LIVING DEAD GIRL, tiffany valentine & chucky

-> chapter eight

Apologies if the writing lacks here, I've had a pretty awful day unfortunately <3

But we're finally getting into S.O.C, which is very fun to me cuz I get to actually write Jennifer Tilly into this lmao! :) and Glen! I adore Glen.

Glen, who's your little british doll child who you don't even remember 😗

And of course there's...ginger boy and wifey Tiffany to come ruin your life once more! 😌🤞🏻

This chapter is you meeting Jen Tilly and then you and Glen. Happy reading 📖

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"How the hell did you get in here!? And who are you!?"

It had been six years. Six long, grueling years since the events that had twisted the young woman's life up forever. Forgetting is a task not easy to do with something as traumatic as the stuff she had lived through. Moving to LA had been difficult but it also was the push she needed to leave the remnants of her previous life behind her. After the incident, she had woken up in a hospital bed with Jade and Jesse sitting at her bedside and she had no recollection of how she even got sent to the hospital in the first place. Jade refused to tell her anything as she didn't want to scare her.

Cut to six years later, (Y/n) was living in an apartment building in LA far away from her mother while juggling a job as an article writer. She wrote about various celebrities and how they were able to navigate life with the stardom they had achieved. The majority of them were pretty rude and she found that part to be unpleasant but she had also met some kind ones as well.

She had unfortunately grown a strange cult following due to her being involved in the whole 'Chucky and Tiffany' situation years ago. It was hard to really move on when it was constantly being thrown in her face left and right. She didn't exactly blame them for making a huge scene of it, the situation was bizarre and this was Hollywood.

Right now she was walking on the set of a movie going into production that was called "Chucky Goes Psycho" and if her legs weren't turning into jelly at the mere mention of his name, she would have laughed at the ridiculous idea of it. She didn't need to have it explained to her why they chose her specifically to cover this celebrity who was working on this current project.

A glance over to the set and she could see the two dolls formerly holding the souls of the two murderous killers, now their bodies rebuilt to be used as props. She ignored the heavy chills that she got before focusing her attention on where she needed to go to find this particular celebrity.

A tall black haired woman emerged from one of the doors, her curves being on show in the sleek cheetah print dress she was wearing. It was skin tight, her chest practically spilling from the top of it. Her steps were radiating confidence and also elegance as she paraded around the set. Heels clicking as she walked absentmindedly, a smaller brunette following behind her.

Jennifer Tilly.

(Y/n) could definitely admit that she was stunning as she wasn't blind to women and their beauty. During the last six years, she did have her share of girlfriends as well as boyfriends. Nobody ever really stayed long enough after finding out that she was one of the killer doll survivors. Too much baggage is what they claimed.

The raven haired woman stopped and turned, her hazel eyes lighting up as they met her (e/c) ones. A sweet smile placed itself on her lips as she strode over to her, heels clacking loudly.

"Oh you must be the writer! (Y/n)! Welcome. I'm Jennifer" The woman wrapped her arms around the other woman's frame tightly, crushing her right up against her. "It's great to have someone who has the experience, maybe you can help me prepare for this role." Jennifer's hand clasped around the other woman's and she began to tug her along with her.

"Uhhh! I could?" (Y/n) didn't want to protest against her since she's technically her boss in a way but it was still sensitive to have to talk about even after the six year time period.

"Jennifer, I'm so proud of you" The brunette finally spoke after just silently following the two of them. She seemed to want to distract her boss from being able to talk about the incident which (Y/n) had mentally thanked her for.

"For what?" Jennifer replied as she mindlessly adjusted her dress and stood with the three of them in her dressing room.

"For sticking to your diet" Joan beamed, patting her shoulder gently. Jennifer gazed at her for a moment, brown eyes studying her before her face broke out into a smile.

"Thank you." Jennifer replied back sweetly.

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(Y/n) kicked her door closed as she walked into her small apartment, setting down her things and taking off her coat. Phone balanced between her shoulder and ear, she listened to her best friend update her on what was going on in her own life. Jade and Jesse had stayed together and moved to Illinois. The couple had a one year old daughter together and seemed to be living happily now.

"Emily's been doing really good in school lately but Jesse wants to have another...I'm not sure what I want yet. Have you thought about that?" Jade asked.

"Thought about what?" (Y/n) replied absentmindedly as she entered her kitchen and got some water. She picked at her skirt nervously.

"Kids...I mean, it's not my place to even say I just" Jade meant well but she knew that her best friend wasn't really looking for a partner right now. "I want you to be happy" She finished.

The female was about to reply when she noticed the curtains slightly moving. It could have been anything but the movement skyrocketed her anxiety and sent a spark of fear through her. "I'll call you back..." She trailed off before abruptly hanging up on Jade.

Her steps were slow and cautious as she approached the area where her curtains were moving. She was passing by and suddenly her leg caught on something, pointedly small plastic fingers wrapping around her ankle, and she was falling heavily on the floor.

"Sorry!" A British accented voice called out almost apologetically.

The woman turned over and let out a gasp upon seeing a doll standing in front of her. He had green skin, ginger hair, and a pair of bright blue eyes. He had on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved purple shirt. He smiled in an attempt to show no harm but his teeth were razor sharp.

(Y/n) opened her mouth to scream but the doll's hand was clamping over her lips before she could. He had a fearful look on his face.

"Wait! Please don't be frightened! I'm sorry..!" His words were rushed out frantically as he gazed at the woman with a look of sorrow.

"Who the hell are you!? How'd you get in here!" (Y/n) demanded once his hand was off of her mouth. She let her eyes trail over him, noticing a slight resemblance between him and herself in a few ways.

"I'm Glen...I think you're my mom!" He blurted out, eyes wide. "Uh, one of them.." He added.