Slappy- Dream Body Swap

After being hooked up to the sleep lab equipment, Slappy had new powers. He could invade people’s dreams. He
could appear in their sleep and terrify them—and make them do dangerous things.
My idea was simple.
Mom would hook me up, too. Hook Slappy and me up to the same machine. I would go to sleep. And I would invade Slappy’s dreams.
The only way to defeat Slappy for good was to face him and defeat him in his dreams.
Maybe I was totally wrong. Maybe my idea was ridiculous. But I couldn’t think of anything else. And … it was at least worth a try.
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That’s how Slappy and I came to be covered in electrodes and wired into a computer together. That’s how we came to be lying side by side on our backs.
How did I get Slappy back to the sleep lab? I told him that getting hooked up again would give him even stronger powers.
Now here we were. I shut my eyes tight and tried to force all thoughts from my mind. Clear my head and sink into the darkness … the deep darkness of sleep.
Darkness … A deep well of solid black …
And then a flash of bright white light made me gasp.
And Slappy stood before me, bobbing slightly on his flimsy legs, grinning at me.
I knew where I was. I was in Slappy’s dream. My plan had worked.
“The nightmare is over, Slappy,” I said. “I won’t be seeing you in my sleep anymore. No one will.”
He tossed back his head and cackled. “How are you going to stop me, Richard?” he rasped.
“Like this,” I said. I grabbed his jacket, slid my fingers into the pocket —and pulled out the folded-up sheet of paper.
“Hey—” he protested. He swiped at the page with one hand. Missed.
And I read the strange words out loud: “Karru Marri Odonna Loma Molonu Karrano.”
Slappy’s mouth opened in a long, shrill scream.
And then the light began to dim. The dream faded. Slappy faded from sight. The blackness returned.
Did it work? Did I end Slappy’s powers to invade dreams?
I tried to force myself awake. But I was in a deep sleep … a long, deep sleep.
When I finally blinked myself awake, I felt confused.
Where am I? Not in the lab? Am I back home?
Yes. I gazed around the room. My bedroom. I was home. Sitting up on my bed.
I must have stayed asleep while Mom drove me home, I told myself.
I bumped my hands together. To my surprise, they made a clonk sound.
I gazed at my hands. I clapped them together.
Wood!
My hands were made of wood.
“Huh?” I gasped and slapped my forehead. My forehead was hard.
Wood!
“What is up with this?” I cried. My voice. I shouted in my voice as my wooden lips clicked up and down.
And then I saw myself in the dresser mirror against the wall.
“No. Oh noooo.” I was Slappy. I was me, only I was inside the dummy.
And then Richard strolled to the bed and gazed down at me. “Hey, Dummy,” he said—in Slappy’s voice.
Slappy inside my body!
He tossed back his head and laughed his cold laugh to the ceiling.
“No!” I cried. “No!”
I banged my wooden hands on the bed.
Richard grinned at me. “Seems to have been a mix-up at the sleep lab,” he rasped.
“No! Please—no!” I screamed.
Richard turned and started to leave the room. At the door, he turned back and called, in Slappy’s voice, “Pleasant dreams, Dummy!”

- Slappy in Dreamland, chapters 30 and 31