You are awoken to the smell of responsibility, its late and you get up and take off all your stuff, leaving a shirtless you in a beanie. You walk to the kitchen holding your nose, "disgusting.." you sigh as you pick up the pin and take it out front, you open a trash can and toss the rubbish in, as your about to go back inside you hear an engine stop and the sound of blasting music, a song from Doja Cat 'Get Into It (yuh)'
you turn around with a blank expression as your ex slams the door of their new ford and walks up to you, "baby, how are you" they mutter, a crack from jawing can be heard, you roll your eyes, "alive... unlike you will be (insert name) if you don't get off my fucking property"
you pull out the bat that was leaning against your flower pot and point it at them, "leave" you snarl, they throw a box at you which you only notice now and drop the bat and grab the box, quite heavy...
you look up to see your ex holding the bat over their head, you drop your box and glare at her, they attempt to hit you but you grab the bat and push it back over their making them land on their ass, "Bibbity, boppity" you snag the bat out their hand, "GET OFF MY PROPORTY" you hit them across the face with the object causing their eye to burst out their skull, you trip over the box groaning in pain and look down, a small dolls face can be seen, you stand up looking at the doll's face, "what kind of creepy ass doll are you?" you huff as you dump your ex's body in the trash.
you pick up the box not giving a shit about it, closing the door behind you, you throw it in the corner off the room, "creepy ass dolls" you mutter as you walk in the kitchen, unaware the doll blinked.
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A Man Of Bloody Plastic Y/N x Chucky (yaoi)
Teen FictionYou are a 21 year old boy who just graduated University, you managed to get a house not long after the loss of your parents by a doll who was know to be possessed by the spirit of Charles Lee Ray who was shot dead in a toy store in the 80's. One da...