slashers X reader (Taking Requests)

Chucky X female reader

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I don't know much about Chucky and his hole
Story. I have a brief memory's of the movie I only watched once...I think.

Well if I get something wrong throughout this chapter please don't be angry and please tell me so I can change it.
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Living alone in Chicago wasn't new because you had to move away for your old life in England to get your dream job. Though when your birthday rolled around you still had no one to celebrate with. Manly because your friend in Chicago were always busy with there lives and you respected that.

You had never really celebrated your birthday to begin with, "just another year of getting old" you would say.

Walking into your house from grocery shopping. Locking the door and going to the kitchen to put away you're food for the week. Seeing your cat laying on the home phone and Hearing the subtle beep of the phone under the ball of cat. indicated that you had a voice message received and recorded.

Walking over, shooing your cat off and picking it up to hear the voice recording of one of your best friends.
"Hey y/n, it's me Wendy here to wish you a happy birthday!. I'm so sorry I can't come round but work can't be left, I hate that I can't come over. Though I have sent you a gift and it should be arriving soon by mail!. Well I have to go but I love you and have a lovely birthday!". The happy voice was Wendy, she was a nurse at one of the best hospitals in town. So saying work can't be left was a understatement.

As if on time the mail man arrived only a minute after hearing Wendy's message. Going to the door and seeing the package on the doorstep. Thanking the delivery man and bringing the package in.

After opening it you saw a good guy doll, that looked severely damaged. Taking him out the packaging, whilst looking him over you smiled. "Your actually rather cute, you just need some cleaning and a comb through your messy orange hair. I might have to clean your clothes to..." Your thoughts trailed of to a old news report or gossip you had heard.

'It was of a boy called andy saying his doll was possessed by a killer called Charles Lee ray. Andy's adopted sister got killed as well.' as you thought of this you sighed. "Did people really believe that a good guy doll could be possessed and be able to murder...they must have been on something" you thought out loud.

Bringing the doll to your chest and walking upstairs to you bedroom. Looking for the best place to put him, "mmm, ah there is the place". Putting him on the back of your work desk by the wall. Nodding at the placement you patted his head and left to go downstairs. 

Sitting on your couch and your cat now sitting on the coffee table Infront of you. Whilst reading your book the sound of walking could be heard upstairs. Knowing the house was old and always made weird noise's, so the sound of walking didn't concern you it was probably the house being weird again.

Though your kitty didn't as they began to meow in a angry tone. There back hears began to raise on there neck as they raised there body. "Hey! Stop being silly, you know this house is old and makes sounds!" You say to your cat but to no avail they continued.

Till the cat fully stood up and began hissing towards you. "What is wrong with you!?" You questioned, they had never acted like this before. Then they abruptly stoped there hissing only to ran of.

Shaking your head with a sigh, "that was weird" you say under your breath. Suddenly the feeling of sharp cold metal was placed against your neck. Eyes widening at the feelings of someone's breath against your ear.

"Move or scream I will kill you bitch. Now do as I say, you will fucking take me to this destination and I'm going to get my human body back" the voice sounded gruff and serous. Moving your eyes and tilting your head to look at the masculine voice.

All you saw was your good guy doll you put upstairs, though now he was breathing, moving...talking. Giving a slow nod to what he was saying the feeling of paper hitting your leg made you look down. It was a address scribbled onto a piece of paper.

"Do you want me to carry you to the car and then drive you there" you say as calmly as you could with a doll holding you at knife point. "Yes and don't try pull any funny business with me" he says angry as if someone had already done so in his passed.

"Of course not" you reply. Feeling the knife being taken away from your neck. Getting up slowly to not make the doll freak out at all. Putting your hands out to pick him up. Hearing grumbling from the doll as he made your hands go around his body.

Picking him up as gently as you could, then putting him against your chest again just like before when you didn't know he was alive. Feeling the knife against the back of your neck and the feeling of the doll rub his face again the crook of your neck.

Hearing him let out a sigh made you tense a little. Getting into the car you placed him on the passenger seat next to you.

As you drove this alive killer good guy doll that you had come to understand that his name was Chucky. The air around you was nervous, looking at the coordinates and checking the map.

Coming up to your stop you parked the car were if people were around they wouldn't notice. Looking forward and not looking at Chucky. Hearing him open the car door, "don't fucking go anywhere. Don't get out of this fucking car and don't question me. Got it" Chucky turned his head to you with his voice commanding you.

Giving a slow nod, Chucky let out a creepy chuckle as he closed the door.

After about a hour the car door opened again though this time a man stepped in. His hair was puffy and had some tangles, the length of which went down to his shoulders.

Heading Chucky's warning about not questioning it you drived of with this man. Going back to your house. Coming up to the driveway and stepping out as well as this man.

Swallowing the lump in your throat and opening your front door. As you walked in so did this mysterious man, hearing him close and lock the front door made your body stiffen. 'he has my house key's...shit' your head screamed.

The feeling of a hand against your ass and the feeling of him standing behind you. "Well doll, this will be fun and if you try to leave or escape in anyway I will do what I said" his voice sounded like Chucky's.

"Ok, I won't sir"

I would rather this then death.

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