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

Reasoning

As you could have imagined, everyone was shocked at my latest statement. Even Slappy.

"You...you are in love with him?" Hannah questioned me.

I slowly nodded. "Yes."

"So...let me get this straight," Cassandra piped in. "After what this stupid dummy has put you through? After what he, oh, I do not know, kidnapped you, forced you to marry him, and anything else that I am forgetting because the writer will not go back and scan the previous chapters, you actually have feelings for a block of wood? Seriously?"

I looked down. "As much as I do not want to admit it, yes. I love him. And even knowing the fact that he let his friends kill and..." A chill went down my spine, and tears formed in my eyes. "...and eat Tamara, I have grown fond of him."

The caretaker gasped and glared at Slappy. "He did what to Tamara?!"

All of a sudden, we heard crying.

Champ covered his ears. "Where is that crying coming from?" he wondered.

"It sounds like that it is coming from where the car is," Zach told us, pointing at the black car.

Cassandra went over to the driver's side of the car and slammed a fist against the window. The glass broke and shattered. Some shards fell to the earth. Others fell inside the car.

My caretaker reached in and pulled out something.

No. Someone.

An infant.

Baby Tamara.

"Tamara!" I exclaimed excitedly. I was overjoyed to see her and see her alive. I went up to Cassandra, and she handed me the crying infant.

"She is not happy," Cassandra pointed out. "She seems cranky."

"Cranky?" I looked at Tamara. She was kicking her little legs. I cradled her in my arms and rocked her. "Shh. It is okay, Tamara. Your big sister is here." I continued rocking her and talking in my sweet voice to her until she yawned and fell asleep.

Tamara loves when I hold her and talk sweetly. It is one of the ways that I get her to go to sleep and like I stated before, she loves me to death.

It is rare that she gets cranky, but when she does, it is usually because she wakes up from her nap and is still tired. Also, when she is cranky, she will only let me hold her. I do not know why. Perhaps she likes how I put her back to sleep.

I smiled and kissed the baby's forehead. "Sweet dreams, you cute thing." I lifted my head back up - and saw Slappy lunging himself at me, his arms stretched out and his hands in gripping positions.

"You are mine!" he exclaimed in a raspy voice.