I stood up with a stretch. 'That's the final piece.' I thought before stepping back. I had just finished putting my new dresser together. Once Slappy and I had arrived in Miami, Florida, I had bought us an apartment, under a new name. Now that I was finished with the dresser, we were officially move in, I just had to put my new clothes into the dresser. I turned and put my tools up, before taking the tool box and putting it back under the kitchen sink. I turned to go back to my room, passing Slappy in the living room on my way. Honestly, he's been rather quiet today. It was rather curious.
I got back to my room and started on putting my clothes up when Slappy came in and hopped up onto his normal place on my bed. "Ya know, every since you messed with those spells. I've been having to deal with things other then dark hatred and sadism, it's not natural for a guy like me. I mean doll, i was made out of the wood from a COFFIN for hell's sake. I was created for the pure purpose of carrying on my creater's dark sadistic will, but then you got me, and unlike the other fleshy meatbags who've had me, you actually have a brain and the power to back your will up. Had I not met you, I'd probably be tormenting some poor stupid sap, before being put back to sleep somehow. Honestly, it's a little terrifying, and I don't like feeling fear, reminds me too much of Wally." Slappy said, watching me put the clothes up. I paused and looked at him, "Wally?" I asked him. "Crazy, psychopathic brother. Tried killing me more than a few times." He quickly explained. I nodded in understanding, before resuming my task. "Well, Slappy, I have no idea what to tell you, other than everything will figure itself out eventually. I know we don't exactly get along very well, but I've come to think of you as a friend." I told him. I could practically feel the indignation and embarrassment coming from him. I chuckled quietly, before finishing up.
I turned back to Slappy, to find him staring ever so intently at the bedspread. "Come on, let's get started on dinner, unless you want to starve?" I asked him. He shot up immediately. "Alright, human, food. I forget that you fleshy things need it. I don't need it, I just prefer it." He retorted. I chuckled, before rolling my eyes. "Sure, whatever you say, puppet." I replied and we made our way to the kitchen. Slappy sat at the table with a thick, leather bound book filled with a shit-ton of law stuff that I didn't understand. I sighed and got to work. I pulled out a steak and sat it in the sink to thaw, before taking out a large potato and wrapping it in a wet paper towel and stuck in the microwave for about 3 minutes. I pulled out a bag of frozen fries and started the process of frying them.
All in all it took about an hour to finish cooking. I had cut the steak and potato in half and put them on two different plate, before taking the fries and diving them up between the two of us. I put steak sauce and sour cream on the steak and potatoes respectively. With one last look, I nodded and took the plates over to the table. I placed one in front of Slappy, before sitting down and starting on my own plate. A comfortable silence fell over the two of us. Slappy finally placed the book down to the side and began eating. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. It was curious, I wondered where it all went. I mean, he's a puppet, right? So, where does it go? I shook my head, bringing myself back to the real world before speaking. "We need to figure something out about the Russians. I'm really getting tired of being hunted down." I said. Slappy nodded, "You're not the only one doll." He replied, before sending a quick glance at the book. "Well, I have an idea. If you were to report to the authorities that Russians were hunting you down, you could be put under agent watch and they wouldn't be able to get at you as easily as it is when it's just you and I, and I'm not exactly very useful in a fight." He replied. I nodded, "That's actually a good idea. I didn't even think about that. Actually, I have connections with the U.S. Government. That...that could actually work." I said, several thoughts running through my head, plans and ideas flying.
Once we were done eating, I retreated to my new workshop, Slappy following me at a slower pace. I entered and grabbed my stylus, a wand-like object used to write runes, and slid it into my back pocket, before I wandered all over my workshop, grabbing different things and moving certain things, before pausing. I placed everything back from where I had gotten them before pulling my phone out. "Hey, ya it's me...Listen there's been a problem...It's the Russians this time. I've had to teleport to several different places in the past month and a half...Ya...Thanks...1031 Eve Road, Miami, Florida...how many?...Alright, thanks." I said to the person on the other side of the phone. I turned to Slappy, "So, good news or bad news first?" I asked. He glared at me, "Give me the bad news first Doll." He responded. "Alright, so there is a whole team of agents coming. Half of them to protect me, the other half to hunt down the Russians. The good news is I'm getting protection." I told him, "But they know nothing about magic, so I have to figure out a way to hide you without putting you to sleep." I walked over to my spell book, turning the pages, trying to find an answer. Slappy seemed to be in deep thought as well.
It was about 2 hours later that I found the answer to our problem. "I found something!" I exclaimed with a shout. Slappy jumped at my shout, almost falling off the table. I winced, "Sorry, bout that, but I found something." I told him, before approaching his table. "It's simple. According to some notes I took a very long time ago on familiar bonds, If you trust me, and I trust you, it would give you more abilities, including the ability to turn into a tattoo on my skin." I informed him. Slappy nodded, before hesitating, "Trust?" He asked warily. I nodded, "Yes, trust. It's a bit ironic and weird, but I trust you." I said confidently. 'Damn my trusting ways are gonna get me killed one day.' Slappy seemed to be thinking it over, glancing at me several times. It seemed like time slowed down before he responded with a minuscule nod, "Yes, I trust you too, Doll." He replied. I grinned, "Careful, one may think your wooden little hearts going soft." I responded. Slappy rolled his eyes, before closing them. Not to long after, Slappy was a tattoo on my arm, before moving to his normal spot on my back near my shoulders. I grinned, it had worked. Which leads me to wonder, what all abilities will result from our now proven to be stronger relationship?
