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

Chapter 9 (Why Would You Do That?)

~Your POV~

   Slappy's voice was muffled through the water in my ears, I kept myself under and squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel my heart pound in my ears, it almost seemed like my heart was convulsing in my chest. My natural instinct came in and I began to thrash my legs in the water, but despite that, I kept myself under. 

I had to. 

I won't have hallucinations of Sammy, and I'll be reunited with my family. I'll finally have a happy ending.

      I felt the water reduce in size, as if it was being drained. Incoherent voices shouted in panic, but why do I need to care? Slappy doesn't like me the way I like him, he's better off partnering up with a slug in the state I'm in.

Hands gripped my arms and pull me out of the tub, in an instant I began coughing water out. The hands gently placed me on the tiled floor while I emptied the water from my throat. I shakily wiped my eyes and gulped in deep breaths of air. 

"What were you doing?!" Slappy shouted, his hands on his head with bulging eyes, "why in the right mind would you do that?!"

I finally looked up after a few moments of silence. I noticed that Will stood there, snot running down his muzzle, his threatening eyes wet with what looked like tears. I sighed coldly and glanced at Slappy. 

"I need to die, for my family," I said, my eyes wet.

"You already had vengeance, you totally splattered that air-head!" Slappy exclaimed and tapped his little foot with crossed arms, "you are my slave, and when I say mine. I mean mine. I get to decide when you die and when you live."

I sniffled and sat upright, I shakily sighed and stared at the wet puddle around me. "You don't need me, I'll be in the way of whatever you want to do."

"You speak like you can read my mind," Slappy rose his brow.

"But--"

"Chicken butt!" Slappy chuckled.

The corners of my mouth itched upwards. He smiled, but it drooped to a frown.

Slappy then approached me, I stared at him while he carefully walked on the wet puddle in order to be face-to-face with me.

"Y/n, all we went through, all we experienced. You were going to throw that away?" Slappy cocked his head in question, his brows itching downwards, "I don't trust people that much, after what happened to me, I think you should be happy that I see you in the same level as I. We can work though whatever you're going through."

Tears built up in my eyes, "I didn't think you'd care."

Slappy rolled his eyes, "If I didn't care, then I would've let you drown yourself, dummy. Now dry yourself and meet me in the living-room...leave the bathroom door open."

"But people might see me," I rejected.

"Who? There's only me and this dumb mutt, I'll make double sure this dog won't watch you," Slappy turned on his heels and snapped his fingers. A stack of warm clothes appeared on the side of the sink, along with a soft towel flowing off its side.

"Okay," I answered quietly.

Slappy sighed and encouraged Will to exit the bathroom, both he and the werewolf exited so that I could change. Tears bubbled up in my eyes in realization, Slappy thinks I'm suicidal. But, I'm not. I'm just...tired.

Yeah, tired.

           I peeled off my wet clothing and shakily dried myself with my towel, my frightened eyes scanning the room around me. Fearing that Sammy might appear again. My heart fell down to the pits of my stomach, why did I do that? 

             I'm no better than him, I could've reported him to the police so that he could get the same sentence as his daughter. But no, I had to murder him. Just like he did to my family. 

Me and him are the same, we're murderers.

"That's right sweetheart, we are the same," a inanimate voice replied to my thought, "I promise it won't hurt~"

    My eyes snapped up to the mirror, Sammy's naked figure stood right behind me. His stubbly rough face inched towards mine, our eyes locked in the mirror. 

"No one will believe you," he whispered in my ear, laying a kiss on my ear lobe. I jerked my head away. 

"Leave me alone you're dead," I replied and slowly kept drying myself.

A deep chuckled exploded from his throat, his lips peeled back in a predatory smile. His teeth was stained yellow and I smelled his unclean breath bating over my nose. 

"I am, but I'm not," he rose his calloused finger and jabbed it on the side of my head, "I'm still alive in your head."

I growled and swiped an arm around to hit him, but he disappeared before I could do so. I huffed angrily and shot my frustrated eyes at the mirror, observing my naked body. 

"You need to fucking stop hallucinating this shit, he's dead, it's fucking over with," I pointed at the naked female in the mirror. She pointed back. 

         I took in a deep breath but I winced at the pain in my stomach, sighing, I glanced at the stack of clothes and began to dress myself. All of it fit well,  and of course, the pants were a bit tight on my hips. But that's how it goes with all female clothing.

I put on my shoes and walked out of the bathroom, Slappy waited for me but Will seemed to not be there. 

"This will be short," Slappy stated and directed me to sit beside him on the couch. I did so resentfully, knowing I might have to talk about what's going on with myself. 

"Okay," I said.

"I know something must've had pushed you to do that," Slappy said and crossed his legs, "you were fine this morning, did you have another hallucination?"

I adverted my eyes, "I...I just felt really guilty about it."

"Guilty? Strange, ever since I met you, you seemed determine to kill that prick. So what changed?"

"I-uh- I realized that he had a family, a-and that me and him are the same--"

"You are speaking nonsense, you and him the same?" Slappy scoffed, "the only thing I see are differences, and do you know why I know how you're different than him?"

I glanced at him to see that he was staring at me. 

"W-why?" I said to encourage him to continue.

"Because I love you, not him."