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You were wide awake to the sound of your alarm clock ringing. You angrily knocked it off your wooden desk near your bed and walked over to your drawer.

You took out perfectly clean clothes and put them on, after that, you went downstairs to eat breakfast.

You didn't remember anything that happened the night before, nor did you care about what happened before, all you cared about was being safe and not worrying much about Monica.

Halfway done with your breakfast, you heard the beeps of a bus outisde the house. You quickly ate the last bit of cereal you had and gobbled it all up.

You dashed out of your door and huffs of your breath could be seen, you didn't know you forgot something.

The ventriloquist dummy. "Oh my lord, I'll just have to give it to Monica tomorrow at school, or something like that." You squeaked, making sure no one heard you.

You thought.... "What if I forget it again?... If she notices it's gone? She'll think I stole the thing!" You exaggerated a little, but you always try to think of scenarios of what to say. It's what you do before asking a teacher something, or just telling someone something.

You calmed down and look out your window, thinking of different scenarios. "Ugh, school.... Schoolwork is not so boring... But still unlovable."

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You were taking supplies out of your locker, and felt a hand touch your shoulder. "Y/n...," They said, "What do you want Monica?" You respond, acting like you dont know what she's gonna say.

"... Do you somehow have the ventriloquist dummy I scared you with? Y-You know- in the attic?" Monica stuttered, you've never seen her worried or heard her worried like this before.

"N-No! Why would I take that creepy thing anywhere with me! That's so g-gross! Or, what do you- oh! Grotesque!" You hollered at Monica, she then backs inches away.

"O-Oh, okay... I was just... wondering." She softly responds. "Why do you ask? Do you need Sla- I mean the dummy?" You asked, she didnt respond.

"Uh, yes. I need him-  it!! It! I need it NOT him." She exclaimed. "Well I haven't seen him anywhere, tell me, do you?" You said, looking around, teasing her.

"N-No, now, excuse me, I need to go... home for family issues. Did you hear that? I think they called my name-!" Monica said, dashing away.

"You came to me, idiot." You muttered to yourself, hoping someone out there agrees.

TIME SKIP TO UR HOUSE:

You set you backpack on a hard couch and you sat on another. "Hey! Don't leave me in here, open this bookbag, stupid!" A voice said, coming from within the backpack.

"Uh, bookbag? It's a backpack mom. Wait, what?" You said, noticing your mom isn't home yet.

"What the-! I'm not your mama! I'm god-! No! I'm slappy! Get me OUT of here you big brain fart, help me-!" Slappy yelled.

"Short temper much? Or just dummy much?" You said, taking the dUMmy out of your backpack. "What?! Stop! Idiot, don't hold me by my waist-!" Slappy screeched.

"Then how am I suppose to hold you! From the legs? Cause I'd be honored to do so!" You said, dropping Slappy to the floor. "No! You're just like me.... " He muttered. "You like salami? What?" You mistaken his words, therefore thinking he said he likes salami.

"No! Who told you that, an idiot?!" He hollered, you raise a brow. "Uhm, you mean the idiot is you since you told me?" You exclaim, teasing him.

"You're so unbearably annoying, I can't even describe the correct words- oh, wait... maybe, irrelevant? Or maybe even-"

"Shut up dummy, or else you're going back in the attic, where you belong." You said.

"Fine, let's make a deal. I won't bother you which means you don't put me back in the book, and I won't hurt you, okay?" He said, holding his arm out to make a deal.

"A book- what?" You questioned, "Ugh, no need to explain anything, just make the deal, y/n. You know you're smart enough to make the correct choice." Slappy said, sort of bribing you to make the deal.

"Uh- okay, deal I guess?"

You both shake hands and he chuckles.

"First step of my plan, check, just a couple more to go."

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