i know shipping myself with a fucking puppet is weird and cringe as hell but i honestly could not care less
it's a comfort story for me to write, if you don't like it just leave and read something else
and before you leave comments about how cringe this is, consider the fact that we're on fucking WATTPAD. not even ao3, WATTPAD. we're ALL cringe just for being here in the first place.
anyways some info about me for anyone who doesn't already know me who wants to read this anyways, i'm 19, i use any pronouns (i'm genderqueer), and my name is Eddie but a few close friends of mine call me Fever. i like weirdcore/ dreamcore, liminal spaces, kidcore/ clowncore, and nostalgiacore. i love Goosebumps, The Powerpuff Girls, Rugrats, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Michael Jackson (any hate comments for him will be deleted, he was an innocent man and the accusations against him were blatantly false).
this story will be based on movie Slappy but there might be a few different traits, for example i'm letting him keep the striking green eyes he always had in the book series
some things are a little different than in real life, like i don't actually have an apartment of my own yet irl and i definitely don't already own my dream car, but oh well.
also enjoy this message i sent R.L. Stine on instagram
Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
