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

The Wedding of the Century

"What? No!" I exclaimed.

The puppet frowned at my protest and waved his fingers. I was going to say more, when I realized something odd.

I could not speak.

"Mmm!" I tried moving my lips. They would not budge. I could move my tongue though. Unfortunately, it was not of any help.

"There," Slappy said, a smile spreading across his face. "No more negative requests out of you."

"Mmm!" I wanted to say actual words, how he was a stupid dummy.

"What is that?" He leaned towards me and held a hand up to his ear. "How did I get you to shut up? Why, it was easy." He lifted my chin. "I have magic. One wave of it, and anything can happen. The reason that you cannot talk is because of my own magic. I caused your lips to stay in place." He laughed.

I narrowed my eyebrows at him. I was thinking of many bad words at this point.

"Do not be disappointed or even mad," the puppet continued. "This is our time. Our wedding day." He stroked my cheek, and I jerked away. "You will get used to me being your new husband." He gripped my chin and stared into my eyes. "And do not call me the 'D' word."

Slappy jumped off the desk and to the floor. He did a somersault, which I found impressive, and landed on his wooden feet. He ran over to me and straightened my dress.

"Are you two almost ready?" the priest questioned.

"Yep!" Slappy responded. "I am just straightening her dress. I want everything to be perfect for this wonderful moment." He finished "playing" with my wedding dress and stood by my side. He kissed the side of my head and grasped my hand. "Alright. Let us begin! And hurry it up. I do not want anybody to ruin the moment."

The priest cleared his throat and opened a book that he was holding. Dust emerged from the book, and I had to cover my nose. I have asthma, that is why. The tiniest amount of dust will send me coughing and struggling for air.

The puppet and priest shooed the dust with their hands, and the dust soon disappeared.

What a relief.

The priest coughed and started the ceremony. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began. "We are gathered here today—"

"Skip that part!" Slappy demanded. "No one else is here but us!"

The priest nodded. "Okay."

"You know what? Skip over everything! Get to the part where we give each other our rings and say that we want to be married!"

"...you mean...you, your bride, and I are being married?"

Slappy slapped his forehead with his wooden hand. "No, you imbecile! That is gross!" He pointed a finger at me. "She and I are getting married! You are not included!"

"Oh. Sorry. I was misunderstood."

"The day that you find yourself a lady is the day that you get married!"

"Excuse me. I am already married. I have a wife and two kids."

"Good for you! I am hoping to have ten, no twenty, kids with my bride!"

I gulped. What did he say?

The priest glanced at me, and then back at the talking puppet. "She does not seem thrilled about that."

"Who cares what she thinks? She is my slave!"

My eyebrows shot upward, and I clenched my hands into tight fists.

Nobody calls me a slave.

I was about to punch the dumb puppet, but Slappy grabbed my wrist and opened my hand, uncoiling my fingers. He pulled out a ring from his pocket and put it on my finger.

"It looks lovely on you," he whispered in my ear. I raised my other fist, but he quickly grabbed that one too. "No, no, no. Not on our special day." He grabbed some rope from nearby - how convenient - and tied my hands together. "Do not even try to break free. I make knots very well." He winked at me and pulled out another ring, a little bigger than the one that he placed on my finger. He put the ring on his finger and placed his hands on my cheeks. "I do."

"What?" the priest spoke up. "I have not asked the question yet."

"Too late!" Slappy told him. The puppet sat in my lap. "She does too. No objections from her."

"How about from anybody else?" The priest looked around, and Slappy frowned at him.

"There is nobody here! Just the three of us! So no objections!"

"I have an objection!"

"Mmm?" I turned - and saw Cassandra in the doorway.

And she had no wound on her stomach.