CHAPTER 2
Slappy's back
(NO QUOTATION MARKS BECAUSE I'M LAZY)
(ANDY'S P.O.V.) He wouldn't nor couldn't! Kyle yelled. You know what bitch! It doesn't matter what you think! One of the three yelled back. We'll be calling the police just so you know sister! The three left and slammed the door. I didn't do it! I yelled crying. Why am I the one always who is blamed for this? I'm sorry Andy. Kyle said to me. Some people believe only what they want to. You should go back into you're room and get some sleep. I nodded and turned back into my room.
(Later that Night) I heard a loud thud which woke me up. I looked over and saw my door shut. Kyle? I asked looking at it. The door didn't open. I now noticed that Slappy was no longer with me. I checked the surrounding parts of my bed. Nothing. I heard a light scream from down the hall. I quickly got up and ran to Kyle's room. It was locked. I heard footsteps from down the hall. They were coming towards my room. It was a cop. He was running down the hall. I heard a raspy laugh coming from behind him. I watched in horror as he fell forward and a knife was implanted in his back. On top of him was Slappy with the knife in his hand. In his hand was also a doughnut. You want a doughnut dirtbag? Slappy said shoving it into the cop's mouth. You may send people to jail, but tonight I'm sending you to HELL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Slappy stabbed the cop over and over with blood exploding out
of him. I was terrified watching this. The cop tried to scream but the doughnut was clocking his voice from exiting his mouth. When the cop was dead Slappy wiped the knife off and began talking to himself. Now with no police here to take my slave away, and no more people knowing about the skidmark of society, Peyton's, death, I only have one more person to kill before Andy is forever my slave. So just wait Kyle. I got a feelin, that tonight's gonna be a good night. HAHAHAHAHA!. Lightning cackled from outside and Slappy dragged the body to another room where I saw more bodies that weren't moving. Kyle then opened the door and walked out of her room. What's going on. I heard something. I ran to her and gave her a hug. Andy, what's wrong? she asked when I started trembling. Kyle,
Slappy's alive too. I just watched him kill a police man. He most likely killed master Peyton too. We have to get out of here before he gets back. Come on let's go. I pulled on her hand but she wasn't moving. Andy, you just had a bad dream, probably about Chucky. I know what we went through last year with Chucky was horrifying but he's dead. We kicked the shit out of him. But, I'll stay with you to help you get to sleep. Would you like that? she asked me. Yeah. I answered still scared.
(Kyle's P.O.V.) After Andy went to sleep, I went back into my room and tried to get to sleep, myself. I was nearly there but then my door creaked open. I heard raspy laughter and the classic "shing" sound. Oh, Kyle. I should thank you, for you just can't say no to a game of tag. Because of that, there's about to be a knife in your gut. I saw a tuxedo. I rose up quickly and kicked the wooden dummy across the room. It was Slappy. I was surprised but not as surprised as with Chucky. Good to see you breathe again Kyle. You won't be breathing very shortly so enjoy it. He raised a bloodied knife. Everyone in this orphanage has been slaughtered by my hand. And soon, you'll be joining them all licking Satan's ass crack in Hell for all eternity. HAHAHAHAhAhAh! Slappy laughed at his pun thinking it was hysterical. How are you even...alive? I asked.
Slappy cackled at the question. Kyle, think back when you first discovered me. What did Andy do that day? Did you find anything... odd. I shook my head. Dumbass.. Slappy scowled after saying this. The card. The one with the words "KARRU MARRI ODONNA LOMA MOLONU KARRANO". Him and I are one now Kyle. Andy Barclay is my slave. I've had three chances at a slave so far and I blew every one of them. This time, I'm NOT FUCKING AROUND! You're not Andy. Therefore, you can just die! Slappy concluded then jumped at me and pinned me down at the floor and attempted to stab me but I grabbed the remote and hit him with it. This took him by surprise and he dropped his knife which skidded across the room. He gasped and I picked up the dummy and tossed him outside of my door and attempted to shut it. I felt a surprisingly huge resistance from the dummy. He was getting the better of me and I now saw half his face.
"Is that your face or did a cat take a shit on its own hairball? I found a baseball bat and picked it up. Slappy burst in and I jabbed him with it forcing him out of the room. I quickly slammed the door and locked it. I ran to the knife and slipped it into my pocket. I breathed heavily out of fatigue. Fine, be that way. I'll just get Andy now!. Andy!. I realized. I walked out to see Slappy standing on a table. He leaped on me and began to strangle me. His door's locked! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I grabbed the knife and shoved it into his back. It didn't break the wood by I sensed it was closed as Slappy wailed and retreated into the darkness.