LIVING DEAD GIRL, tiffany valentine & chucky

-> chapter ten

Are we ready to meet our wonderful murder dolls once again? :)

Also a bit more time with Jennifer and Joan 😗

Why does everyone Reader come into contact with have names that start with the letter J?

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"Long time no see, huh sweetface?"

"What's going on in the world today?" Jennifer's voice rang out into the air as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, fixing her hair and making faces at herself to see how she looked. The dressing room was slightly cramped as the three women stood in it and (Y/n) had hid Glen in one of her biggest bags and ordered him to remain quiet so no one would find him.

After their chat at her home the previous day, he had told her that the set of the movie that Jennifer was starring in was where the other two dolls were. She simply didn't want to know what would happen if she refused to help him. Not only was he her son, but he was also unpredictable and she didn't know if that Chucky and Tiffany DNA would present itself at any given moment.

"Julia Roberts is getting a million for her next film" Joan, the actress's assistant, spoke calmly as she stood beside (Y/n).

"I'm so tired of hearing about Julia Roberts! You know I should have played Erin Brockovich, I could've done it without the wonder-bra" Jennifer complained. "Julia stole that part right out from under me. You know how? She slept with the director, that's what I think" She ranted.

Joan looked at her in disbelief, sighing heavily. "Jennifer, you know that's not true." She frowned as if she was scolding a child. Sometimes (Y/n) really did believe that Joan's words were a little rude.

The raven haired female sat down on the chair nearby and lifted a very familiar ginger haired doll up into her lap. He was remodeled but his crystal blue eyes seemed to hold the same menacing glint in them if you looked hard enough. (Y/n) swore for a moment that those eyes zeroed in on her for a brief second like he was trying to remember who she was.

"How come I don't get any of the good roles anymore? How come nobody takes me seriously?" Jennifer huffed with a frown on her face. Chucky's head lolled over to rest on her chest, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Nice tits" He complimented robotically.

"Thank you" Jennifer smiled but it quickly faded away. "Look at me, I'm an Oscar nominee, for Christ's sake! And now I'm a fucking puppet. Got no fan mail, no paparazzi, no stalkers! There must be something I'm right for." She finished.

(Y/n) felt a rush of sympathy for the woman and that prompted her to place a comforting hand on her arm only for Jennifer to shove Chucky into her arms and stand up. "Thanks for holding that for me" She smiled gratefully before turning to her assistant.

The doll's weight was heavy but she supported him by wrapping an arm over his stomach and keeping his back propped against her front. Small plastic hands reached out to grab hold of her shirt before they returned to their limp, lifeless form.

"Let's see...hip-hop superstar, turned director Redman is still looking for the right actress to take the female lead in his upcoming Bible epic" Joan explained.

"That sounds good, what's the role?" Jennifer questioned absentmindedly.

Joan laughed to herself. "Virgin Mary" Her giggles had died down when she realized that Jennifer looked awfully serious in that moment. (Y/n) nervously stood there silently as she continued to balance Chucky against her.

"What's so funny?" Jennifer demanded, voice firm.

"Nothing" Joan cleared her throat nervously.

"It's perfect! It's just what I need to reinvent myself. The Virgin Mary. I've always loved the way she wears robes, hair off her face" Jennifer moved her hair back slightly. "Kinda like this!" She seemed very excited about this idea. "Joan, get Morty on the phone and tell him I need to have a meeting with this Redman right away" She cheered.

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(Y/n) could seriously get into a lot of trouble if she was caught sneaking in here but the prop room's door was open and she knew the dolls had to be stationed in there for the time being. She gripped the bag tighter as she slipped inside and closed the door behind her.

Glen freed himself from the bag once she did and stumbled over to two plastic bags which held the ginger and blonde dolls inside of them. He looked amazed as he gazed at them.

"Mom? Dad?" Glen seemed so happy to find them but (Y/n) was nervous about both getting caught and having to deal with them once again. "I've dreamed of this moment all my life! Us being together again..I know this must come as quite a shock. It's going to be an adjustment for all of us." He was growing a little sadder at the lack of greeting as he pulled the amulet out and held it up to them.

"Look, I still have the necklace you left me! I've always wanted to know, what do these words mean? Is it our family motto? Please say something!" He was growing desperate, (Y/n) crouching to give him a reassuring touch to the shoulder despite how absolutely terrified she was. "It's because of the way I look, isn't it? Wake up." He mumbled sadly before testing out the words on the amulet to see if they'd do anything.

The eyes of each doll snapped open as they both sat up and moved the plastic covering off of them. They looked confused, blinking at their surroundings. (Y/n) stepped back slightly from fear but Glen seemed to hold a large excitement upon seeing them.

"Tiff?" The ginger's rough voice called out as he inspected his blonde counterpart with a weary look.

"Chucky?" The blonde replied, voice just as confused as she studied him before her eyes landed on the familiar female in the corner, green eyes lighting up. "Sweetface! What a pleasant surprise." She grinned before her eyes were shifting to the doll standing in front of them. Chucky was giving him looks of disgust and confusion.

"Who the hell are you?" He snapped rudely. Glen was oblivious to how annoyed he was.

"His name's Glen" (Y/n) explained nervously, shifting on her feet as Chucky's eyes met hers briefly, amusement clouding them.

"Look who came crawling back! I bet it's cuz of me, right?" He spoke smugly.

"No. It's because of your hot wife actually" (Y/n) replied sarcastically, arms crossing over her chest. She had no idea what had even possessed her to grow a sudden confidence boost.

Tiffany grinned up at her. "Thank you, sweetface" She spoke proudly. "Now...where are your mother and father?" Her attention shifted back to the green doll once more.

"Checking from that face, my guess is they're hiding" Chucky spoke up, an amused smile on his lips as the two women in the room glared his way. Tiffany elbowed him in the side.

"Shut up, you asshole." The blonde scolded.

"Come on! It looks like the kid fell off the ugly tree...and hit every branch on the way down" Chucky coughed. "Ya gotta feel bad for the parents. I wonder what they must look like" He added. (Y/n) bit back her anger at his behavior.

"Oh my god.." Tiffany came to the realization as Chucky looked fearful once he started to realize it as well.

"What? No you didn't...we didn't..." The ginger stared up at (Y/n) as he noticed some of the similarities between her and the doll child. "I know we definitely didn't!" His eyes grew wide.

"The ritual worked for me, I remember! But it didn't last long because of my injuries...I took Sweetface's body long enough to have Glen before I was trapped back in here" Tiffany explained to him. She gushed happily, spreading her arms out wide.

"Oh Sweetface! Come to mommy!" She cooed happily to Glen.