Dummy's Girl (Slappy X Reader)

Dummy's Girl (Slappy X Reader)

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I'm not like Stine's monsters he created....at least I don't think I am. I'm basically just a Dummy that looks like Annabelle, (like in the cover) I do live with R.L Stine's house but I usually don't appear at daytime. I have my ways around the place tho. Stine warned me about a dummy he calls "Slappy" I don't understand why he doesn't want me to meet a new dummy? too shy, perhaps? it doesn't matter to me though, I understand he might not wanna talk. i'm shy too! Hell, I hide in the vents when people come. Well, enough talk, sit back and relax have some popcorn or soda and enjoy the book! :)
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"I had to face the facts. I am in love with the dummy." - Shelly Madison ----------------------------- All that Slappy wanted was to be part of a family. But then, he gets the idea of making a family of his own. He will have a wife and kids. His plan is set in motion. All that he needs is to find a bride. ----------------------------- *Sequel to A Dummy's Lady* ----------------------------- Slappy was facing her, and his entire wooden body was turned in her direction. Shelly did not leave him like that. His wooden legs were crossed, and his hands were in his lap. There was a small object that he was holding between his thumb and fingers. Shelly noticed the object and managed to get it out of his grasp. She examined it closely. "Oh my gosh," she said. "A flower." It was not just any flower. The flower was purple. And her favorite color was purple. She looked at Slappy, and then back at the flower. She was at a lost for words. "Creepy," Shelly finally said to sum up the whole situation. She set the flower on the table and took one last look at the puppet - and gasped when Slappy winked at her. That was enough for her to freak out. "Ah!" Shelly screamed at the top of her lungs. She dashed out of the room and hurried to her bedroom. Her bedroom was upstairs, so she scurried up the stairs and into her room. She shut her door and breathed heavily. Her back was pressed against the door. "Is...is he alive?"

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