I am back! Next chapter, ready. By the way, the parody of "I Can Hear The Bells" on here is mine. You can find the full parody in the "Hairspray" movie fandom category.
Roxanne: Hayilzz, Lorina Lee Belmont102 and forgetmenotflowers, thanks for reviewing. I would try, but...you know...he's still wooden on the inside so he can't actually feel pain.
Me: Slappy, thank the other two reviewers! Unless you want Roxanne to turn the tables and enslave you.
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That night, Roxanne returned to her room to find Slappy with one of his more evil smiles.
"So what do you want me to do?" she asked in a small voice.
"Explain what you were typing up." Slappy replied. "Finish it, and then print a copy for me."
"What?" Roxanne gasped. "You – you looked at-"
"Yes, I did." Slappy said impatiently. "Now do it!"
Roxanne had reached the end of the first chorus. Now she continued to write "Thank you, dark spell, you made me one with you today,
A girl of broken spirit, and all the tears I'm too afraid to shed
I'm too scared to tell you, now that I'm old enough to know
I couldn't break free if my fear-filled life depended on it..."
Roxanne's hands flew over the keyboard. Finally, she printed it and gave it to Slappy. He read it, his eyes occasionally lighting up. Finally he looked up. "You have a talent for expressing your feelings." he said. "Have you written anything else like this?"
"One." Roxanne said quietly. "A parody of a Hairspray song."
"Sing it then." Slappy ordered.
Roxanne took a deep breath and began "I can hear the birds.
Well, don't you hear them cry
I can feel my heartbeat skipping every time
And all because he...saw me
He blinked at me and smirked
Yes he met me, I knew about his quirks
But he likes me and he's what I'm all about..." Roxanne continued the song, her voice quieter at the beginning, more medium a little later, and finally at its highest volume when she sang the third-to-last "Listen! I can hear the birds" although her voice dipped lower as she sang the last two repeated lines. Finally, she looked at the floor and whispered "I wrote that when I was engaging in an imaginary relationship."
Slappy looked at the other song again. His eyes fell on one chunk in particular: "A girl of broken spirit, and all the tears I'm too afraid to shed
I'm too scared to tell you..." It was the scared part that he caught. Of course, fear was the first way he controlled his slaves. But now, Roxanne was already terrified enough. She'd still do as she was told, but being a slave just wasn't cutting it at the moment. No, he wanted Roxanne to become a willing slave. The only way Slappy could make that happen would be through careful manipulation and planning. Although he kept the emotion covered, Slappy wasn't completely confident in his ability to manipulate. It was easy to be cruel and dominating (in every way) but it was much harder to be...dare he even think it...nice, gentle.
But Slappy was nothing if not determined, and now he knew where he stood in Roxanne's mind, he had a much easier job. He wanted Roxanne to stop seeing him as the "evil doll" in one song and start seeing him as that boy who "blinked at her and smirked" in the other.
"Did I hurt you in the last few nights?" Slappy finally asked softly. "Tell the truth."
Roxanne averted her gaze. "Yes." she whispered.
"What I mean is..." Slappy began. "It's always going to hurt the first time. Did I hurt you in any other way?" Roxanne gave a very shy nod. This was all Slappy wanted to know. "OK, then. I'll try to be more gentle tonight." Roxanne still looked fearful, so he added "And whenever I do hurt you, just tell me."
An hour later...
Roxanne lay on the bed, still shivering a bit, but not crying. Slappy wrapped his arms around her, and she began to stop shaking. He really had been gentle, and Roxanne hadn't been hurt. The shivers were mainly because of the way she'd felt. Yes, she'd screamed, sighed, and altogether had begun to even enjoy the sensations that ran through her. She still felt scared, though. But when Slappy held her that way, she just stopped feeling scared.
Although Slappy's expression didn't change on the human exterior, the evil doll inside smirked and laughed, knowing what Roxanne's reactions meant. Already, the younger girl was well on the way to becoming in the frame of mind he wanted her to be in.
"You're beautiful." he whispered, knowing that however cliché that line was, it always worked with a girl. Roxanne didn't say anything, but a shy smile crept onto her face.
Roxanne was getting used to now sharing her bed with Slappy every night. She wasn't sure why she liked it, but it beat the floor. But anyway, that night, after Roxanne had fallen asleep, Slappy carefully disentangled himself from the girl and crept down the hallway. He knew that her parents were still awake until really late, and he'd suspected that they had noticed the change in their daughter.
Sure enough, he eavesdropped on their conversation, and they were talking about Roxanne.
"I'm really worried about her." her mother said. "It wasn't like her to make all those insults at the talent show and then run offstage, as if someone else had ruined it for her."
"She's acting strangely at home, too." her father answered. "She looks haunted and pale. Her face is as if she's scared that she'll do or say the wrong thing." It was true. Roxanne had always been reserved and shy, but her smiles had been more frequent, and she'd looked healthy too. Now, Roxanne's face was always pale and drawn, and she looked beaten.
"Whenever I ask her if something's wrong, she always shakes her head and won't answer." said her mother. "Ever since that day when she first tried to perform to us with the doll, it's been that way. I don't understand it."
"I think that's got to be the root of the problem." Roxanne's father replied. "Maybe you should suggest that she put him away in her closet or maybe the spare room for a bit. See if that helps."
"Maybe you're right." her mother sighed. "I just know she has so much potential as an actress or singer. She's just too shy to make the most of the opportunities. Maybe I should stop pushing her to perform."
Slappy had heard enough. He crept back to Roxanne's room, and slipped under the covers, pulling the sleeping girl closer. On inspection, he noticed that her face was nearly white, and she looked as scared as a child in a room full of savage crocodiles. He almost felt sorry for her. But that didn't make him want to quit his plan.
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