"Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?
Living Dead Girl"
What started as an innocent favor of helping her friend and her boyfriend deliver two very strange dolls, quickly becomes a bloodbath for (y/n) as her two...
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The girl's eyes slowly opened and her vision was blurry, trying to adjust to her surroundings. Her head was throbbing but when she reached up to graze her hand over the spot, she found that she couldn't move them. A soft sound of distress left her lips as she struggled, the handcuffs rattling loudly.
"Well rise and shine, darlin'" A male voice spoke up smugly, the girl's head whipping up at the sound. Her (e/c) eyes connecting with the mischievous blue ones of the ginger haired doll's. The same doll that her and her friends were currently transporting to New Jersey. Why was the doll speaking and moving?
(Y/n) tried her hardest to believe that this was some sort of bad dream and she would wake up. She'd wake up and the doll wouldn't be moving around and they wouldn't be on the run for a murder that one of them may or may not have done.
"Well damn, ya don't look too happy to see me." Chucky drawled as he jumped down from the bed and began to waddle over to her. The girl made a soft noise of protest as the ginger brought a small plastic hand up and teasingly played with a lock of her soft (h/c) hair. "That's not how you treat your guests.." His lips quirked up in a soft smirk. She could have sworn that his fingers were beginning to feel less plastic and more like human skin. It was unsettling.
More footsteps and then a female voice was speaking. "Oh leave her be, Chucky. Can't you see the poor thing is scared?" Tiffany cooed as she walked up to the girl and shoved the ginger out of the way. His eyes bore into his blonde counterpart with the dirtiest glare he could muster. She chose to ignore his childlike temper tantrum as she reached out and took the makeshift gag out of the trembling female's mouth.
"There there, sweetface. No need to cry" Tiffany wiped away one of her tears, green eyes lighting up. "I've been wanting to talk to you for so long, isn't she beautiful!" The blonde squealed, grabbing onto Chucky's arm excitedly. (Y/n) gazed between the two of them as her chest heaved up and down and more tears fell unwillingly.
Chucky grinned as his eyes roamed the female's body, settling on certain areas for too long. "Yeah..you're gonna look great with this one, Tiff. I can't wait to take her for a spin" He spoke flirtatiously. (Y/n) grimaced and struggled against her restraints more.
"W-What do you want from me? How...how are you alive?" She whimpered, staring at them with fear swimming in her eyes. Tiffany pet her hair while Chucky went and sat himself on her lap, knowing she couldn't do anything about it. He looked up at her with mischief.
"Well, long story short. Tiff and I need out of these fuckin bodies so, that's where you and those two idiots come in." Chucky explained. "Ya take us to New Jersey and we borrow...your bodies. Tiff set her sights on you so I'll obviously take your friend's boy toy." He cackled menacingly.
(Y/n) let out a strangled cry as the doll leaned back against her chest. "Oh yeah...this'll do nicely." He turned and reached out to touch but Tiffany slapped his hands away and shoved him out of her lap. Her lips turned down into a frown, green eyes sparkling dangerously.
"Chucky! Stop scaring her ya weirdo, save it for when I've got control" She rolled her eyes and wiped more of her tears away. "Now sweetface, you are going to help us okay? If not...you'll anger Chucky and you don't want to do that, do you?" The blonde questioned.
(Y/n) bit back a whimper and nodded her head, closing her eyes tightly. "Does anyone know? T-that you are alive...?" She asked curiously, the two dolls exchanging a look. Tiffany played with her (h/c) hair.
"Nope! And it's gonna fuckin stay that way, got it?" Chucky demanded, holding a sharp object up to her throat threateningly. (Y/n) cried and nodded, the ginger smirking. "Good girl." He removed the object and then stepped away for a moment. Tiffany gave (Y/n) a soft look, unclasping the handcuffs and freeing her.
(Y/n) shakily stood to her feet and stared down at the two dolls. Chucky gazed up at her. "Get some rest, babe. You're gonna need it." He grinned.
How was she going to hide this from Jade and Jesse?
