We Are One Now - A Goosebumps Fanfiction

Chapter Six

The words "Slappy" and "surgery" do not belong in the same sentence. Too bad because they do now. The one and only Slappy was going to perform a surgery. Not just any surgery. A transplant.

Gripping the dummy's wrist, the doctor led him into a surgery room. Like the pre-op room, the floor and walls were painted blue. Besides the sleeping human on the table, two nurses and another doctor stood on the opposite side of said table. Like the dummy, they were wearing masks and gloves.

"Took you long enough," one of the nurses blurted out. "I was beginning to think that we would lose our patient."

"I apologize for the delay," the doctor tugging Slappy said. "Seems that Dr. Short forgot the surgery."

"I am not Dr. Short!" Slappy protested. "I am not a human! I am a monster. A clever monster who will not hesitate to use his magic powers on you!"

He expected the nurses and doctors to cower in fear. He got a kick out of the humans being afraid of him. But that was unfortunately not what he received. The doctors and nurses stared at him for a minute - and then laughed.

Something else that he was unaware of the actual Dr. Short is that he loved scaring his friends and fellow workers. Halloween was his favorite holiday. It is always the perfect time of year to skip the treats and get to the tricks. So to the doctors and nurses, they thought that Slappy's threat was nothing but a joke.

Slappy was flabbergasted. There was nothing that he hated more than people who were not scared of him.

"Nice try, Dr. Short," the doctor who was between the nurses and holding his stomach spoke. "You will have to do better than that."

Slappy balled his wooden hands into fists. "I will be more than happy to prove it to you," he hissed.

"You can show us after the surgery," the doctor who had confronted him said. "You must not waste more precious time."

The person to be operated on was a male and in his twenties or thirties. A white sheet was covering the bottom half of him, and his stomach was moving up and down. Good. He was still alive. The bad news was that an evil dummy was operating on him.

Slappy glared at the man as he grew impatient. He did not want to help him. He wanted to be with his bride and teach the suckers who beat her a lesson!

The doctor handed Slappy a small blade. It was a scalpel.

Slappy's eyebrows shot up. "What am I supposed to do with this? I may be terrifying, but I do not belong in a horror movie."

The doctor slapped his wooden back. "You crack me up. But this is not the time to fool around. You need to open him."

"O-open him?"

"With the scalpel, Dr. Short. You need to open the left side of the man's chest so that we can get to the heart."

"Uh...why would we want some heart?"

"I explained it to you this morning." He tapped his foot. "Were you ignoring me?"

"Depends. Do I always ignore you?"

"On a daily basis."

"Then go over it with me."

The doctor explained to him in great detail that the man's heart was failing. If he was not operated on by the end of the day, he would pass. But yesterday, he was blessed with a new heart. If the operation was successful, the man could have the rest of his life to look forward to.

Slappy had never found himself in a situation like this. If he fled, the man would surely die. If he stayed and performed the surgery...the man would still die. He looked at the scalpel, and then back at him. Then he got an idea. He chuckled and went to work.

A couple hours after surgery, the man was back in his room and with his family. He opened his eyes and saw that his wife and their three children were smiling with glee. But the smiles did not last.

His daughter screamed and pointed frantically at him. "Daddy is a freak!"

His wife's face went pale. "Honey...what happened?"

"What are you talking about? I feel great!"

Just then, a doctor came in with a clipboard. He was skimming through some papers.

"Doc," the man said. "I have never felt better. Why, I want to get out of this bed and conquer the world!"

"You think that you are healthy, but your scans say otherwise."

"What...what do you mean?"

"We were successful in switching the hearts. Your new heart is beating without complications."

"Then what is the problem?"

"Um...your heart is where your brain is supposed to be."

"What?!"

"That is not all." He sat on the edge of the bed. "Your brain is where your heart is. Every bone in your body was forced out of your skin. And you have no liver. Or kidneys." He smiled nervously. "But hey. You lost some weight. A lot of weight."

As soon as the surgery was completed, Dr. Short - I mean, Slappy - teleported to Shelly's room. She had cried herself to sleep, and tear marks were staining her cheeks. He ripped off the mask and gloves and lab coat and teleported on top of the bed.

"You are more gorgeous upfront," he rasped. "Are those tear marks on your cheeks? My beautiful bride, why were you crying? Is it because of the pain that you are in?"

Shelly's skin was covered in bruises. One of her eyes was purple and swollen. But Slappy still loved her. If he caught the thugs who did this, he would win her over for sure.

"You are lucky that I am making you mine," Slappy continued. "I have high standards for brides."

He was about to use his magic to heal her - when her eyes fluttered open.