and he put the wedding dress on top of the counter. "What do they call you?"

"My name?"

"Yes."

"Well, my name is Shelly. Shelly Madison."

"Ooh. What a pretty name. Your last name is this town's name. And you and I have six letters in our first names. They also begin with the letter 's' and end with the letter 'y.' We also have a double consonant. Mine is 'p,' while yours is 'l.'

I giggled. "Nice analysis, Sherlock Holmes."

Then, I heard a voice.

A familiar voice. Calling for me.

"Shelly!"

"Cassandra?!" I said. I could feel my palms sweating. I turned to the entrance doors of the station and spotted Cassandra coming this way. "Oh, no. I am doomed."

"No, you are not," Slappy insisted. "The only way that you are going to be truly free..." He pointed at the knife. "...is by ending her life."