Slappy- Tag Team Bite

Silence. I could see the shocked look on some faces. I heard a few boos from the back of the auditorium.
I knew I had to get out of there. I had to stand up and hurry offstage before the dummy caused real trouble.
I tried to jump off the tall stool. But I couldn’t move. Slappy was inside my head. He was forcing me to stay there.
“I need help,” I called out. “I’m not making him say these things.”
People stared at me in silence. No way they believed me.
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The poor boy didn’t know whether to laugh or not. He just stood there gaping at Slappy. I saw that he was trembling a little.
“Don’t be afraid,” Slappy told him. “I don’t bite.”
And then Slappy leaned closer to the boy. “Oh, yes, I DO!” he cried.
The poor kid let out a scream as Slappy clamped his wooden jaw onto the boy’s wrist. I saw Slappy bite down hard — but I couldn’t do anything to stop him.
“Owwwwww! You’re hurting me!” the kid screamed.
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“Jackson, stop it!” she shouted. “Stop it! Get your dummy off him — this instant!”
I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t in control. I couldn’t stop.
I leaned forward — and bit down hard on Mrs. Lawson’s wrist.
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She let out a shocked scream. She jerked her arm hard and tried to pull free.
But I clamped my teeth over her wrist.
“Let go of me! Let go! Have you lost your mind?”
She struggled and squirmed. But my teeth were strong. She couldn’t get free.
Slappy held on, too. The boy was crying now.
I heard angry voices. Shouts and screams. People were rushing toward the stage.
I knew I was doomed. I would be blamed for everything. No one would ever forgive me for this. And no one would believe the evil dummy caused all the trouble.

- Son of Slappy, chapters 34 and 35