Bury A Friend~

Chapter 3

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You looked around, noticing the bandages around your palm and your calf. You sighed, remembering what happened yesterday as you looked at the doll that was sitting at the base of your bed. He tilted his head, the light coming in through the window reflecting off of his blue eyes, making the confusion shown in them more noticeable, "Is something wrong, Princess?"

You nodded as you saw the dolls head tilt even further to the left. "Yes, Chucky. Yes, something is wrong. And don't call me Princess. Only Andy gets to call me that."

The dolls glowing eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing slightly when his lips parted, "Why is that? Why can Andy call you Princess, but I can't?"

"Because Andy hasn't ever hurt me on purpose." You answered, your own eyes narrowing at the doll as you stood. You walked to the door and opened it, exiting the room and leaving the doll to sit on your bed. You walked down the hallway, adjusting your shirt as you opened the door. You stepped out of the apartment, walking down the stairs before you sat on the bottom step, staring at the sky.

Back in the apartment, the doll was still sitting on your bed and staring at the doorway with his head tilted to the side. He sighed dreamily, a smile forming on his facial features. "She's perfect."

Andy was standing next to your door frame when he heard what the doll said, a shiver going down his spine. That thing is creepy as shit.

After a few minutes you walked back into the apartment, pausing when you realized that you left your door open. You noticed that Chucky was still sitting on your bed, and he was staring at you.  You inwardly cringed, and he noticed, his head tilting in a, almost, cute way. You then noticed that Andy was standing next to your door frame and you narrowed your eyes at him. He looked over, jumping when he noticed you. He nervously laughed as you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You leaned back slightly, putting weight into one leg as you tapped your foot, one of your brows raising as you waited for an explanation.

Andy paused, looking almost like a child that was about to be lectured by their mother. As you opened your mouth, he panicked, stuttering out "W-Wait! I know, I look like a creep! But, I- I  can explain!"

Your raised a brow went back to it's normal place, your hand going in a swirling motion as if it was telling him to keep going already. and he did. " Ok, so I was walking out of my room so I could make lunch, and I noticed your door was open. I was about to close it when I heard your doll sigh and say that your perfect!"

Honestly, you were thinking he was crazy. However, when you looked over at the doll that was being accused... The way that he had awkwardly shifted told you that Andy wasn't lying. I don't... Really know how to respond to that information...

You sighed, rubbing your temple as you uncrossed your arms. "Honestly, it is kinda creepy..." You paused, looking at the doll, who looked incredibly innocent, and a smile couldn't help but take over your annoyance, "But, at the same time, it's kind of cute."

Andy looked at you like you were insane, which you probably were, and your happy smile was quickly replaced by a nervous one. Your brother then proceeded to lecture you about how you couldn't call a creep "Cute". While all of this was happening, Chucky was still sitting on your bed, his normally pale cheeks overtaken by a pink blush. She thinks I'm cute... She really is perfect...