"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...
Ahhh. 12k reads :D Truly thank you all for the lovely feedback on this fic. I see so many heartwarming comments about how so many of you love this story and it really does give me the confidence to continue writing it for you 💘🥹
We get our first Chucky & Tiff kill after so long and then it's time to venture to the lovely Jennifer Tilly's house for totally normal reasons and no trauma at all 😗
Also should point out that I know there's lack of Chucky and Reader interaction, you have a strict bond with Tiff but that's because in act three, we follow the curse plotline which is only you and Chucky for the most part so there will be plenty of interaction there 🫶🏻
Based on how I plan things, could possibly be an act four...but we'll see!
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"We're movie stars!"
"What's going on, where are we?" Chucky questioned as he gazed around the strange room filled with a bunch of different wires and set props. He then watched his apparent son hugging the blonde to his side. He then stared ahead at the young woman that was standing idly in front of them. He didn't expect to see her again after he was killed six years ago for the hundredth time in his plastic existence but here he was.
"In Hollywood, I saw you on TV" Glen answered meekly as his arms remained around the blonde doll's waist.
Tiffany's eyes gleamed with happiness at those words, a look of awe appearing on her dollish features. "Chucky, wake up! Look at us! We've had a makeover, we're movie stars!" She cheered.
Chucky was about to reply but the sound of someone entering the room was heard. "Shit! Barbie mode!" He hissed before both he and Tiffany went lifeless once more. Glen ran over and hid somewhere out of sight but (Y/n) didn't have enough time to as a prop technician had already walked in.
"You aren't supposed to be in here, lady" He scolded, eyes stern as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Can I help ya find something?" He questioned in irritation.
(Y/n)'s eyes widened as she stammered nervously. "Um, n-no I was just...looking at..them. They're so lifelike" She laughed nervously, embarrassment seeping into her skin as the man gave her a strange look.
"They're puppets. They don't walk and talk by themselves" The man sighed before approaching the dolls. "If they want them to work, I'm gonna have to take them apart. Maybe you can help since you think it's cool to break into unauthorized locations" He was snarky with her and she didn't appreciate it.
"M-Mommy..?" Glen whispered quietly to himself as he stood behind a curtain, watching the ordeal with confused eyes.
(Y/n) watched as the man's hands drifted towards Tiffany. He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled down the back of her dress to expose her back where a small compartment was held for batteries.
Tiffany let out a few whimpers only audible to her own ears as the man began to get into her back with a screwdriver.
Chucky had already woken back up and had slipped away, messing with a string he had found. (Y/n) knew he was going to intervene at some point to stop the man from going any further. The ginger whistled and got the attention of the man, who whipped around and faced him with wide eyes.
"What the fuck- you do this as a prank or something, lady? You think this is funny?" The man reached out and grasped (Y/n) by the wrist, pain shooting through her arm at his rough grip.
"She might not, but I do! If you don't get your hands off her, I'll do it for ya" Chucky spoke loudly, his voice holding a serious rage. "Watch your step." His eyes glimmered their usual mischief.
The man let out a confused noise before stepping back and tripping on some fake prop blood, slipping backwards. Tiffany held one end of a string while Chucky quickly grabbed the other and they watched in fascination and amusement as the man's head came clean off, real blood flowing everywhere.
(Y/n) gasped, backing herself into a corner as she eyed the gruesome scene before her. Glen had just come of hiding but he looked petrified as a wet spot formed in his pants and it began to run down his legs, forming a puddle on the floor.
"Hey, you're pissing your pants" Chucky grimaced slightly at the sight.
"Chucky, she's just had an accident." Tiffany scolded.
"You mean he's had an accident" Chucky scoffed. The two dolls looked up at (Y/n).
"Don't look at me" She told them simply with a shrug. It was surprising how calm she was when in the presence of a literal dead body but she had already been down this road before with them. "I have to go, just figure this out!" She hurriedly told them before rushing from the room, distraught at the sight she had seen.
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(Y/n) had been sitting around her apartment mindlessly, watching the news and seeing how her boss, Jennifer Tilly, was now a supposed suspect of a murder she didn't commit.
"Been down that road" She commented to herself bitterly as she recalled her past with Jesse and Jade. The first time she had ever crossed paths with those killer dolls.
The woman startled slightly as her phone rang before reaching over and answering it. "Hello?" She questioned mindlessly.
"Hey (Y/n), listen I need you to do something for me" Jennifer started, speaking softly. "I need you to get me a bottle of champagne and bring it by my house...maybe stay here with me, we can uh, have dinner! As a celebration for you being my best and most respectful writer" She cheered.
"Oh, uh...okay! I'll be there as soon as I can" She promised before hanging up and grabbing her keys.
