(A/N: Sorry, I know it's been so feckin long. So, here's a decently long chapter for the folks that are still holding out for this story! Enjoy!)
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"Great, look what you did this time," you moan, annoyed for having to sit with your head down in the empty classroom.
"And now you're locked in a teacher's desk," you remark, snarky attitude ever present.
A smile creeps onto your face, the thoughts of him being crammed into a tiny drawer seeming rather humorous to you.
"Ah, fuck you!" Chucky yells from within the locked drawer, kicking at it in anger.
You sigh, nodding your head lightly at his failed attempt to be intimidating. He could never be as scary as he tries to seem, not with the body of a kid's toy. His voice does make your spine tingle sometimes, but you'd never admit that to him.
The teacher, Mrs. O'Hara, flung him in there not too long ago. Stating that, you're 'too old for dolls.' And, 'not aloud to bring toys to class anyway.' So, for now, he's stuck in there until Mrs. O'Hara comes back to excuse you from detention.
"If you hadn't thrown me out of your backpack like that, she wouldn't have even known I was there!" he fumes, his gravelly voice being muffled by the wooden drawers.
You sigh through your nose, slamming your head down on your desk. "Well... sorry!" you apologize mockingly, sounding a bit flustered.
"I didn't expect to pull a bright orange haired doll from my school bag!" you snap back in a high-pitched voice, slight irritation in your tone as you groan in annoyance.
"And, maybe, you just need to be better at sneaking around!" you add, a bit matter-of-factly, dramatically shrugging your shoulders while flinging your hands up.
"Sneaking around?" He grinds his teeth in anger. You've officially done it; you've made him lose his mind with fury.
"Sneaking around?! Tutz, you were the one who threw me in that damn motherfucking bag in the first place!" he barks with full force, voice pitching and laced with venom.
Part of him knows you're correct, though. He crinkles his small nose, scowling at the thought of you being right. He used to be so good at sneaking around as a doll, but it seems like the fire is slowly dying out.
"Oh, yeah," you think back on what happened this morning, retracing your steps in your mind, "because I thought I was late for the bus." You bite your bottom lip, crinkling your brows into an apologetic expression as you stare down at your desk.
"Well." Chucky ignores your soft speaking, thinking quickly of a good comeback. "If you'd just hold still and give me your fucking soul!" he huffs accusingly, growling through his gritted teeth. You smile, breathily giggling as you slump your head onto the table.
Chucky's brows crinkle as he strains to listen. He rolls his bright blue eyes when he realizes that you're just laughing at him, still not taking him seriously. Used to, you took him very seriously. But now, since you've gotten older, you just laugh and giggle at how cute you think he is.
"Okay, fine," you snap, your voice breaking Chucky from his thoughts.
"You want my body? Take my body! I'm not holding you back! Go all out on me!" you quickly yell, dramatically motioning to yourself. You let out a small huff, resting your hands back on the desk.
Chucky snickers lightly, glad that you can't see the large smirk on his face. He grits his teeth, holding back from bursting out into laughter. You always phrase things so inappropriately, the best part being, you don't realize it until later.
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Wanna Play? (Chucky x Reader)
Fanfiction(y/n) is a 16-year-old emotional girl who has always had a love for toys, along with her 8-year-old brother, who sometimes attempts to steal some of the toys in her room. Her mother bought her the new Good Guy Doll before she died, a doll she's been...
