Author: Solar Winded Flare PM
Amanda was able to escape Dark Falls when she was twelve, but now she's sixteen, and when she gets a call from a certain dead boy, she's given an ultimatum: be his, or her family will suffer the consequences. Ray x Amanda, some Slappy x Amy. Rated T to be safe.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 30 - Words: 29,907 - Reviews: 59 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 04-28-13 - Published: 12-09-12 - id: 8778981
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A/N: R.L. Stine owns Amy, Slappy, Ray, and Amanda. I don't own anything.
Chapter 2 - Snowfall
Amanda didn't get much sleep after her talk with Ray.
How could she? Just the thought of Ray made her shiver. Something in her gut told her that he meant what he said about coming to retrieve her and that scared her more than anything.
Finally, she heard a knock on the door.
"Amanda, come on, the bus comes in ten minutes," Josh said through the door. "And Mom just made breakfast. You'd better hurry up."
With a sigh, Amanda dragged herself out of bed and got ready for the day. After running a brush through her hair, she made her way downstairs to greet her family.
Her father already left for work and her mother was busy cooking eggs. Amanda plopped down next to Josh at the table.
"It's about time," he remarked. "You're usually the one knocking on my door to wake me up. You okay? You look like a zombie."
Amanda yawned. "Yeah, just tired. Hey, Mom, can I have scrambled eggs?"
"Sure, honey. Just give me a minute."
Her mother set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Josh, who wasted no time in digging in.
As Amanda watched her brother pig out, she couldn't help but smile. If Ray ever did succeed in kidnapping her, she'd miss her younger brother the most. Josh, while immature, was funny when he was in the right mood. He noticed Amanda watching him and purposely began to chew his eggs with his mouth open, earning a giggle from his sister.
Mrs. Benson turned around and scowled. "Joshua! Close your mouth!"
Josh smirked and did as he was told, but he shot a glance towards Amanda.
Yeah, she'd miss him most of all. He always knew how to make her laugh.
What am I thinking? Amanda thought. Ray isn't going to come all the way out here and kidnap me. I'll be fine.
Even so, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.
Amy looked at herself in the mirror. Giving herself a once-over, she got up and grabbed a jacket. Right when she was about to slip the jacket on, she began to feel weird.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
The bad feeling in her gut made her remember a dummy she once owned, a dummy named Slappy. He would always play pranks on her and her family, and then Amy would be forced to take the blame. She remembered those days; a strained relationship with her parents and her sister, almost being sent to a psychologist...
Amy shook herself from her thoughts. The bad feeling in her gut was probably something school-related. Maybe one of her friends was upset with her or something.
Besides, she ditched all those dolls when she started high school. There was nothing to fear.
She made her way to the bus stop and waited alone.
That's odd, she thought. Where are the other kids? They're usually here by now.
Above her, clouds covered the sun and snow began to fall. Flurries soon turned into a blizzard, and pretty soon, Amy was shivering and she couldn't see. All she could hear was the merciless downfall of snowflakes and... footsteps?
"Hey!" she shouted, taking a step forward. "Is anyone there?"
"Slave," a voice rasped. Amy felt a chill run down her spine.
She knew that voice all too well.
Upon turning around, she nearly gasped.
Standing before her was Slappy, only he was human. His red hair looked fine and soft, and his lime-green eyes reflected the horrified expression on Amy's face.
"Impossible!" she finally blurted. "I defeated you! You shouldn't even be here!"
Slappy laughed. "It'll take a lot more than a weak shove to kill me, Slave. Besides, I'm not here for a visit. I'm here to collect what's rightfully mine."
She raised an eyebrow. "Rightfully yours?"
"You're sixteen, now, right? Well, I've checked in on all my other slaves and they just don't seem to be as pretty as you. As my slave, it's your duty to obey me, and I order you to marry me."
Amy glared at him. "Get lost! I've already got a boyfriend."
Slappy's eyes began to glow with anger, and she nearly winced. "Amy, I wasn't asking you."
"I-I'm not marrying you, Slappy."
The next thing she knew, Amy was hoisted over Slappy's shoulder. She began to kick and pound at his back with her fists.
"Let me go, Slappy! I'm not your slave!"
"Shut up, Amy."
She was about to protest when something struck the back of her head.
"You're still timid and feisty," she heard Slappy say, before she fell unconscious. "You haven't changed a bit."