Slappy- Fueled by Evil

As he crept silently into the dark room, Slappy thought of different ways to put an end to Stella.
Smother her? Strangle her?
Yes, I'm evil, he told himself. I'm as evil as they come.
And proud of it.
The toy-maker who built me was an evil sorcerer. At least, that’s what I read in the journal he left.
He built me out of wood from a stolen coffin. And when this man of evil powers died, all of his evil went into me.
It’s what keeps me alive.
Evil is live spelled backwards.
He gave me life. And now I will use the evil he gave me to keep myself alive.

- Slappy’s Nightmare, chapter 25