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~It was near 11:38, and Olivia was at her computer. The sounds of fingers hitting away on the keys was the only thing that was dancing in the air. After she put the thing (she refused to call Slappy by his name) in a closet in another room, she did some recurche on the dummy. But it has been over 3 hours and the only thing she found was movies that involved evil dolls, like Dead Silents and Chucky, custom made dolls, and a few CreepyPasta stories that involved dummies. Her hands never stopped shacking, not even after she cleaned up the red on her carpet. The fear of knowing the fact that she has an object that was alive and doing wickedness harm to her family. Then oddly enough, she found a little article that came up after a Chucky fanfiction. This intrigued her and she clicked on it. The website lead her to a passage that talked about a ventriloquist dummy that came to life after reading a spell. There were others like it, how it turn the writers families onto them to the point to not believing in them and face the thing on her own. She was glad that she didn't tell anybody about Slappy.

Yet.

But there was a problem: they each had a different defeats of the dummy. She looked at the dates on the articles and saw that they took place in altered time lines. She paused to think. 'Why is it so hard to destroy it? How indestructible is the little bugger?!' Then she thought up a bigger one: 'If I destroy him, will he return?? These stories have him in it all well and kicking (excepted the last one where he had a cracked up face in the one where the cusien turned into a dummy), but how was he able to come back alive. Does he never die? Is his spirit the glue that is keeping it's hollow shell so perfectly in order? Then she thought of the man at the store. She remembered that he looked frighten at the dummy. Olivia knew that he had the answers she needed, but the warnings from Slappy came back to her.

Olivia was feeling so cold when she recalled the voice that uttered from him. She so badly wanted to tell somebody, but the eyes of the chicken drew her back to her realizing that Slappy isn't afraid to up his game. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 12:01. Time cought up to her and she felt sleepy. But she couldn't let go of the thoughts that she just conger up. She has to think of a way to get rid of Slappy on her own.~

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Like the old saying goes, the calm before the storm.........

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~It was near 11:38, and Olivia was at her computer. The sounds of fingers hitting away on the keys was the only thing that was dancing in the air. After she put the thing (she refused to call Slappy by his name) in a closet in another room, she did some recurche on the dummy. But it has been over 3 hours and the only thing she found was movies that involved evil dolls, like Dead Silents and Chucky, custom made dolls, and a few CreepyPasta stories that involved dummies. Her hands never stopped shacking, not even after she cleaned up the red on her carpet. The fear of knowing the fact that she has an object that was alive and doing wickedness harm to her family. Then oddly enough, she found a little article that came up after a Chucky fanfiction. This intrigued her and she clicked on it. The website lead her to a passage that talked about a ventriloquist dummy that came to life after reading a spell. There were others like it, how it turn the writers families onto them to the point to not believing in them and face the thing on her own. She was glad that she didn't tell anybody about Slappy.

Yet.

But there was a problem: they each had a different defeats of the dummy. She looked at the dates on the articles and saw that they took place in altered time lines. She paused to think. 'Why is it so hard to destroy it? How indestructible is the little bugger?!' Then she thought up a bigger one: 'If I destroy him, will he return?? These stories have him in it all well and kicking (excepted the last one where he had a cracked up face in the one where the cusien turned into a dummy), but how was he able to come back alive. Does he never die? Is his spirit the glue that is keeping it's hollow shell so perfectly in order? Then she thought of the man at the store. She remembered that he looked frighten at the dummy. Olivia knew that he had the answers she needed, but the warnings from Slappy came back to her.

Olivia was feeling so cold when she recalled the voice that uttered from him. She so badly wanted to tell somebody, but the eyes of the chicken drew her back to her realizing that Slappy isn't afraid to up his game. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 12:01. Time cought up to her and she felt sleepy. But she couldn't let go of the thoughts that she just conger up. She has to think of a way to get rid of Slappy on her own.~

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Like the old saying goes, the calm before the storm.........

Happy Reading