Shelly gasped. The plates - which were breakable - and utensils slipped from her hands.

Crash! They clattered to the ground, and the plates broke into pieces.

Shelly jumped and looked at the mess. A low moan escaped from deep in her throat. "No..."

The kitchen floor was now covered with dirty forks and knives and small pieces of the plates.

A shiver went down her spine. "Kathy is going to kill me..." She had forgotten about the mysterious voice that called her if she wanted any help and became more concerned about the mess that she accidentally made. She got on her knees and started picking up the pieces. "I am so clumsy..."

"And beautiful."

Her body suddenly froze. "Huh?" She quickly stood back up - and turned her attention towards the kitchen. She thought that the voice was coming from the dining room.

But...Kathy, Sonny, and Sarah left. Shelly knew that for a fact. The house was silent, with the exception of her moving around and making sounds herself.

But she definitely heard something. And she was not imagining it.

A voice. A strange and creepy voice. Asking if she needed help and saying that she was beautiful.

Shelly put on her mean look, acting like she meant business. If someone was in that room - like an intruder - then she had to show off her bravery, even though that she was scared.

"Kathy must have forgotten to lock the front door before she went," she said under her breath. "She always forgets after she...forgot about me." Shelly shook the thought away and slowly tiptoed into the dining room. She did not want her anxiety to get the best of her. She could not be sad or get worried. Otherwise, she would have an attack over nothing.

She soon returned to the room and surveyed the area, brushing her blonde hair away from her brown eyes. Her heart beat rapidly. She ran her hands along the sides of her blue dress that reached to her knees, trying to keep calm. Her silver shoes sparkled from the room's lights.

"H-hello?" It was stupid for Shelly to say that, especially if it were an intruder, but what else could she say? You want to stay and have something to drink?

The girl then eyed the puppet. He was still in the chair that she had sat in earlier. It was not before long that she realized that there was something suspicious about him.

Slappy was facing her, and his entire wooden body was turned in her direction.

Shelly did not leave him like that.

His wooden legs were crossed, and his hands were in his lap. There was a small object that he was holding between his thumb and fingers. Shelly noticed the object and managed to get it out of his grasp. She examined it closely.

"Oh my gosh," she said. "A flower."

It was not just any flower. The flower was purple. And her favorite color was purple.

She looked at Slappy, and then back at the flower. She was at a lost for words. "Creepy," Shelly finally said to sum up the whole situation. She set the flower on the table and took one last look at the puppet - and gasped when Slappy winked at her.

That was enough for her to freak out.

"Ah!" Shelly screamed at the top of her lungs. She dashed out of the room and hurried to her bedroom. Her bedroom was upstairs, so she scurried up the stairs and into her room. She shut her door and breathed heavily. Her back was pressed against the door. "Is...is he alive?"

"I sure am!"

She let out a yelp and glanced around. "Ah!"

There he was. Sitting on her bed and leaning against her stuffed animals.

"Aw. What is the matter? Does my breath smell bad?" Slappy started talking. "Hahaha!"

She kept screaming as she opened the door and raced downstairs.

Slappy tilted his wooden head to the side and called to her. "Are you not going to introduce me to your stuffed animals?"

The girl went back in the kitchen and coughed a couple of times. She leaned over the counter and was catching her breath. She could feel the pounding of her heart. She was getting tired. But she was also really scared.

It is not every day that you meet a talking dummy.

"Hey there."

Shelly immediately turned and saw the puppet walking to her.

"It is okay. There is no need to be afraid," Slappy said.

"Afraid?" Shelly noticed a gray pan that was on the counter and grabbed it. "You are a walking and talking puppet."

"At least you did not call me the 'D' word. I thank you for that."

She wondered what he meant by that, but did not really care. "Get away from me." She raised the pan. "J-just leave."

"Why? I can be such a big help around here." He pointed to the mess that was the broken plates and utensils. "Look at that mess. Whatever shall we do?" He smirked. "I know!"

Slappy stopped walking and raised his hands. He slowly moved his wooden fingers back and forth.

"W-what are you doing?" Shelly stammered. "Stop it."

He did not stop. He kept moving his fingers.

She frowned. "That is it!" She then hit him in the face with the pan. Slappy cried out and fell to the floor. She turned to the mess.

And saw that there was no mess.

The forks and knives and pieces of plates were no longer on the floor. Her eyes widened when she realized what was on the counter.

Forks. Knives. Plates. And the plates were neatly stacked and not broken.

"H-how...?"

The puppet raised his wooden head. "I asked if you needed help." The girl looked at him, and he got back up. "By the way, you are a feisty girl. I love feisty girls. But not as much as you."