X Reader Imagines

Request Chucky X Reader

This was a request from @grethandolan63 

Warnings - angst

I sit on my couch, staring at the T.V, trying to register what i had just heard. Charles... Was dead. He had been shot by a detective and died after a toy story he was in got struck by lightning. 

"Charles? Why can't I come?" I ask.

"Because I don't want you to get hurt, doll," Charles responds, placing his hand on my cheek.

"But what if something happens? What if you don't come back?" I worry, anxiety making my head spin in dread.

"Shhh... I'll be fine. Always am. After all, I'm the Lakeshore Strangler," He says, placing a kiss on my lips.

A tear drips onto my hand making me realise that I had been crying. "I miss you, Charles," I sob, curling into a ball and falling asleep.

I run down Jackson Street, ignoring the red balloon floating by. (If you get those references, then we're we can be friends.) "Charles?! Charles?! Where are you?!" I shout, looking around frantically. I stop when I see a body lying a couple meters infront of me. I run over to it and tears flood my eyes, as I see Charles, his skin black and charred. I kneel down and take Charles' head in my hands. "No," I breathe. "I can't lose you. I love you." I press my forehead against his as tears stream down my cheeks.

I wake with a start, hands sweating and heart pounding. I walk to my bathroom, turning on the light and looking in the mirror. I jump as i hear the doorbell ring. I walk to the front door, peering through the eyehole thingy. The only thing outside is a long cardboard box labeled fragile.

I loved writing. This was my first time writing angst, I think. I haven't fully grasped the concept of what angst is yet. I'm planning to make this into a full story. Comment if you'd like me to make it into a story.