A Man Of Bloody Plastic Y/N x Chucky (yaoi)

Bloody Normal Morning

Y/N Pov

You were lying in your bed, questioning if you should get up, Ever since your parents you have started to feel... down, like sadder. When you were younger your mother would buy a shit ton of dolls and dad, he tried to smash the fuckers... its ironic how a FUCKING doll killed em. You sat up wiping your eyes trying to remove the sleep and rolled out your bed, cause yo dumb ass is too lazy today

You stood back up and looked out the window, "ah" you hummed, "rain, lovely weather for more children with paper boats to get eaten" you walked out the door, not giving a damn about the screaming neighbours next door. 

You walked down stairs and turned on the coffee machine, still listening to the neighbours. The man sounded kind of pissed, "WHERE IS HE, WHERE IS HE" the woman was sobbing fearfully, screaming, "IDK WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT" you sat at your table and sipping your coffee, this neighbourhood has gone to shit. First a doll was Slashing, then a demon porcelain bitch then a CHILD EATING clown... you sighed, brushing your hand through your black hair, "why did i dye it black" you mumble...

"WHERE IS HE!!" the man continued, "CHECK THE FUCKING CLOSET" you yell, They went quiet before the woman screamed, "NOOOOO" suddenly two gunshots were heard, silence again then sobbing, then a third. You sigh and put on your black beanie with a small ride flag badge on. You put on a coat and Primark boots then walk out the door, smashing threw the window with a crowbar you hid under the porch, you cover the bottom half of your face with a face mask that had a smile on

you climb through the window and walk upstairs, fearing one may be alive you grip your Swiss army knife, knives may have went out of date like Madonna but you must admit they are quite classy. Since the police were incapable of solving murders or doing their job correctly, they gave up... the only way to survive is violence...

You walk into the bedroom to see a man in his underwear, face blown off sat in a closet now covered in crimsoned blood, a woman in a blue laced dress, eyes red with blood while mouth gargling with red flowing out, the stains of red around her eyes, you couldn't help but chuckle, "filthy slut" before you turned to see the man behind it all, his knees on the ground as he leans face forward onto the floor, you push his head back with a thud to see he had shot just in-between the eyes.

You felt slightly bad for the man, his wife did cheat on him, you turned at the woman and the man in the closet and spat on them, growling, "shameful pricks" you piled those to on the bed and took the bloody gun, you put the man in the chair next to the bed. you clean the mess and put the gun in your hoodie pocket. Walking out and picked up their house phone, you coughed and used your British skills to come up with a new persona, "why I came  across gun shots in me neighbour hood, do you mind checking it out?" before they could answer u hung up and hopped out the window, you ran through your front door and flopped on the sofa, slowly falling asleep...