X Reader Imagines

Chucky X Reader Part 2

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.

Raising an eyebrow, I cautiously open the door. I poke my head out and look left and right trying to find who put it there. When I don't see anyone, I sigh and pull the box inside.

Placing it on the kitchen counter, I examine it trying to see who sent it. I roll my eyes. No name, no return address. Nothing. I grab my scissors and slice open the box. There, placed delicately on top of layers of styrofoam, is a Good Guy doll.

I arch an eyebrow and lift it out of the box cautiously. "Where'd you come from, buddy?"
"Hi, I'm Chucky and I'll be your friend till the end. Hidey-Ho. Ha ha ha." It suddenly says, whirring to life.
"I really need a friend right now," I say, a soft smile on my face.
"I like to be hugged," Chucky states nonchalantly, as I stare into his realistic-looking baby blue eyes.
"Well good I like giving hugs then," I respond, pulling the doll close to my chest and nuzzling my nose into his hair.

Time skip because I'm at school and running out of ideas.

I click through the channel accidentally pausing on the Channel 6 News. Tears prick at my eyes and I wipe them away self-consciously, as they talk about the death of Charles.

Suddenly a crash comes from the kitchen and I look up to see Chucky now on the floor. I walk over to him and pick him up. "How'd you get down there?" I question, forgetting that he's a doll and doll's can't speak. (Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.)

"I'll be your friend to the end," Chucky answers, in his adorable high-pitched voice. I sigh, for SOME REASON this doll reminded me of Charles. "I wish Charles was my friend to my end..."
"I can still be," Chucky said, his sweet smile twisting into an evil smirk.

Boom.