Slappy- Jackson Insulting

I have to tell her the truth. I have no choice. I have to tell her about how Slappy is controlling me.
Otherwise, she’ll think I’ve turned into some kind of a monster.
I took a deep breath and started. “Mom, I have to explain something.”
That’s as far as I got when I heard a sharp chirp.
The room tilted. Shadows slid over the kitchen. Then it became bright again. My mind suddenly felt strange….
Oh NO! What am I going to do now?
...

Mom stared at me. “Jackson? What did you want to tell me?”
“Uh …” I hesitated. Then the words came from somewhere deep in my brain. “I just wanted to say that your face looks like something I pulled out of the garbage disposal.”
“Huh?” She gasped. I saw her hands tighten into fists.
“But no one notices your face because you smell so bad,” I said.
Mom’s eyes bulged. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out.
“Jackson — shut up. What’s your problem?” Rachel cried.
I spun around to face her. “Hey, I wrote a song for you,” I said. “It describes you perfectly.”
I took a breath and started to grunt. “Oink oink oink oinnnk.” I grunted like a pig.
“But cheer up,” I said. “You’re not a fat pig. You’re just an ugly, hairy pig.”
I tossed back my head and laughed.

- Son of Slappy, chapters 25 and 26