LIVING DEAD GIRL, tiffany valentine & chucky

-> chapter six

Alrighty, we're wrapping up act one pretty soon. I've decided to go ahead and take this down the seed of Chucky path and POSSIBLY the curse of Chucky path. Still deciding on that one! I do love Nica tho :)

Let me know what you think!

Also the different acts wouldn't be in separate books, they'd be split into this book into different parts. 💘 so you don't have to switch books to read everything that's part of this series.

I wanna thank you all for the love shown on this! You guys enjoying this book makes me super happy 🫶🏻😗 have a great Halloween everyone! Watch out for wild shapes 💃🎃.

Please do take note that this'll be very in tune with the more crazy and weird side of the franchise, so a lot of shit is gonna go down and I have a general idea of what I want to happen, idk if you're ready tho 😌.

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"I'm getting out of this body one way or another."

Black painted fingernails belonging to small plastic doll fingers reached out, dotting the lashes of pretty (e/c) eyes with mascara. The blonde hummed in satisfaction as she eyed her own work, hand moving to grab some black lipstick as she prepared to lather the female's lips with it next. (Y/n) was powerless to stop her as her hands were tied behind her back and she was pressed close to her best friend, who currently wasn't fond of her.

"Hold still, honey, or I'm gonna poke you in the eye again" The blonde scolded.

Up front, Chucky sat in the passenger seat, gun in hand as Jesse drove them mindlessly ahead to wherever they needed to go to find his gravesite. The driving male bit back his nerves as his wife and her best friend were tied up in the back and being prodded at by Tiffany. He knew he needed to find a way to get them out of this.

Jade frowned as Tiffany walked away in order to tend to the cooking she was currently doing. Her head shifted back, leaning against her best friend's shoulder as she thought about what to possibly say to fix their situation.

"She's...she's going to use you...and Jesse. So does that mean I'm.." She settled on, her voice portraying how scared she truly was. (Y/n) shushed her quietly.

"Hey, I know..but it's going to be okay, Jade. I-I promise" (Y/n) didn't often like making promises she could never keep but they needed to keep a clear mind to deal with how they're going to escape the murderous dolls.

Tiffany glided back over to them, green eyes switching between them before she focused her attention on the (h/c) haired female once more. Her fingers reached out to touch and prod at her features. Her black painted lips turning up into a grin.

"I knew I made the right choice! Look at you, sweetface! You're an absolute angel." Tiffany cooed happily, wiping away tears that were escaping the female's eyes. "Ah ah. Don't shed those tears now, you'll ruin all my hard work! Don't worry. I'll take real good care of ya." She promised. "Yes. I believe I'm going to look absolutely ravishing" She cheered.

The blonde stepped away from the two females as she approached the stove and grabbed a plate, taking it to the front.

"'Scuse me." She said as she held the plate out to Chucky.

The ginger's blue eyes lit up at the sight of the food on it. "Nobody makes Swedish meatballs like you, babe" He grinned, taking some of them.

"Thanks, honey pot." Tiffany leaned forwards and kissed his cheek before turning around and walking back into the room where the two females were situated.

"Tiff!" Chucky's voice called out to his blonde counterpart.

"Huh?" She hummed in reply as she set the plate down on the countertop.

"Those dishes aren't gonna wash themselves, ya know." He spoke nonchalantly. The blonde's eyes twitched a little as her lips downturned into a frown. She was visibly upset by this but tried not to let it get to her.

(Y/n) eyed her, a spark of an idea locking into her head before she was grabbing the blonde's attention. "You were nice enough to cook for him." She whispered softly, hoping that Jade caught onto the plan.

Tiffany focused her attention on the (h/c) haired female, standing straight up and clenching her fists.

"The least he could do is wash one dish" Jade cut in, catching onto her best friend's idea.

Tiffany's patience seemed to snap right then as she was picking up the plate and throwing it forwards. It smashed on the dashboard and alerted the other doll, who was taken back by her sudden hostility.

"What're you doin'?" He asked with wide, angered eyes. "What would Martha Stewart say?" He spoke sarcastically.

Tiffany's green eyes blazed with newfound anger at her counterpart. She completely blew up at him.

"Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha Stewart can kiss my shiny plastic butt!" She raved. "Here I am slaving away over a hot stove, making cookies, making Swedish meatballs, and for what?! For a man who doesn't appreciate me! For a man who can't even wash one fucking dish! For a man who isn't even a man at all where it counts!" She snapped. "If you get my drift" She added cruelly.

The blonde turned to Jade, eyes blazing with rage. "Take it from me, honey. Plastic is no substitute for a nice hunk of wood." She glared.

Jesse drove helplessly as Chucky turned to face him.

"I didn't hear her complaining last night" He scoffed. "Any guy would need a hunk of plastic...probably battery operated to get a reaction out of you in bed." He shot her with the same level of cruelty. "And by the way! Where the hell did you learn to bake?" His voice was firm.

Tiffany gasped. "How dare you speak to me that way!" She was enraged but Jade saw an opportunity as she lifted her foot, kicking the blonde into the open oven.

Jesse turned and grabbed Chucky, chucking him from the RV through the open window beside him.

(Y/n) and Jade held each other as the RV went off course and crashed into a nearby ditch.

(Y/n)'s head smacked against the floor from the impact and she was out.