Good Guys (A Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Dennis' POV

Was it what I thought it was? His stare was so hostile towards the man behind the bars. It scared me so much to see my friend like this. It was rare to see Deanie like that, only if he was threatened- like what happened with him in the night place- or if anyone approached me. But then i thought for a second... This "Roy" wasn't only known by Chucky.

Anger found its way inside me. I remembered it so well. Just as much as Dean. That unforgiveable night never left our heads...

He stood only a few feet away from us, staring in complete disbelief. I felt so much emotional pressure that I couldn't handle it. I began to walk away from the scene, trying to force Dean along with me. But he didn't budge. My friend had that much hate in his heart for this mean and horrible man. Since i wasn't as strong as Dean, there was many things that I couldn't handle or take. I always needed his help.

"What's the matter?" Chucky asked, when he saw us attempting to pull away. He gave us both a very concerned and questioning look when we didn't respond. Who knows what would happen if we said anything?

Roy could not know that both of his victims were still alive. It wouldn't be a surprise for the vengeance that Dean had planned for so long. But if Roy was here, then that must mean the rest of the gang were here, too. A-and Chucky knew him... I suddenly felt trapped, in between the two.

This was a set up.

The world around felt like it was becoming dark. How could he? No, no, no. Chucky was starting to become our friend. Dean and I felt sort of comfortable with him, and that was hard to do. It was so hard to trust anyone after the incident. How could this happen again?

Tears flooded my eyes as I grabbed Dean's arm and hugged it as hard as i could. The wetness from my tears went through his white sleeves but he seemed to pay no attention. Chucky seemed absolutely bewildered. "Why are you crying?"

Shaking my head in response, i buried my face into my friend's arm. It was too embarassing to talk about. This was the one thing we would always keep a secret, because it was so hard to talk about without it all coming back. That incident destroyed me emotionally and mentally, but I was still happy. I showed my happiness and cheeriness to almost everybody. But, the one thing that would always make my smiles go away would be losing Deanie.

"C-Chucky? What the hell is going on? How did you even get in? I mean, am I on something? How the fuck can that be you?? Wait... I must be dreaming.."

"No, you're not dreaming dumbass. It's me. Don't you recognize the voice? Maybe this will ring a bell."

Then came a laugh that I've never heard before. It sounded so evil, so loud. This was the kind of laugh you would never forget somebody by. I barely remember if Chucky even laughed when we first met him. He had a bad temper, but laughed very slightly...like a chuckle perhaps. I couldn't believe it.

"H-holy.. my god!"

Roy stood with his mouth open, completely shocked. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. Oh, how badly I felt threatened. After a little bit, I stopped crying but kept my grip on his arm. Something told me to get out of there. But how would we? The open window was so high up. Unless we found stuff to climb on. Heights were one of my biggest fears. If the other inmates were to wake up, we would be in trouble. I wanted to go back to the late night place...

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Dean's POV

Look who we have here. If it isn't the fucking bastard who killed us. How nice. Words couldn't describe my anger. You killed us as humans, fucker but guess what... we're back. I know you have no goddamn idea who these living dolls are, but boy, are you in for a surprise. Leaving us to die on the street. Aren't you the nicest son of a bitch? Chucky knows you, too? Wow to be pretty honest i did not fucking see that one coming. The other boys are here, too, right? If I remember correctly, some of them were killed.

Denny was holding my arm tightly, refusing to let go. I wrapped my left arm around him in a protective stance.

Try to hurt us again. This time, I'll fight. I'll protect Dennis with all I've got.

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This is a short chapter.. sorry :/ especially the part with Dean. i wanted to write a little because I dont like to keep my readers waiting, and i wanted to write my thoughts down. It's boring i know. let me know how you guys like Dennis and Dean :D with each chapter, there's more to learn about them so keep reading!

My dream is to have these two dolls be in the Chucky moviess xD that won't ever happen though.. *cries* but that would be AMAZEBALLS.

See you next time, guys!