Y/n is turning 18 yrs old soon, she dropped out of high school when she was 16, due to bullying. Now, she must return to high school, like she promised, but this year, her parents have bought her something special. It's a Slappy birthday to you!
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I walk out of the bathroom and see Slappy standing outside the door looking at my outfit. "You're so sexy, children under 18 aren't even allowed to look at you, without parental supervision." Slappy flirts, looking me up and down. "Thank you, Master. I honestly believe that you can do anything you put your mind to. But I know what kind of thoughts you have, so maybe hold off on that for now." I state. Slappy laughs. "Yeah, Yeah, Slave" Slappy replies. "Ok, I better get going now. " I remark as we walk in the kitchen. Slappy looks up at me.
"Alright, Slave...I don't want to say that I have Separation Anxiety when you're gone, but I'd be a lot happier If you just never left." Slappy says. "Lol. Then just get in the backpack, Silly!" I state as I grab the backpack from the counter. "Oh, Really?" Slappy asks. "Sure, It'll be fun" I reply. "Aw...You're too nice, little Slave" Slappy purrs, as he gets in the bag and sits in it. I zip it up and toss the bag over my shoulder. "Hey! Be careful, I'm antique!" Slappy murmurs, his voice muffled from being inside my backpack. I giggle. After driving a bit, I finally made it in to work. I walk in and surprisingly the employees didn't say anything about my backpack.
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