"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...
I'm actually really excited to get into curse and cult. i really do like those films, might be an unpopular opinion but oh well!
I also am really eager to explore Chucky's character more (cuz he's my little ginger baby tbh) and also explore the dynamic between you and him <3
So let's wrap this up, shall we?
Note from future: I started writing this awhile back, omg hi! Happy 2023. Hope it was a good one and I am so sorry I've disappeared for awhile <3
note from future x2: so sorry that this has taken forever! i've had so much happening in my personal life, apologies for the long wait on this fic
THIS IS A BIG BOY LOL. Happy reading. ~~~~
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"It's Chucky, Sweetface. He's not gonna let you get away...just try not to let him kill ya okay?"
Chucky and Tiffany hid on the side of Jennifer's bed as the woman in question laid there watching television. (Y/n) was sitting beside her, trying her very hardest to keep herself under the illusion of just being her innocent article writer. The looming threat of Chucky's words had her mind reeling all morning and she found it difficult to focus. Betraying Chucky seemed like the most idiotic thing to do but she had already agreed to aid Tiffany in her plans. It was clear this was going to end really badly.
"This article is going to be absolutely awful! You might as well tell the entire world about how I look like a complete whale and slept my way around the industry" Jennifer frowned. "I don't even understand how I've gotten this big in only a day!" She complained.
(Y/n) gave her a look of sympathy, wishing she could tell her the real reason why this was happening to her.
"Jennifer, I won't publish anything that's private information...Hollywood eats all of that up and...and I think you're really a great person that doesn't deserve that" The (h/c) haired woman replied softly, truly believing her words.
Jennifer gazed at her with a curious smile on her lips.
"You'd know all about Hollywood exploiting your life and thinking you were crazy, huh?" The woman smiled sadly. "The whole voodoo doll possession...I didn't believe it myself at first but hey, anything is possible I suppose" She finished.
(Y/n) nodded. "Mhm...not a story you can just tell people and have them believe...only three of us know what really happened" She hated the unwanted memories flowing through her brain in that moment. "I guess I'm just sick of always being-" She was cut off by Jennifer.
"The crazy one, I know." The raven haired woman sighed. "You and me both, honey" She hummed. She then leaned over and grabbed her phone, dialing a few numbers and waiting for the other end to pick up.
"This is Joan" A familiar british woman's voice rang out through the line.
"Joan, I'm fat." Jennifer stressed as she once again gazed at her rapidly growing bump. Panic finally started to settle in.
