"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...
It's been a long time! I do apologize for that, been busy lately. I haven't had time to write 🤍 but here I am! :D
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"I am so VERY very sorry"
Sunlight filtered through the windows, illuminating a large white bed holding two sleeping figures atop it. A soft hand lifted slowly from the mattress in order to smooth through her messy black curls. Jennifer's eyes opened groggily, focus shifting in and out as she confusedly looked around her bedroom. Her body felt heavy and her head was throbbing harshly, a dull ringing in her ears. She couldn't remember anything that had happened the previous night except a really vivid nightmare of one of the dolls from her job being alive in her house.
"Good morning" Redman's voice sounded suddenly, slightly confused but with a smug undertone. Jennifer's eyes landed on him and she instantly wondered if she had successfully seduced him, though she held no memory of the encounter at all.
"Hi." Jennifer greeted back, slightly disappointed for reasons unknown. She had remembered in her dream that the doll had scolded her and that kind of made her feel awful about herself and what she had done. Maybe Joan was right about it all.
"We must have gotten pretty wild last night" Redman laughed slightly as he stifled a yawn behind his hand. He wasn't really sure though as he didn't remember putting it down on Jennifer and he feels like he would have remembered a night like that. His head was pounding though but surely it was just the champagne talking.
"Redman, did we....?" Jennifer sat up slowly in her bed, looking over at him.
"You don't remember?" He gave her a pointed look.
Jennifer shook her head, black curls swaying around slightly. "No, it's all a blur" She stated. "What about you?" She questioned.
"I remember you screaming a lot" He shrugged. "I wonder if that writer of yours got involved..." He only hoped the other pretty woman was apart of this but he didn't see her anywhere.
"I seem to remember that too." Jennifer held back a disgusted frown at the mere mention of her writer getting involved in a sexual encounter with her. That would look good in the article for sure.
"I have that effect on women" Redman boasted with a sly grin.
"Really?" Jennifer mumbled disinterestedly as her thoughts swam with blonde hair and bright green eyes. A pretty pale face. White dress. "Wait I do remember...I had the strangest dream. I dreamt my guardian angel came to me, she had the sweetest voice I've ever heard...she told me to respect myself and then she asked for my autograph" The raven haired woman mumbled.
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The blonde stood rigidly, green eyes locked on the (h/c) haired female sitting across from her. Her tiny doll hand was messing with a lock of the woman's hair as she smiled softly. "Sweetface, I'm finally going to be the better person and give up killing! All for our child too!" She proudly stated. "Let's see, step number one, admit I have an addiction" She pondered those words for a moment. "Okay, check." She gave a determined look.
(Y/n) had been sitting with the blonde doll the entire time, watching as she desperately tried to undo all of her wrongdoings. How was she going to explain to her that murder wasn't something that could easily be erased and forgiven?
After reading through the second part of giving herself up to a higher power, Tiffany was finally at a more stable step in her plans to convert Glen/Glenda onto her side. She'd be damned if Chucky was going to stick his greedy little plastic fingers into her only chance of a happy life.
"The recovering addict must make amendments to anyone that he or she has wronged" Tiffany's green eyes gleamed as she remembered several instances where she had wronged others for her own personal gain. Those eyes shifted up to the human woman that was in the room with her. "Oh, Sweetface! I'm so sorry for how I've treated you! Please forgive me!" She suddenly cried out.
(Y/n)'s hands trembled as her (e/c) eyes widened, a surprised expression on her face. "What...?" She whispered.
"Yeah! Yeah...I completely ruined your life!" The blonde stepped forward and placed her hand on the other woman's knee. "Don't you worry, sweetface! I'm gonna make this right. For you and me" She gave a rather determined look before grabbing onto a phone that she had stolen.
The phone rang for a few moments before the person on the other end answered. "Hello?" A woman spoke distractedly. Tiffany's eyes lit up as she pressed the phone close to her plastic face.
"Good morning! Is this Ruth Bailey?" Tiffany questioned sweetly, a nervous smile on her black painted lips.
"Speaking." Ruth confirmed.
"The widow of Robert Bailey?" Tiffany questioned once more.
"Yeah, who is this?" Ruth was growing a tad impatient.
Tiffany smiled once she realized that she had gotten the right number. "Mrs. Bailey...my name is Tiffany Ray! You don't know me but a few years ago I killed your husband...and I am so very very sorry." She frowned mournfully. (Y/n)'s breath hitched as she heard the confession.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Ruth scoffed lightly.
"No, I'm completely serious!" Tiffany admitted. "But I want you to know...I'm recovering now and I've put all of that behind me!" She smiled widely, happiness lighting up her eyes.
Ruth gave a harsh cry into the phone, sobs overtaking her. "I don't know who you are, but.." Her words were cut off.
"Thank you Mrs. Bailey! Have a nice day!" Tiffany cheered as she hung up the phone, clasping her small hands into (Y/n)'s.
