Don't Mess With Slappy's Bride (Slappy x bullied! reader)

Chapter 2 (Slappy Loves Jokes)

              ~Y/n's POV~

    I finally got home after the hellish experience at the park, Slappy was still tucked in my arm as I approached my home. When I opened the door I saw that my brother was napping on the couch with a bag of chips spilled all over his chest, I smiled softly and gently closed the front door.

       I quickly paced over to my room and shut the door in case he might wake, I placed Slappy on my bed and touched my cheek. Blood was still dripping from my cheek.

"Damn, they messed me up," I stated, peering at my mirror. I decided to change my clothes since it had dirt and some hints of blood on them.

I grabbed my pajamas from my dresser and was about to pull my pants off when a voice interrupted me.

"Hold on there, Missy. At least take me on a date first."

I shrieked and spun around, the puppet... he was talking. Slappy was perked up on my bed, staring straight at me with live eyes. Not like the one's I saw before.

"Yuh-you're talking?" I gasped.

"My mouth is moving, sweet-cheeks, ami-right?" he then laughed.

"Huh-how?"

"Magic~" he said and wiggled his fingers.

I replied with nothing, I stared at him like he was a sore thumb. How was he talking? How is he moving?

"I know I'm handsome and all," he said and did his signature laugh.

I did a fake laugh, "Hehe..He...But I should really change, and...clean this up."

"I can help you with the bullies," he said and hopped off my bed with a smile.

My eyes widened, I stared at him with a raised brow, "You can?"

He smiled with his eyes half-lidded, "Yes, I can. Only if I can be part of the family."

"I-uh....Sure? I guess I have to tell B/n."

"No!" he shouted then smiled once he caught my gaze, "this is our little secret." 

I feel like he's gonna murder me or something, but how in the hell would he kill me? 

         I stared at him for a moment before I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, I opened it to see vulgar messages on it. Of course by the bullies. I can count how many times I've blocked them, but I guess they memorized my number. I probably need to change it when I have the time to.

'You're a fucking witch! You almost killed me you slut!' -Mark

'Are you a devil worshiper? It wouldn't be a surprise.' -Loris

"You should really not listen to them," Slappy said, "they just got a lotta smoke in their heads. Hahaha!"

     I chuckled a bit on his comment, which caused his smile to widen even more. The more I look at it, I swore I saw his cheeks blush a little.

"Ow," I winced and felt the blood dry on my skin.

"You mean w-Ow since you were surprised at how handsome I am," he joked.

"Yeah, sure," I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "So what are you going to do now?'

"I can show you the benefits of having me in your family!" he laughed, "got a boo-boo? No problem!"

      A med kit suddenly flew from the window and began patching me up, I was frozen in awe by what was happening before me. He has powers? The fuck?

"Now you have enough time to clean your room! Oh, you don't want to? No problem!"

           My eyes widened when I saw the dirty clothes on my floor began to lift off and drift down to the wash, my bed was neatly made and a smell of orchids filled my room.

"Wow," I cooed.

"Wow indeed." he laughed.

"Y/n! Who's up there with you?! I swear if it's a boy I'll shoot him!" B/n's voice boomed from the living room, then I began hearing heavy footsteps nearing my bedroom.

Just as the door opened Slappy flopped down on the floor, life-less.

"Who's in here?!" he said in anger and began scavenging around to find a guy to murder.

"There's no one here! I was-uh- practicing a voice for my drama class!" I stuttered, "uh- GiVe mE aLL oF YouR MoNey." 

     I shot finger guns at him with a nervous smile, he scanned my face with a sad look. He gently touched the large band-aid on my cheek and the bruise on my other cheek.

"If you want me to beat up anyone, just give me the word, okay? Dinner's ready by the way," B/n said softly, taking a final look around before exiting my room. I heard him mutter to himself, "Fucking assholes."

I let out a sigh of relief and heard Slappy growl.

"First of all, I do NOT sound like that!" he snapped.

I chuckled, "Chill, it's just a joke."

"Your face's a joke."

"I know, stop stating the obvious," I said and laughed at the look on his face.

"Well that backfired on me."

"Sure did." I then realized that my brother was waiting for me at the dinner table, "I'll have to eat dinner, so be good."

"Can't keep that promise, I'm Slappy for Christ's sake!"

"Fine, don't be too bad." I said then l left my room, hopefully he won't trash my place up too much.

~Slappy's POV~

         I can't believe she can just talk to me like that! Usually I would embarrass or destroy who makes fun of me, but I don't seem to have the heart to do that to her. I rose from the floor, but something caught my eye from under the bed.

It was a vibrator! No, just a box.

      That holds a vibrator! When I opened the box with my powers, there was a thick leather picture book. Man, I can never have any fun.

         I took the book out and saw 'Family' in big curvy letters on the cover. I opened the book to see a picture of a chubby baby, there was a note beside it that read. 'Y/n; four months old.'

"Aww~," I cooed at the baby picture.

     I looked down to see another picture. It was of a boy, same hair color and eye color of Y/n. Must be her brother if I guessed correctly.

        Well, in this picture, her brother was in the middle of a woman and a man. Which I assumed was their parents. But the more I flipped the pages, little by little there was barely any pictures of the parents. Then suddenly, there was only pictures of Y/n when she began to grow.

She didn't even have a picture with her and her parents together.

"No papa, no mama. Rough." I stated and put the book back in the box and slid it back under her bed, "didn't know we had something in common."

     My thoughts brought up images of my papa, he created me to make him feel less lonely. But he then shut me up in a book for years when I wasn't useful for him anymore, I felt my pent up anger resonate in my chest.

    I was torn off my train of thought when a loud scream came from the other side of the door. It was Y/n's voice.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM! LET HIM GO! PLEASE!"

      I shot up in surprise to hear such agony in her voice. There was silence then a loud gun shot rang in the house.

"NO! B/N!"