Drifting in the void that is the book, Slappy was lost in thought, thinking about everyone, mostly of his (Y/n). Where was his beloved? He felt guilty for not being there for her, for leaving her alone. Maybe if he wasn't acting like a horny teen at the time, he would be there with (Y/n). Be there with her so nothing bad would have happened, but... it's too late. Sighing, Slappy closed his eyes and was lost in thought, but miles and miles away from Slappy's location, was a new illusion forming. (Y/n) had awoken and was now trapped in hers. But did she know how she would be able to handle this?

This is where our story begins. The middle of the story.

~~~ 3rd person point of view; watching (Y/n) (M/n) (L/n) ~~~

Groaning, (Y/n) sat up and felt her head. What happened? She can only remember a few things that were fuzzy. She remembered R.L Stine, T.S Slappy AKA Snappy, B.S AKA Wally, her family, her friends, and Slappy the fucking dummy. Thinking about Slappy not only made her feel bitter because of thinking of him dancing with Mary-Ellen, but because of thinking he never truly loved her. But snapping out of her thoughts, she looked around and saw she was in an antique store, the place seemed abandoned, dusty, nearly on the edge of breaking down, but when (Y/n) looked down to look at the floor, she was high up and felt... small. She panicked and went to a back and hit a wall. She looked to her sides to see old, worn out toys that were smaller than her or just her size.

"What the hell?" She thought to herself before looking at her hands that seemed to be plastic. She felt all of her fears clouding her mind, which lead to her jumping down from the shelf. Yes, she tumbled and hit a old dresser and might have knocked down a old picture, but now isn't the time! She got up and looked up at everything, everything was terrifyingly huge. (Y/n) ran from her location, freaking out. Why is this happening to her? Why is (Y/n) not with the others? Why is she trapped in her own hell? A million questions were to be asked, but in all due time, it will fall together.

She bumped into a mirror and looked at her appearance. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair was now at shoulder length, made of horse hair it seems that is just the right shade of (h/c), her (e/c) eyes now had a coat of clear paint glossing over them to make them shinny, she looked brand new and seemed like she came from the 1800s thanks to the dress she was wearing. "Why am I a puppet?" She asked herself as she felt her cheek that had a rosy shade of blush on them. A bell rung into the shop making (Y/n) snap out of it and run behind a bookshelf. (Y/n) watched from behind that bookshelf and saw an elder looking man enter the shop and sit at the desk, doing something. He looked like the drama teacher from her school, Mr. Black

A gust of wind came through and hit (Y/n) causing her to look. A vent. Letting out a airy chuckle, (Y/n) tried to open the vent, but couldn't thanks to the shelf. (Y/n) groaned before putting her hands on the wall and her legs on the shelf. She used her full strength to push the shelf just as another ring came from the shop. And like magic and coincidence, the shelf fell as a child looked at the shelf in shock while (Y/n) opened the vent again and crawled out. The man from the desk came over to the shelf and child and started to question the kid on why he would knock down the bookshelf as the kid tried to say they didn't do it. (Y/n) was smiling and was getting dusty thanks to the dust in the vent.

Finally getting outside, (Y/n) smiled and looked at the sky. A crystal blue sky with a few clouds. She knew this was not going to be an easy quest to find her friends, but she also knew that if she can mange this and escape to find them, then she would be able to kick the living hell out of Slappy and hug him before slapping him and ending Mary-Ellen for once and for all. Taking the clothes on her back, she went off and started walking, making her way to who knows where. "Don't worry Slappy, I'll find you," she thought to herself as the long journey went on. Little did she know, just miles away in a town in New York, Halloween was being set up for the year.

"Although, maybe on the way I can find better clothes for travel. A dress just isn't meant to be ruined," (Y/n) told herself before chuckling. This may only be the middle of the story for The Dummy And The Human, but remember, there is always a beginning, a middle, and a twist before the end.

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the first part of this. It may be a bit off the bat and not what you read and the description isn't what I had last time and all of that, but things happen. But this is what I have plan. Not only am I winging it still, but I know wholeheartedly that this is not the last as people also know that the movies aren't even over. The show has only just begun. I hope you'll enjoy this story as much as you enjoyed the first one.