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

No Fear Left

My face twisted in an angry expression, like the angry emoji that you put at the end of texting sentences.

Seriously, that sentence above is more interesting than a certain movie that has to do with emojis. No pun intended.

My curious smile turned upside down, and I brought the manuscript close to me, the book leaning against my chest. "Slappy," I whispered.

"Yep! That is me," Slappy overheard. He glared at me. "Do. Not. Wear. It. Out."

I shot back at him a glare that could kill. "Do not worry. I will not. You stupid, poor excuse, not-so-clever, wooden piece of plastic."

He clenched his teeth. "How dare you."

"At least I did not say the 'D' word."

"But what you just said still ticks me off."

"Why? Because it offended you on a personal level?"

"Yes, and the fact that you said that I am both wooden and plastic!"

"So?"

"I am made of wood and ink, not plastic! You son of a—"

"Whoa, Slappy! Language!"

"What? I was going to say crub! Margie taught me the word."

I facepalmed. I was showing a ton of my bravery to him. Showing that I was not a chicken girl and instead, a young lady who could think of the most powerful beings on the planet, the "Non-Fiends," and had built so much courage that was stored and hidden away inside of me.

However, I was not brave or scared at this point in time.

Yes, the bravery remained in me. It boiled up and flushed the fear out of my system. I was like a new person. But no longer. No longer did I feel courage. No longer did I think of fear nipping at my soul. I was not afraid. I was not laughing.

I was annoyed. Annoyed of Slappy. Annoyed of the things that he did, like make terrible jokes.

I wanted him gone.

Gone for good.

Without giving any thought as to what I was about or already doing in the process, I placed my hand on the puppet's chest - and shoved him off the table.

"Ah!" he cried. Clank! He fell to the ground and landed on his back. "Oof!"

"You should have moved out of the way," I told him, not looking at him, as I set the manuscript next to the typewriter and sat in the chair.

The puppet growled and jumped back on the table. He stood behind the typewriter. "You should not have done that," he threatened, which did not bother me. "After all that I have done for you..."

"Done to me. You hurt me and my friends."

"Hurt Papa, your caretaker, and their friends, but I would never hurt you. You are my lovely bride."

I slammed my hand on the table. My palm ached from that, but I tried acting that I was not in pain. "You spied on me! You kidnapped me! You forced me to wear a hideous wedding dress!"

"Hey! That dress took me a long time to steal from the shop!"

"You forced me to marry to you! You handcuffed me to a desk! I do not know how I got free from that!"

Slappy looked up. "Lazy writer."

"And you sealed my lips! Again, I do not know how I started talking when my lips were stuck together!"

The puppet waved a fist at the writer. "And you call yourself a creative writer!"

"Ugh!" I was on the verge of ripping my hair out.

I pushed Slappy back. Clonk! He landed on the hard ground once again. I let my body sink into the chair and began typing on the typewriter.

He got up and rubbed his head. "Fine," he said. "I am sick of you pushing me and thinking that you are better than me!"

"That is because I am better than you," I stated. "I am going through major character development. Too bad that you are not."

The puppet did not say a word. He turned and stormed off the stage.

Not a single word or protest.

"Phew." I was glad that he was gone and left me alone. To write the ending of his demise. It was all too easy.

Unfortunately, the peace and quiet did not last long.

"I am back!" Slappy exclaimed, returning to the stage.

I sighed. "What now?" I asked, not giving him the time of day.

"Look at what I am holding. Something cute. Something innocent."

I glanced at him and the object that he was supposedly holding - and my eyes widened.

The object was not a what. It was a who.

"If you do not stop writing and keep messing with me, then you can kiss her goodbye," he warned.

I quickly stood up. "No..."

Who was he holding? You will find out in the next chapter!