*Stine's house
Stine's POV
I decided to check the tracking device I implanted in the rose on Slappy's suite, I made the device red so it would blend in with the rose and it took me to a house just about 160 miles from here. I was confused as to why it took me to a strange house, so I wanted to check it out. But then I realized just walking up to a random house and asking for my son back isn't the best idea. I looked at the bookshelf and a lightbulb went off in my head, but it wasn't a good one. "Can't believe I'm gonna do this" I sighed as I grabbed Night of the Living dummy 3 and released Rocky. "What happened? Dad, what's going on?" asked Rocky. I told him what's going on and his mission. "So, just go to the house, knock on the door, act like a regular dummy, wait for who lives there to leave, then get Slappy, got it?" I explained. "Got it, see ya" said Rocky. "You do realize that you can't reach the gas or the brake in my car, right" I asked. "What car? It was destroyed by the praying mantis, remember? Let's just take the haunted car, it drives itself" reminded Rocky. "Ok, let's go" I said, grabbing The Haunted Car manuscript.

*Emily's room
Slappy's POV*
I had just finished a song called 'City of Love', when I saw a song called 'Little Brothers'. I decided to listen to it, cause why not. "Little brothers, we're related, and you're boys. I remember when you first came home, you will always be my little brothers, little brothers, little brothers, little brothers" went the song. Gee, that made me think of Wally and Rocky and how much I miss them. Again, I felt those tears BURNING in my eyes, and this time, a few of them escaped my eyes and streamed down my cheeks (A/N Sorry, guys. I forgot about Slappy revealing himself to Nick and Emilly, so I'm just gonna make it that it already happened and you get the idea). Then, Rocky came into the room. "Are you crying?" he asked. I tried my hardest to get the tears off my face, but all I did was cause red marks on my face, so I'll just use the old-fashioned excuse. "No, I was sweating through my eyes. Wait, that's gross. (Sigh) Yes, I was crying. I don't like it when I start crying, it shows signs of weakness" I admitted. "Well, whatever. Let's go, you're coming with me" said Rocky as he pulled me off Emily's bed. "No, stop! No, let me go. Stop, no! Let me go" I yelled. Emily came running up the stairs and got Rocky off me. "Are you crazy? Slappy needs to stay here, I'm WAY TOO attached to him" she protested. "(Groan) Look, kid. You have no idea what Slappy's capable of. He's manipulative, he lies, and he likes making his victim's lives MISERABLE" explained Rocky. "But Slappy hasn't been ANY of those things, especially that first one. SLAPPY IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME, AND I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!" yelled Emily. WOW, for such a sweet little girl, she sure has a temper. Then, papa came into the room. "Sorry, Rocky. I couldn't wait in the car any longer. Come on, Slappy. You're going back in your book and you're NEVER coming out" said papa as he unlocked my book. Emily lost it as she grabbed the manuscript, ran downstairs, and held the book near the fire place which had a ROARING fire in it. "STOP! If anyone gets any closer, this book will burn to ashes" she threatened. Yikes. "Kid, come on. This is crazy" said papa, not noticing that I was right behind him with a bat. I had to use the pathetic step-stool from the bathroom to reach papa's head. And WHAM, I knocked him out. "I am NOT going back in my book. No matter what, papa" I said as I threw the bat aside. Luckily, Nick was out with his girlfriend, so I don't have to worry about him. Then, papa started waking up, so I grabbed the bat and tried to knock him out again. But papa grabbed the other side of the bat and it was a game of Tug-of-War and the bat was the rope. "GIVE IT TO ME!" I yelled. We both dropped the bat and I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a big, sharp, knife. "You can't take me away from Emily, no one can" I said as I held the knife. Nick came into the house, heard the commotion, and ran into the kitchen with Emily. "Slappy, please. Put the knife down" said Nick. "It's NOT fair. All these weeks, I tried SO hard to be nice but it's never enough. Just like how no matter HOW many times I helped papa through his tough childhood, it was NEVER enough!!! How many times did I save him from those ruthless bullies? HOW MANY TIMES WAS I THERE FOR HIM?!!? AND GUESS WHAT I GET IN RETURN? I GET LOCKED UP IN THE DARK FOR SO MANY YEARS!!!!!!! YA KNOW, PAPA, SOMETIMES I WISH YOU HAD NEVER EVEN CREATED ME. CAUSE IF YOU NEVER HAD CREATED ME, YOU NEVER WOULD OF TURNED YOUR BACK ON ME, YOU NEVER WOULD OF BETRAYED ME, YOU NEVER WOULD OF ABANDONED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled. "Well, tough. You're going back in your book FOREVER" said Stine. I think I lost it. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! YOUR NOT THE BOSS OF ME YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, GIVE HER BACK TO ME! NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW!!! EMILY'S MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINEEEEEEE!!!" I screamed. "Slappy, please. I love so much. Please, put the knife down" said Emily. "NO, THAT'S NOT TRUE! NOBODY LOVES ME! NOT NICK, NOT EMILY, NOT PAPA! NOBODY LOVES ME AND NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE ME!!!!!!!!" I yelled.