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

Backlash

"Oh, no," I moaned.

Stine must have heard me. "What is wrong, Shelly?" he asked as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Do not tell me that Slappy is burning the typewriter, and we are not doing anything about it but sit here and watch."

I could feel sweat in my palms. My legs shook. I had to get off my knees and sit so I would not lose my balance and fall.

I glanced at the writer. He stared at me with a concern look on his face. His brown hair was messed up, the strands in tangles. I squinted to get a closer look at his glasses. The glasses themselves were not damaged or broken in any way, and the lenses made it out alive. Just a couple of small scratches on the left lens.

He adjusted his glasses, and then let out a gasp. "Wait, my glasses," he said. He took them off and examined them, checking to make sure that they were alright.

"They are fine, Mr. Stine," I reassured him. "There is just a scratch, not that big, on the left lens. Possibly two." I tried keeping my voice calm and collective. But seeing and remembering that the typewriter broke did not keep me calm in the slightest.

Stine examined the left lens, and his eyes widened. "Dang it! I just bought these glasses last week! They were new!" He glared at the puppet, who was still holding the baby close to him. "Slappy!" He was pretty ticked off at his creation for making him trip, and I did not blame him. I would be mad too.

Slappy smirked and chuckled. "Oops. Did I cause that to happen?" he said. Obviously, he knew that he tripped his maker on purpose for the fun of it. He looked at Tamara. "Did I do that, baby?"

Tamara shook her head and put her hand in her mouth.

"Hmm. I bet that you did that, you baby. You have the legs for somebody to trip. Either that, or Papa must be really talented to trip on thin air."

"I tripped over your leg!" Stine yelled. "You had it out! You wanted me to trip over it!"

"Yeah! Stop blaming my baby sister!" I added. "She did not have her cute leg anywhere near Mr. Stine!"

Slappy chuckled. "Oh, Shelly. You have a good sense of humor."

"Shut up!" I had reached my boiling point.

The puppet tsk-tsked. "Now, Shelly. That was not very nice to say to your future husband. Telling me to shut up."

"I will never marry you! You will not become my husband, and I will not be your queen!"

He sighed. "Fine. Be that way. But if you change your mind about being my bride, meet me and Tamara outside."

"Huh? You and Tamara?" I gasped. "No."

"That is right. If you ever wish to see this baby ever again, then come outside and find me, and we can agree to my terms." Slappy then teleported himself and Tamara out of the theatre.

"No!" I quickly got up and ran to them. I reached out for my baby sister. I wanted to grab her and hold her. I did not want to let her go.

But it was too late.

They were gone.