LIVING DEAD GIRL, tiffany valentine & chucky

-> chapter thirteen

Happy to announce that we will be carrying this story to a fourth act! Following the cult timeline 🥳.

Sit back, we're in for a nice long ride!

Sorry if it's not the best! Very dialogue heavy and I wasn't feeling great :/

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"I can't wait to have a fresh new body again! Oh, sweetface, you'll see I'm much better like that"

"Maybe you should forget the director and fuck the exterminator instead" Joan spoke cruelly into the phone as she had to witness yet another time that Jennifer's slept her way into gaining access to certain roles. It was completely inappropriate but the woman didn't really think she was doing anything wrong. "Jennifer this is beneath you." She scolded. "And to get your new writer involved! This can't look good.." She muttered.

Jennifer rolled her eyes at the other woman's tone. She hated being treated as if she was a child that was incapable of making her own decisions all because of some social status.

"So how do I look?" Jennifer asked as she checked her appearance in the mirror but then realized that her assistant couldn't actually see her. "Never mind!" She sighed, fixing her hair once more.

Joan reprimanded her. "Think about what you're doing, what the people are gonna say" She really had enough of having to constantly save this woman's career.

"Who cares what the people will say?" Jennifer smiled at herself in the mirror, a newfound confidence overtaking her. She was tired of being treated like a child and being a faceless entity in the views of Hollywood. She was finally going to make a better name for herself and live how she wanted.

"Don't you see how evil this is?" Joan spoke, trying her best to get through to her boss. "You're prostituting yourself so you can play the Virgin Mary" She scoffed.

Jennifer checked herself in the mirror once more, deciding to show a little more skin to get Redman's attention. After all, it was only so she could snag the role she wanted.

"This is so evil. You're going to hell" Joan complained.

"No, Hell would be ending up on 'Celebrity Fear Factor'" Jennifer responded nonchalantly.

Joan had entered the room abruptly, having been on her way to the home while they were on the phone. She walked up to her boss and frowned. "Jen! You can't do this, you're going to make an awful reputation for yourself and drag that poor writer down with you while you're at it." She stressed.

Jennifer looked at her, face set in a blank expression. "Let yourself out the back. And while you're at it, leave your key on the counter." She snapped.

Joan's face turned into a shocked one. "What are you saying..?" She spoke softly.

Jennifer had an angry scowl on her face. "You think I'm so disgusting...you think I'm going to hell. I'm only trying to survive here, Joan! God knows I wouldn't wanna drag you down with me!" She yelled. "I'm saying you're fired." She confirmed.

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Tiffany stood in a bathroom with her husband, looking at him sternly. She was just waiting for her moment to be able to get back into a human body again. She wasn't going to let her toxic relationship blind her dreams of becoming a living person once again.

"Now in artificial insemination, timing is everything so you have to hurry. That shouldn't be a problem for you" The blonde spoke smugly towards him, referencing their previous intimacy years ago. It was hard to get things done correctly when you were trapped in a plastic prison.

Chucky huffed. "Yeah, just don't let that player get into her pants. And...don't let him get into (Y/n)'s pants either 'cuz I don't want him touching my woman..until I'm him and you're her." He demanded.

Tiffany smirked smugly, her plastic fingers waving towards him in a playful manner. "You mean my woman" She teased.

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(Y/n) sat down on the small chair across from the couch where Jennifer and Redman sat together. She felt like a horrible person knowing what the two crazed dolls planned on doing with her boss but it wasn't really like she could stop them. She was really just trying not to intervene since Glen/Glenda seemed so happy that they found their other parents.

"You know, I wasn't bullshitting you when I told you I was a fan" Redman started, eyes gazing flirtatiously between the two women but mostly being reserved for Jennifer.

"That's so sweet, Redman. Which of my films is your favorite?" Jennifer asked sweetly, eyes trained on him with interest.

"That movie where you and that chick were making out" Redman answered with a smirk.

(Y/n) scoffed quietly. "Can't imagine why. Pervert" She huffed, crossing her legs uncomfortably.

"Bound. Everybody likes that one" Jennifer smiled at him. Her smile suddenly fading into a shocked frown as Redman was knocked unconscious.

A small blonde doll stepped around the couch. Tiffany stood there with an angry scowl on her face. She stares up at Jennifer.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Where's your self respect?" Tiffany scolded. "You know what my mother used to say about dirty girls? She said you can always smell it on the girls who sell it" She then smiled sweetly. "By the way, can I have your autograph? I'm a big fan!" She batted her eyelashes.

Jennifer was frightened, sitting there and staring at the doll in shock. (Y/n) just sat on the chair calmly, having been in the other woman's shoes just six years prior.

"Ms. Tilly, I know you're frightened. You're probably even wondering if you've gone completely insane! But I promise you, tomorrow you're going to wake up and this will all seem just like a bad dream. In the meantime...we can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's really up to you" Tiffany grinned as the woman fainted due to her own shock and fear.

"No wonder the girl is always in trouble. Help me move her, Sweetface" The blonde switched her bright green gaze over to the (h/c) haired female.