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

Real Realizations

"...." I slammed my hand against a locker door. "Mmm!" I cried, pulling my hand back and holding it close.

Cassandra hurried to me. "Let me see, Shelly," she ordered.

"Mmm..." I showed her my left hand, the one that I hit against the locker, and she examined it. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a pack of ice - A pack of ice? In her pocket? - and carefully laid it on the back of my hand. My body shivered, feeling the cold pack touch my warm skin.

"Come on," my caretaker insisted.

She held me close to her, and we walked away from the dead end. We soon entered a huge space in the middle of the hallway, and I am assuming that it was the lobby. There was nothing but a table and two benches on the left side and about six to seven comfortable chairs on the right side.

Cassandra led me to the row of chairs. "Sit." I did what I was told and sat down, and she sat down next to me. She took my injured hand and lifted the ice pack, and then frowned. "Dumb ring." She slowly and carefully took the ring off my finger, put the ice pack back on my hand, and threw the ring across the lobby. "No one is marrying Shelly without my consent."

I rolled up the sleeves of the dress and wiped my forehead. The wedding dress was making me hot and sweat.

My caretaker noticed. "You should change clothes," she said. She got up and went over to a Lost-and-Found bin. She got down on her knees and began going through it.

My face twisted in disgust. Was she going to make me wear other people's clothes? It makes me sick just thinking of the idea!

She soon stood up and hurried back to me. "These will work," she told me, handing me a green, short-sleeved shirt and black pants. "They are a boy's clothes, but they will fit you exactly." She pointed at a nearby bathroom. "Get changed in the girls' restroom. I promise that you can change clothes when we return home."

I glanced down at the shirt and pants. They looked new. There were not any dirt or stains on them. I ran a finger on the fabric of the shirt. The fabric felt smooth. I brushed my hair back, and then got up and walked to the bathroom. I went into one of the stalls and dropped the clothes to the floor. I shut and locked the stall door.

"While you are getting dressed, I might as well explain some things to you," I heard Cassandra say. "Keep in mind that these truths and realizations will blow your mind." She coughed a couple of times. "You were in a coma for three years."

More sweat poured down my forehead, and I almost lost my balance as soon as I heard that. I could not have been in a coma for that many years, let alone be in a coma at all.

"Everything that you remember was an illusion," Cassandra explained. "Your mom and dad. Your friends Chase and Carrots. Your school. Everything. You never lived in Belfast, Maine. You and your parents were not moving to Madison. You already lived in Madison before the coma."

I leaned my back against the wall as I tried taking off my dress. My hands were quivering at the news that I was receiving.

It could not be possible.

"All of it is possible. And true," my caretaker continued. "Your parents could not have died because you never had parents in the beginning. Instead, you have us. And by us, I mean your creations. The people who you thought of in your mind."

I slipped the dress off and started putting on the pants. My hands stopped quivering, and I raised an eyebrow.

What did she mean by my creations? I did not have any creations.

"Perhaps this word will jog your memory," she said as if she could read my thoughts. "I am a "Non-Fiend." Shawn is a "Non-Fiend." There are many "Non-Fiends." They are not humans, and you thought of them all. "Non-Fiends."

My eyes widened, and I finished putting on the pants and picked up the shirt. That word was familiar. "Non-Fiends."

"We were there!" Cassandra exclaimed. "All of the "Non-Fiends" found you lying on the ground a few days ago. Tim was there. Lean was there. Even Tippy was there. He struck a conversation with you. He was trying to calm you down when you kept asking where your mom and dad were. So we had to tell you that your parents passed away. Though, you did not have parents. You just had your "Non-Fiends." And you woke up from the coma that night. That is why we were there for you. We were not part of the illusion. We are real."

I put the shirt on and ran a hand through my hair. Every piece of this news was too much to take in.

"You know what I am surprised about? The fact that you have not made a connection to this town. This universe." She paused, and then continued. "Did it every occur to you that you are in the Goosebumps universe? With Stine and Slappy and all the other monsters?"

I was so confused to what she was telling me. My head hurt so much.

I unlocked the door and was about to pull it open, when I noticed two feet in front of my stall.

I breathed heavily through my nose and lowered my head to get a better view of who or what it was. My eyebrows raised all the way up when I saw Slappy smirking at me.

"Hello, darling," he said creepily. "May I come in?"