A girl in a red dress ran down the building with a man who is dragging her down the basement until they locked the door. The man in a magician's outfit told the girl to wait by the corner. The girl obliged, and she ran over to the corner of the basement. The magician opened the book, flip through the pages and found a spell to stop something that is coming after him and the girl. They hear the hard knock on the basement door. The girl gasped at the sound and hid behind the magician.
"He's coming!" She cried out.
"Stay behind me, Clara. I won't let him get you. I can stop him." He said. Suddenly, the candles went out and the basement is dark. The magician felt Clara gripping on his jeans. "It's going to be alright, Clara."
"You think you can stop him from getting us?" Clara asks. The magician places his hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Of course. I can stop that dummy from getting you and me." He assured her. "I won't let him hurt you."
"You think so?" A shrill voice asked in the shadows. Clara gasped and look over to see the candles lit up on their own and there is a ventriloquist dummy sitting on the red chair, glaring at the two. His eyes are dark, his wooden hair is dark, and wearing a dark gray suit with a white shirt underneath with a red tie and a fake flower clipped on the suit. His wooden eyelids drop a little, moving his eyes around.
"...How did you get here?" The magician asks. "I locked the door."
"You have many tricks, papa." The dummy spoke. "I learned them from you. I know you too well. Just how you know me. You created me." The magician glared at the dummy. Clara hid behind him. "Where is my bride-to-be, papa? She wouldn't want to miss our wedding day."
"She is not yours to take! She will never be your bride or slave!" The magician said. "Leave my daughter out of this, you stupid dummy!" The dummy's wooden eyebrows furrowed in anger.
"Who you calling 'dummy', dummy?"
"Slappy, it's just you and me. Leave Clara alone. You can't take her away. She's all I have!" The magician said. The dummy cackled. The magician started to chant the spell that is in a different language. Slappy was about to stop his creator until he felt his body grow limp. The magician quickly picked up the evil dummy and put him in the box and put a lock on it. Clara watches in silent as her father locks the box.
"What now?" She asks.
"I must get rid of my mistake." The magician said. "You're safe now. We all are." He picked up the box and head up to the door and unlock it. He turned back to his daughter. "Stay home. I'll be back soon." He told her before leaving the basement to get to the front door. Clara went out the front door to see her father dragging the box down the street. Lightning flashed in a night sky, and thunder rumbles the area. The magician hurried down the street, he sees a park ahead of him.
'I have to get rid of Slappy. He's too evil. I shouldn't made him and give him a soul.' He thought.
*Author's note: My first Goosebumps fanfic with our favorite dummy, Slappy! And I wanted to use the movie verse of Slappy from the new Goosebumps film. I love that film! So great! I wanted to see it again!*