{Theodore's POV}

Cold. Hard. Under my hands. My body. What hap...where was I? What...one second I was in darkness, and now…

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog that was slowing my thoughts. I was on my hands and knees on some...surface. One that seemed vaguely familiar.

I raised one of my hands from the surface. It glistened, as if tiny lights had been trapped in my palm. I pressed my hand to my face, and sat back with shock.

My face was...wet. Yes, that was the term. Wet. Water. I looked back down at the surface I was on. It looked grainy, and when I dragged a finger across it, it felt grainy too. Looking up, I took in my surroundings.

Buildings. Big buildings. Lampposts. Utility poles with telephone wires. Overturned cars and frozen people. I was on a road. It was then I realized.

I was out of the book.

Overjoyed, I began to quietly laugh. My voice-box crackled and I ran a few test laughs and pre-recorded scripts to warm it up. As I was finishing, a disturbing thought bloomed in the back of my mind and crept into my current thoughts. I was out of the book. But, I was not the only...monster, in that book. He was there too. If I got out, he would have gotten out too.

So where is-?

"Welcome back, Teddy." I stiffened, my endo-skeleton creaking with age as I turned to look behind me. Suit perfectly tailored, the red flower corsage still in bloom. Plastic hair without a scratch. Wood polished to a sheen. My jaw snapped closed with a clink.

"Slappy," His name hissed out of my mouth, drenched in a permanent coat of venom.

"Did you miss me, Teddy?" The ventriloquist doll taunted me with his favorite nickname of mine.

"To think that I actually did at one point makes me want to retch," I kept my eyes locked on his, imagining that I was boring two holes through his head. I had missed him at one point. And I regretted doing so.

"You did? That's, quite a shock," He said with mock surprise as his eyebrows shot up his forehead.

"Trust me, it didn't last long," I shifted my body so that my midsection wasn't uncomfortably twisted around. Now on my hands and knees facing him, I was about to stand up, when he spoke again.

"You may not have missed me, Teddy, but I sure missed you," I stilled my movements as Slappy reached into the inside pocket of his suit. My mouth fell open when he pulled out a cassette tape. The label, still after years of age, clearly read "Track 2 - Emotions". I gasped when I noticed the two tape cassette player behind him. I knew that player. I could clearly see my name scratched in calligraphy along the top.

Chuckling, he turned and pulled it closer so that it was next to him. He looked at me, and winked. It was only then that I realized what he was going to do.

"No, no, don-!" My voice caught as he slid the tape into the player. My body fell to the ground, my face inches from his shoes. My hand grabbed for the player, and he pulled it away. I closed it in defeat, and let it fall the ground. He kneeled down next to me, chuckling.

"Yes I have," He gave my head a pat that was none too gentle, as my emotions already started to stir and multiply, even with no music. There was no end. Even after being trapped in a book for years, he still tortured me. There was no end.

As tears of oil began to trickle down my face, a sob racked my already exhausted body.

I bit back a second sob as he pressed 'Play'.

There was no end.