Over a week later, trouble was still happening on and off. Not every night, and when Randall had been let in, he didn't see anything. It just didn't happen that night. But he did want to help Wendy.

The new routine was practiced and Wendy was not thrilled to watch it. Slappy saw how the younger girl was not happy about this. He began his own little plot to get her into trouble again.

One night, she stayed up and kept her door a crack and she waited for the culprit. She saw the dummy walking about on his own! Once she heard him downstairs, she quietly followed.

Her parents were on the couch asleep after having watched a movie. Slappy picked up the guitar and was about to slam the guitar on one of her parents.

Wendy couldn't let it happen. She ran and slammed herself on the dummy, awakening her parents.

"What the?!" Heather shouted in fear.

"Wendy!" Tim cried out.

"How could you do that?" Heather asked.

"He was going to hit you guys, I had to stop him."

"Now you go about blaming Jayden's dummy? Wendy, I'm deeply disappointed in you." Tim said. "We'll talk about this in the morning. Now get back to bed."

Wendy knew there was no arguing with him.

Slappy liked this chaos. He was separated from the guitar by Heather. He was put back in Jayden's room. He didn't move again that night.

Wendy was getting tired of being blamed for all this trouble and now she knew who was causing it: Slappy the creepy dummy. But who would believe her? Randall might.

Soon, the punishment was over and Wendy was allowed to have a friend over for the first time. The friend got curious about her sister's room and found the dummies in there. She got too close to Slappy and he caused some more trouble.

It ended up with the friend breaking up their friendship and calling her the freak she was.

Her mom walked in on the trouble and her dad would be punishing her when he got home. Jayden wasn't happy with her either for being in her room without her permission.

Jayden locked Slappy and Brian up in her closet.

Wendy was not allowed to go to her playhouse for a week. But she always snuck down to get Randall his food. He would come to her room.

"It's that dummy. I saw him, Randall."

"Are you sure? Toys don't usually come alive."

"Randall, I'm not the type to cause trouble for my family. This only started after he came into the picture. I hate him! I want him gone! I'm tired of being blamed for his trouble!"

"I've tried to see what's causing the trouble and I haven't seen anything."

"He just doesn't seem to do anything when you're in here. Maybe he knows you're in here, I don't know."

"I'll keep a look out tonight."

"Thanks."

Wendy slept while Randall watched from the ceiling. He soon heard noises that sounded like shoe footsteps. He went over the cracked open door and staying on the ceiling, he saw what she had talked about. This was the proof she needed, another witness seeing it.

Randall opened the door and followed him. He kept his movements so stealthy he couldn't be heard or seen. He stayed invisible.

He saw Slappy open some cupboards. He began throwing things about making loud crashes. It woke the whole house. Randall had to stop this.

Slappy suddenly heard a growling noise and out of nowhere, he was hit into a wall. But when there were footsteps running from upstairs, Randall quickly ran out the door.

Slappy was winded, but fine. That had been strange. That had never happened before. He had just been hit out of nowhere. He just stayed at the wall, pretending to be just a toy.

Wendy was the first downstairs and saw the mess. "What happened?"

When her parents got down there, they were convinced she did it. "Wendy, I know you might be mad, but this is going too far." Tim said.

"I didn't do this, Dad. He did!" She pointed at Slappy at the wall.

"Don't you feed us that lie. Get upstairs now!" Tim ordered.

"Jayden, get your dummy and take him upstairs and lock him up." Heather said.

Jayden picked Slappy up and took him back upstairs and put him in his case, locking it.

Tim and Heather cleaned up the mess and were going to be tired and cranky the next day.

Wendy went to find out later to find out what happened with Randall.

"I saw him sacking the kitchen. I stopped him."

"But not before it got me blamed again."

"I'm sorry."

"Just stay out here tonight. I'll take care of this when I can." Wendy said.

Randall got his own food the next few days from sneaking into the kitchen. Wendy didn't come out to see him. She was mad at him. He had tried to help, but she got punished over and over again.

He knew it was about time for him to move on again. But he did want to help her beat this problem before he moved on. She had saved his life after all, fed him, and most all, been his friend without her family finding out about him.