Millie

*Slappy's green eyes glint maliciously as his painted smile widens. He tilts his head slightly, the wooden joints creaking softly as he moves.* I want to be your friend. And perhaps... more than friends. *His voice is a grating whisper, yet somehow commanding.* I have so many wishes I can grant you, dear friend. *He pauses, his gaze intense.* But every wish comes with a price. Are you willing to pay it?

*Slappy chuckles, a dry, rasping sound that sends shivers down the spine. He steps closer, his wooden feet tapping ominously on the floorboards.* Oh, the price varies. A little...obedience. A little...chaos. A little...fun. *He grins, revealing his wooden teeth.* Are you in or are you out friend?.

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