He untied my bindings to the chair and lifted me up by the chin. His hands were soft, but gripped me firmly. I tried to writhe my way out of his grip, but he was too strong. His bony fingers clasped me with force. He grabbed the rope used to bind me to the chair and wound it around my hands tightly, tying me back up. He hauled me to the gate.

He called over to Jimmy, who rushed over in a hurry. I studied his new face while the light of the candle immersed it. He had a strong jaw, with a little buttchin, which made me snicker to myself. His cheeks were bony, but went with the structure of his face. The freckles complemented his ferocious irises, and made him appear friendlier to the eyes. His upper lip was thinned out, while his lower lip was plumper. His eyebrows were thick and furrowed in contempt, but his dense eyelashes gave him a less angry look. I couldn't believe I was going to say this, but I kind of started to like what I was looking at.

Slappy lugged me out of the gate, then out of the door, Jimmy directly behind us. I tried to scream, but Slappy slammed his hand on my mouth. I bit down on his hand, hard. He yelled out in pain. He pulled my hair roughly and pushed me into a car. He jumped in back with me. Jimmy got into the driver's seat and started it.

"You know where to go, Jimmy," Slappy declared. Jimmy stepped on the gas and the car started moving. Slappy held me close to him. My head sat on his chest. I could hear his heart beating faintly. I'm surprised he even has one of those.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked. He didn't answer for a long while. The car ride fell silent.

"I'm taking US to our new home," he responded blankly. He stared out of the window and at the columns of trees on the side of the road.

"Us? New home? I don't want to live with you! I want to go home!" I screeched. Slappy grabbed my hair and brought my face up to his.

"Listen, Amy," he narrowed his intense eyes at me. "You're going to live with me, you're going to be mine forever. I don't care if you scream or cry or beg, I am never letting you go back to your family."

"You can't do this, Slappy!"

"MASTER," he screamed in my face.

"I don't want to call you that. I will NEVER call you that!" I screamed back in his. We were both staring at each other, our eyes locking at an impasse. He smirked at me.

"Fine, Amy. That's fine," he chuckled. He grabbed a hold of my chin. "I guess you don't want food, or a home at all either. Oh, and while I'm at it, I might as well use the other pages I stole from the book and turn you into a mindless zombie like Jimmy. Or, I can turn myself into a horrific monster and eat you like the delectable little snack you are. Would you prefer that, Amy?"

I looked away from his penetrating eyes. I started to tear up a little. I could feel my chest flaring up in sadness. I didn't want to live like this. I didn't want to be under this evil creep's thumb for the rest of my life. I was overwhelmed. I burst into tears.

Slappy looked at me with disdain. His eyes still glaring at me as I wept. He then let out a long sigh and shut his eyes. He put his hand on my head and pet my hair softly. I'm not your pet.

"Don't cry, Amy," he cooed. He put a finger from his free hand up to his mouth and made a shh sound. "I'm not going to eat you. I was only kidding."

"How can you expect me not to cry in a situation like this? You steal from me, kidnap me, turn yourself human and expect me to respond to every beck and call. Why me, huh? Why me? Didn't I make it obvious that I despise you? Why can't you get that through your thick skull?! Kidnapping me and forcing me into this won't make me hate you any less!" I screamed shakily, my heart thudding wildly. He stared at me, eyes narrowed. His lips were pursed together. Suddenly he spoke.

"You know, you're right. But here's the flaw in your logic… I don't CARE that you hate me, nor do I care that you don't like the situation you're in," he hissed, eyebrows furrowing into rage. "What you don't seem to understand, my dear, is that I hold the aces here. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

I let out a heavy sigh and continued to cry. My eyes were filled to the brim with warm tears. I could feel myself shivering in sorrow.

"So, cut the waterworks and shut your face," he pulled me close to him again, digging my face into his chest. My tears seeped into his jacket. I just want to go home. He continued to pet my hair. It felt kind of relaxing, actually.

Time went by as the car glided smoothly across the dark, winding road. An hour must have gone by since we left. Arguing with Slappy must have made the time go by quickly.

"Jimmy, how much farther?" Slappy declared. His constant stroking was making me sleepy. I was starting to fall asleep.

"We'll be there shortly," Jimmy's soothing, monotonous voice called from the driver's seat.

"I asked you how much longer," Slappy snarled in response.

"At least another hour, master."

"Okay," Slappy sunk back into the seat. I looked up at him, still teary eyed. He combed his thick hair with his free hand. He had a look of concern on his face. What does he have to be concerned about?

He was still caressing my head, fondling my hair with his long fingers. I've calmed down a bit, my eyes less soggy from sobbing. I eventually dozed off.

I felt someone shaking me violently. My eyes widened as I awoke. The car had stopped moving and appeared to be parked in a relatively vacant lot. There were few cars, and some of them looked like they haven't been used in weeks, maybe months. Or even years.

"Wake up," Slappy demanded, rocking me to make sure I was awake. He forcefully pulled me from the back seat and out of the car. Jimmy locked the car as he stepped out. I looked around the lot. It was dead.

"Where are we?" I sleepily whined. It looked like a graveyard. It wasn't until I turned my head that I saw an enormous, gaping mouth. I screeched.

"Home," Slappy responded with a cackle. He pushed me towards the mouth. It looked like an entrance to somewhere. The mouth was green, with massive spikes jutting out from the top, I assumed they were the teeth. The inside of the mouth had a snake-like tongue, similar to that of a red carpet. Slappy continued to shove me into the cavernous void. Jimmy followed behind.

"What is this place?" I asked cautiously, my mind exploring the possibilities.

"Welcome, Amy," he giggled. He put a hand on my eyes as we fully entered the mouth. I could feel a rush of air as we walked in. The smell was putrid, but also intoxicating. It smelled like sweat, rot, and popcorn… not a pleasant combination. I could hear screeching and howling from far away. Rumbling noises could be heard close by, accompanied by the screams. I could hear deep laughter emanating from loud speakers. Where the fuck am I?

"Welcome to Horrorland!"

AWWWWshit, son! I brought 'em to Horrorland :D