"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...
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"Oh, and Redman? Drop dead"
"Good morning, Stan" Jennifer's voice floated into the phone as she greeted her driver. It was awfully obvious that the man had a thing for the woman and wanted to make a move but he was always too nervous. "What is so important you wanted to tell me?" She questioned, wondering why he had bothered to contact her first thing in the morning.
"Well, the thing is, Jennifer..." Stan started but he was cut off by the woman making a soft noise as if she were about to throw up. It really couldn't have been worse timing.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what's got into me" Jennifer apologized hastily. "So you were saying.." She trailed off absentmindedly.
"Forget it." Stan sighed before exchanging a goodbye with the woman and hanging up. Jennifer frowned, not pleased with how their conversation had went.
She shook off those feelings though, deciding to go find Redman.
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(Y/n) often had to ground herself when she was stuck in situations like this, which wasn't ever a thing until six years ago when she was dragged along for the most horrific experience of her life. She thought she had escaped this nightmare and was finally ready to return to normalcy, or at least her own comforting version of it. The woman made a promise to herself mentally that once things went haywire, she'd find a way out again. She had to. Right now, she was standing in Jennifer Tilly's bathroom while two murderous dolls devised a plan to steal her body and the one of her date while forcing her to conceive a child in order for their doll child to inhabit the baby. That doll child having been born from (Y/n)'s body in the first place.
Yeah, there probably wasn't much room for therapy to even scratch the surface of her trauma.
"Hey, beautiful." The raspy voice of a familiar ginger haired doll spoke up suddenly, the woman spinning to find said doll sitting on the edge of the bathtub. "Been waiting for us to be alone, ya know?" He smirked. He seemed oddly smug about something but she couldn't really place it.
The woman took a shallow, nervous breath as she clenched her hands together in front of her.
"Am I supposed to assume you're getting me alone for positive reasons...or do you want something from me?" She crossed her arms. Chucky's eyes lit up, pools of blue gleaming with mischief.
"Smart girl" Chucky praised, swinging his little plastic legs amusedly. "Tiff's bound to leave me in the dust once she figures out how to get her hands on Tilly's body...and nobody leaves me" His eyes flashed dangerously. "So, you're gonna either help me or you can choose to help her. Only one of us is gettin' outta these bodies" He told her.
A cold chill ran through (Y/n)'s body at his words. Surely he didn't know about her already made plans with Tiffany...but he seemed like he definitely knew something.
"And...and if I don't help you?" She risked asking the question that she knew would only end badly for her. Her curiosity had overpowered her though in this case.
The ginger hopped up onto the sink, grabbing her shirt in his tiny hands and yanking her down to be level with his face.
"I'll find you and make you fuckin' pay" He promised.
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"That pig!" Tiffany hissed underneath her breath as she crouched by the couch, listening in on Redman's conversation with Jennifer about her pregnancy. God, the nerve of some men. She couldn't even believe it. Anger surged through her and she suddenly got the urge to do something she promised she was ready to give up on. Perhaps...it was okay to have a slip up. The doll scurried off to the phone for a moment.
"Recovery hotline." A voice spoke on the other end as the blonde held the device against her ear.
"Yes, I'm in recovery...and I'm afraid I'm going to have a slip" Tiffany admitted.
"Can you get to a meeting?" The operator asked.
"No, it's not really an option...i just freak everybody out" Tiffany spoke mournfully.
"We're not here to judge you, what's your name?" The voice reassured.
"Tiffany." The blonde informed.
"Listen to me, Tiffany...I know what you're going through" The operator spoke softly. "In fact, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret...just last week, I had a slip" They admitted.
Tiffany's green eyes lit up with surprise. "Really?" She gasped.
"Yeah, and believe me, it was not pretty" They replied.
The doll let out a soft laugh. "It never is, is it?" She whispered. That gave her all the strength to do what she needed to do.
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The blonde spied on the dinner between that filthy pig and Jennifer, waiting until the woman exited the room before she ran underneath the table and started to slowly carve the man's insides out, feeling more powerful than she ever did before. He deserved it after all.
"Bye-Bye" Tiffany whispered as her green eyes cruelly stared into the dying man's.
Redman whimpered. "Jennifer.." He cried painfully.
The woman in question dismissed him. "Do you mind? I'm on the phone!" She scoffed at his rudeness, completely unaware that he was dying.
After her phone call, the woman stood in the doorway of the kitchen. "I'm leaving. You can let yourself out" She gathered her things as the man stared into her eyes with an almost lifeless gaze.
"By the way, Redman...drop dead" She uttered, hurriedly exiting the room just as the man's dead body slammed down on the table.
