Doll Face {Chucky x Reader}

A Killer Doll?

Chucky's Pov:

It was hard not to laugh as I watched the ambulance carry that dead chic's body out on a stretcher. What a riot. I got everyone to evacuate AND I got to kill someone again.

Y/n looked worried. Poor thing. But that scared look on her face just makes her that much hotter~ 'I can't wait to see more of that. Wait till I start talking doll face. You'll shit your pants HA!'

"Damn... that was... wow alrighty then. Looks like there's gonna be a new manager soon. This is tragic" y/n shrugged "I mean. Is it though?" Her friend snickered "true. She was a bitch. But I dont think she necessarily deserved death ya know?" She nodded "yeah. True. Poor girl"

The police questioned all the employees but couldn't find out anything so they sent everyone home. Y/n got in her car and put me in the passenger's seat.

She's such a sweetheart. Though she thinks I'm just a rubber doll, but she still treats me so gently. That's different than most people who would probably just toss me. 'Damn. She's not even giving me a reason to kill her. But I guess that's ok. There's plenty of other possibilities. Free housing and food am I right?' I laughed in my head.

We arrived at her little apartment and she pulled me out. We went inside and she sat me next to her on the couch as she grabbed her laptop.

"Alright little buddy. What exactly are you?" She looked at the pocket on my chest and saw the little good guys logo on it. She searched up good guys doll and there it was. The original doll that I possessed. "That looks... a lot different than you..." she scrolled down and right under that were multiple articles with the titles
-Lakeshore Strangler possesses doll
-Possessed famous children's toy commits murder?
-good guy doll turned evil
-Charles Lee Ray still alive? Killing through a doll
-Killer doll shredded in fan. Pieces taken for evidence
-Killer doll case update: evidence stolen and now missing!

The last one was the most recent and the only article left on the page. "Lakeshore Strangler?... Killer Doll??.... MISSING????!!!" Her face went pale as she turned to me and re-evaluated my looks. Seeing the stitched up pieces, seeing I was a good guy doll, remembering how tiff yelled and threw me. Seems like it was finally hitting her.

She shut her computer and put it aside, then reached a shaky hand out to touch me. 'Oh this will be funny~' I turn to face her. "Boo" She screamed and fell off the couch. Pushing herself to a corner.

"Well that's just not smart." I got up and started walking over to her. "Who finds out they brought a killer in their own home then corners themselves? You really arent too bright doll face~"

She scoffs. "Doll face? Your a LITERAL doll!" I laugh "it's just an expression toots. It's not a BAD thing beautiful." She doesn't seem too convinced. I rolled my eyes.

"Listen love. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You've been nothin but nice to me. You deserve your life for that ya know~" her face scrunched up. Then she just looked confused.

"Man. Women are just- right. Don't need another Tiff situation Charles. Chill. Anyways." I got to her and smiled. We were now face to face since she was still on the ground. "I'm Chucky. And you~"

She gulped "y/n" I smirk "well y/n nice to meet you. Now that you've invited me into yourrrr..." I looked around at the house "closet sized apartment. We have new ground rules." I look back at her still confused expression.

"You will cook. You will clean. You will NOT go to the police. You will NOT have visitors. Unless you're bringing them for a good time ya know~ And you WILL... get to know me and become my partner in crime~ what do ya say?" I smiled at her.

"Well I already do all that anyways... but wait- what? What does that last part mean?" I laughed. "It means I'm not a monster y/n. I have friends too." She stared at me and stood up. "Ok.. Chucky well-" I stopped her "oh yeah. Another thing. You may NOT call me Charles. No explanation needed. Just don't EVER call me that."

She nodded in agreement. "Nice. Obedient too~" she growled at me. "Woah feisty. Save that for later."

"EXCUSE M-"

"DON'T YELL AT ME!" I scream at her and she shut her mouth quickly. 'Shit. I better be careful with what I say now. Who knows what he'll do.' She looks scared still. I gotta get her more comfortable with me. Maybe she'll get my mind off Tiff for a while.