Bury A Friend~

Chapter 5

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"I'm not your friend!" You yelled, covering your mouth when you realized how loud you were. "You- You aren't my friend, you aren't my buddy, you aren't my- my-" You paused when you saw the hurt on Chucky's face and you immediately regretted what you said.

You sighed, pulling on a section of your hair as you went from kneeling to sitting, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You looked at your doll, a small, but sad, smile present on your face. You moved some of your hair out of your face as you, somehow, managed to choke out an apology to the doll. "Look, I know that  you're still learning and that your trying to be a good friend, but this," you paused for effect, motioning to the cat and the cuts on your body, "Isn't the way to do that. You have to gain their trust; and you don't do that by hurting them and the things, or people that they care about. Okay?"

Chucky nodded, and the look of realization on his face told you that he understood, well, somewhat. You moved your knees and crawled over to the doll, ruffling his red hair with a small smile. "That's better. Now, how about we start over with this whole friendship thing?" You asked, taking his nod as a yes.

Andy looked at you like you were insane, and you noticed, but he did have a good reason to think that. After all, you did just forgive Chucky for killing Mickey Roonie. When you thought about it like that, you weren't sure if you were very sane either. You stood up and grabbed Andy's hand, walking into the kitchen so that you could talk to him without the doll listening to your conversation.

Chucky watched as you walked away. He let a dreamy sigh fall out from his lips, a pink blush covering his, normally, pale facial features. When he saw you walk back and smile at him the light pink went to a more noticeable, darker pink.

"Hm? Oh my gosh, are you blushing? You guys can do that? Oh, god, I'm in for a wild ride, aren't I?" You asked, looking over at Andy, who was leaning on the door frame of the kitchen, who responded with a nod and a glare sent at the doll.

You huffed at your brother, crossing your arms. He looked back at you, and when he saw that your arms were crossed, he looked like he went into a panic. You giggled at his reaction, your lips curving into a smile at his reaction, and you could hear him sigh in relief. You hummed in thought, wondering about something. "Hey, Chucky?"

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did." It was obvious that he had learned that from your brother, so you sent a glare at Andy, only to find he was trying to hold in a laugh. You rolled your eyes, looking back over at the doll.

"Why do you want to be my friend?"