Good Guys Finish Last (Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 14

I was so exhausted with my own frail being.

"If I get hurt once more, I'll-" I said. I decided it was better not to finish my sentence and I wearily made my way up the stairs instead. I stopped myself to view a note on my door. I stood on my tip toes, the note placed oddly high, at the very top of the door. I assumed my grandfather put it there, being much taller than me. The note read:

Mabel, please get that red paint off your little friend!
- Grammy

Oh god, Chucky would be so mad if I even attempted to clean the blood from his overalls. I ripped the note off, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into my pocket. Before I opened the door, I held onto the handle for a few seconds. Realizing my hand was sweaty, I wiped it on my shirt. I opened the door to my room carefully and saw an average sized book blocking a small figure.

"Is that you, Margo?" He asked without looking at me. He forgot my name already. I don't know if he did so on purpose or not though.

"Yes, well, it's actually Mabel but, if I were my grandma or someone else, y-you'd be in a lot of trouble right now!" I explained from the doorway, trying to sound serious but stumbling on my own words again.

"Mabel, Margo, tomato, tomatoe, same thing! I knew it was you," He rudely remarked, ignoring my warning. "I heard the sounds of crashing and hey, look, you're here." Chucky said with mocking hand motions. I look down to the floor in defeat, feeling shamed.

"I hear every goddamn sound in this house and I can't even get any peace!" He growled with a sudden change of temper. "I had to wait 3 whole fuckin' hours before I could tell you about the rest John said! What do I care anyways?" He now pulled out his knife and pointed the blade straight at me. He tugged at my long fluffy brown hair so that I was closer to his grasp.

This outburst caught me off guard, but it reminded me of how aggressive Chucky really is. I didn't completely understand this small frightful man, he seemed like he was trying to be kind before but now he's back to his usual self.

"I-I'm sorry."

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Chucky was taken aback at how soft Mabel's hair was. At that exact moment, Chucky realized what he was doing and as he lowered his blade, he backed away from her, his hand slipping from her silky strands easily. He, a serial killer, even felt some minuscule regret for being so, well, cruel to her for no good reason. Not to mention being threatening, vulgar, and ungrateful. She had apparently saved his life, and she allowed him to stay so that he could carry out his needed revenge. Not that she had too much choice, but still.

What confused him above all was, why did he care? Why did he care if she listened to him or not? He had no reason to tell her about his plans, but he wanted to. Maybe he missed talking to someone about his mischievous plans as he did when he was still friends with Eddie.

"What are you looking for?" I curiously questioned. Chucky shaking his doll head slightly, kicked himself back into reality.

"John told me I had to find the first person I've ever told my true identity to and after saying a spell, my soul would transfer to their body and I'd be out of this one!" Chucky quickly explained.

"And that person is?"

"Andy, Andy Barclay, the little shit who I can't find anywhere! Not even this book can help me with that. I asked John if he knew of any other ways I could get out of this body and he said there was another way, but he said I was 'incapable' of doing it, so he didn't tell me shit about that. The fucker got what he deserved. Stabbed, his precious book stolen too."

"S-so, that's a b-book of spells?" I pointed to the book with a quivering hand, the book that Chucky so casually leaned against.

Chucky was, yet again, amused by her fear and took it to his advantage. He immediately laughed wildly.

"Yes, it's black magic!"

"Y-you know black magic?" I almost said in a whisper, my eyes wide.

"I've studied it for years, John was my mentor and honestly, I just use them to serve my own purposes, making me the man I am today." He points to himself with a smirk.

"Making you the doll you are today." I correct him giggle a bit, putting my dainty hand against my mouth. I'm finally getting more comfortable around this "Good Guy". Chucky raises his eyebrow, surprised by my joke, then he rolls his icy blue eyes.

"Oh yeah, very funny." He practically groans, annoyance present in his voice. "But if you were trapped in this body, you wouldn't be laughing!" He says with more frustration. "I'm a fucking serial killer, you know!" He gets even more angered when he notices I keep giggling.

"Yeah, s-sorry..." I wipe my face and finally stop laughing. "Well, how will you find Andy?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Beats me, look around the area until I get lucky." Chucky looks to the side, as if he's contemplating. "He can't be that far away, but I do know that he isn't living with his mom anymore. She was sent to a mental institute." He chuckled. "In my new body I'll be able to get to that goddamn police officer that shot me down and my backstabbing partner Eddie." The ginger doll looked awfully determined. An evil smile was present on his face.

"I don't mean to interrupt your thoughts, but um, I need to get the blood off of you." I say with a straight face. Chucky's eyes grow wide and he stretches his arms out to push me away.

"W-what? No fucking way!"

"But my grandma said I had to!" My cheeks puff up.

"You shouldn't do whatever your stupid grandma tells you to do!" He suddenly jumps up and backs away from me.

"Come on, please! It will look brand new after! I can't have you looking suspicious!" I persisted, getting up and looking down at Chucky.

"You are not treating me like some fucking play toy!" He points up at me angrily, and then makes his way to the door. He then dashes down the hallway. I can't help but smile. I don't think his little legs can take him very far. I decide to dash after him. Something about this, and Chucky himself, was fun. Not that I understood why.