"Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?
Living Dead Girl"
What started as an innocent favor of helping her friend and her boyfriend deliver two very strange dolls, quickly becomes a bloodbath for (y/n) as her two...
I think I am addicted to writing this story now. I've got tons of things I wanna do floating in my head 😗.
Ready for some quality Glen/Glenda content? This is a bit of a filler cuz it's basically just you and them.
Next time, we start getting into it though 🫣
Oh! And right now I am still referring to Glen/Glenda as "he" though that won't last, it'll change to their actual pronouns once the part comes up 💘 just wanted to let you know I wasn't using the wrong terms for negative reasons! <3
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"I think you're the nicest human I've ever met!"
The woman truly believed that she might have fainted and this was all a scary vision that her already traumatized mind conjured up. Her back was pressed against the front of her sofa as she stared wide eyed at this strange doll that had broken into her home and told her that she was his mother. How was it even possible for her to have a literal doll? It made no sense but then again, it made no sense for voodoo magic to even exist in the first place.
Glen was standing before her, fidgeting with his fingers nervously as he stayed silent. He figured it was best to give her time to process this news but she hadn't stopped staring at him wearily for the past twenty minutes. He didn't want to make sudden movements in fear of her retaliating in self defense. He knew she was going to be scared based on the information he had found on her when he tracked her down.
"Mom...I'm your...mom? And you're my..son?" (Y/n)'s voice wavered slightly as she spoke, still eyeing him. She had noticed the small subtle similarities between them.
"Yes, well, you are one of them! Uh, I haven't been able to find the other yet...but I think you might be familiar with my other mom and with my d-dad" Glen moved closer as if he wanted to reach out to her. "I came all this way to find you! I had to meet you..." He whispered.
(Y/n) had tried to rack her brain for any possible DOLLS she could have slept with...but of course she came up empty. That meant it obviously had to be two specific ones...
"Chucky...and T-Tiffany..." She whispered, realization snapping into her immediately. Glen seemed to brighten up at this.
"Yes! Um, you are familiar with them? Oh I do bet they're wonderful!" Glen praised as he sent her a soft smile.
She didn't want to be the one to tell him that they were two serial killers who were only cold blooded. Where did she even fit in with all of this?
(Y/n)'s hand reached out, settling itself on the doll's cheek as she studied his features. His lips morphed into a smile at her affections and she felt a surge of emotion rush through her. Mainly a loving feeling.
"Well, it's...good to meet you, Glen" She told him sweetly before being engulfed in a surprise embrace from the doll as he latched onto her. She let out a soft noise before she clutched onto him, standing to her feet.
The woman walked into the kitchen and set the doll down onto the countertop as she ran a hand through her hair and tried to understand how she was supposed to deal with the fact that she had a doll for a son that shared DNA with two serial killers.
Glen was sitting atop the counter, smiling adoringly at the woman before him. If she was this lovely, surely his other parents were the same way. He heard a few rumors when he was trying to find them but that stuff couldn't be true...right?
"Listen. Glen...I-I wasn't on the best of terms with your other parents so I don't really know how you want me to help you find them-" (Y/n)'s cut off by the doll's words.
"Don't worry about it, mom! I already found them actually. There's this studio where they are being held, a uh, movie?" Glen's eyes were confused but he seemed so sure that he had found the answers he was looking for. The woman didn't want to let him down so she figured she'd let him find out on his own.
"There's an issue there...they're not alive anymore. I-I mean! I mean, the souls aren't in there anymore you know? It's just props now." She frowned. "I'm sorry-" She was once again cut off as the doll reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar looking amulet. The same one she had dug out of Chucky's grave at his demands.
Glen's eyes met hers again. "Help me find them again and I think I can bring them back" He pleaded.
