A/N: The story was inspired from two places. My own personal wonder of what happened to Jillian while and after her possession from Slappy at the end of Bride of the Living Dummy, and from the fanfics that were done from the very talented writer, Ms. ZabbieQ. I hope you enjoy the story (and her's which you should definitely read)! :)
"You're on in five!" said a man with black headphones on.
"Okay!" replied the tall raven-black haired girl with two different colored eyes.
The girl was Jillian Zinman. Jillian was seated on a black sofa in a cream-colored room surrounded by various motivational posters. The snarky girl thought they were cheesy, scoffing at most of them. However there were three that caught her eye.
The first made her think of her family. The poster had a happy family sitting together at a dinner table laughing and enjoying each other's company while playing a board game. The poster said "Family time is the BEST time!". Jillian thought about how hard it was for her family on a bad day in her life. How much their relationships were strained during those dark weeks. But she also remembered how supportive they have been to her in this troubling time.
The second poster contained a picture of a little boy with his distressed friend. She was crying and the little boy had put his arm around her in a hug as she leaned on his shoulder. She read the words on the poster out loud to herself.
"Friends ALWAYS help friends." she said to herself.
She found the words slighty cheesy. But Jillian immediately thought of her best friend, Harrison, and smiled. He always checked on Jillian during her time under Slappy's influence and always looked to the brighter side. There were days she was herself, but on her dreaded bad days, she couldn't control herself. Couldn't control her words, and sometimes her actions. The thoughts were almost, almost helping her with her nervousness and reluctance of her current situation. But the third poster, was the most affecting.
The third poster said, "Don't worry!" at the top and, "Be happy!" at the bottom. With the picture of kids at a birthday party, laughing at a clown. Instant thoughts of her horrifying past flooded her mind like a tidal wave of horror. Thoughts of her finally knowing about her sisters' constant torment by Mary-Ellen the Doll, the disgusting horror of Eddie Simkin's birthday party, Slappy the Dummy's torment, her soul that was stained by his evil...
She found it hard to balance the good and the bad of her past under Slappy's influence. She always found herself going back regret. Regret of not cancelling her second gig in her aspirations of being a comedic entertainer, of keeping Slappy for Harrison instead of heeding Jimmy O'James' warning, of the horrible things she said and did...
It was too much for Jillian. It had been four months since the incident, but the thoughts still affected her so.
"Why me?" she wailed to herself as she began to cry. She quickly tried to rebound and she went to the restroom in the waiting room to wipe her tears. All the past horror flying around in her mind shifting to one scene of torment to another.
"Snap out of it." she said quietly to herself. "Come on Jill, snap-out-of-it."
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, while wiping her sad eyes - being careful not to smudge her makeup. When she finished, she saw her complete reflection. She still retained her features, black hair, fair skin, her (sometimes annoying) height. But her eyes were different. She had one beautiful jade-green eye, and one cold cerulean-blue eye. A constant reminder of her possession from Slappy.
Slappy got into a scuffle with Mary-Ellen after he rejected her in violent fashion for his true "bride" in poor Jillian. Mary-Ellen wasn't pleased and the two evil toys began rolling and fighting in the puke-covered basement (done by Slappy) all the way into Mr. Zinman's workshop where his large table-buzzsaw sat. Slappy forced the big hideous doll through the saw, cutting her in half. But Mary-Ellen had one final act of evil and held on to Slappy, cutting him in half as well. Unlike Mary-Ellen, Slappy's spirit didn't die. He latched onto the closest living thing to his body which was Jillian.
She had the help of her savvy family, Jimmy O'James, and her best friend Harrison to finally defeat him and regain full control of her body. But her eye and mind was affected by the cleansing - one last final act of evil from Jillian's tormentor.
Jillian sighed and regained her composure. "I won." she said to herself. "I beat that creep!"
She tried to add gusto to her chant to herself. To will herself. But she still had a tinge of doubt. Suddenly, Mrs. Zinman knocked and walked into the room to check on Jillian.
"Ready Jill?" she asked brightly with an easy smile.
"I guess so." came the glum reply. "Just freshening up for my public head-shrinking."
"Now, now honey." Mrs. Zinman said shaking her index finger at Jillian, "You know that's not what this is."
"Just kidding." laughed Jillian - hoping that her mother bought it.
Mrs. Zinman walked over to her daughter who was standing by the sofa. She gave her a warm hug then looked down at her with a sympathetic expression.
"Jillian, I know it's been rough. Your father and I know it's been hard for you. But we called this show to help you, not embarrass you. We think it would be a pleasant experience for you. So please don't be afraid to speak your mind, okay? Can you trust your parents on this one, hun?" Mrs. Zinman asked calmly.
Jillian nodded, and her mother gave her one more squeeze and a kiss on her forehead.
"You'll be fine, trust me. It's called The Strange Report for a reason, honey." she assured her troubled daughter. At that, Mrs. Zinman then left the dressing room.
"I sure hope so." Jillian thought to herself as she slunk back down into her seat. She was having doubts. She was about to go on national television to admit the worst of experience of her young life. An experience that not only left a mark on her emotionally but physically.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's just a small taste of things to come in this story!