LIVING DEAD GIRL, tiffany valentine & chucky

-> chapter twenty

I'll be on vacation with family soon so I kind of want to put as much chapters out as I can before the end of the week 🫡

thanks for 40k 🥰
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6 months ago

The tall blonde woman shoved the two doors open with her hands, angrily strutting into the front room of her home and settling on her couch. Things were going absolutely fine and it had been years since she even had to worry about her past with him. She was a star and nobody could touch her anymore. She wasn't trailer park Tiffany Valentine looking for her long lost serial killer lover who never even appreciated her. That was a title she happily discarded when she died in that bathtub.

Her hands snatched a nearby magazine and she studied the face staring back at her. The forgotten hollywood star turned into an overnight sensation all thanks to the hard work that Tiffany had put into playing the obscure role. She hadn't properly found the time to figure out what her current relationship with the (h/c) haired woman that stood beside her nowadays.

She supposed they were together but the signs of Stockholm Syndrome were relevant. She chose to ignore it because she did immensely enjoy the company of the other woman.

The sound of the phone ringing shrilly broke the blonde from her trance, her frightened green eyes snapping over to the source. Her mind was reeling after her recent interview where she had to answer questions based around the setting of the "Jen Tilly attack" from years ago. It had been long enough and yet the memory of that ginger and his captivating presence still held a strong grip on her heart and body. She would undoubtedly fall into his twisted game of chess once more and she hated that she'd let him move her around without her control once more.

Heaving a soft sigh, the woman picked up the phone and held it to her ear. "Hello?" She spoke sweetly into the other end. "Jennifer Tilly speaking, who's this?" She brushed up on her keen acting skills.

"Hey babe. How's fame treatin' ya?" The accented deep male voice spoke on the other end, a teasing tone.

Tiffany's eyes widened and she clutched at the phone even tighter, gasping and it was just barely audible. It was impossible that he found her when she was so far past him and so done with his wicked ways. The lure of his tone had drawn her in and she couldn't help but miss her killer counterpart. They did say that sometimes you just can't kick an old habit and it stays with you forever.

"Chucky..." Tiffany whispered, gazing around at every single corner of her home. The twins and (Y/n) were luckily not home at the moment and she was incredibly thankful because it would be easier to deal with a possible attack from her ex husband. "I thought I killed you." She stated bluntly, though her brave facade was going to cave in at any moment.

"You thought you did a lot of stuff didn't ya? I'd love to remind you who took out your pathetic human self in the first place, Tiff. I can do that just as easy, not like the public would miss a dirty fuckin' liar such as yourself" Chucky taunted.

"Fuck you, Chucky! I washed you away years ago...don't you know? I don't need your sorry ass anymore!" The blonde fought back before feeling a sharp sting on the back of her leg, sending her tumbling to the floor with a cry of pain.

Crimson bubbled from a deep wound in her calf as she glanced up and met eyes with a familiar ginger doll. He was holding a phone in his hand and in the other was a knife. His blue eyes stared her down harshly as he took in her frightened form below him, just as it should always be. He always held the power and she damn well knew it.

The doll walked slowly closer to her as he jammed the knife down forcefully into her right hand, listening to her scream and smiling to himself. It felt so fucking good to finally get her back for this absolutely frustrating situation she had gotten him in. He was not a father, not a husband, not a GOOD GUY. He was a cold blooded killer and he was sticking to it from now on.

"You're nothing without me, Valentine. Absolutely fucking NOTHING" He snarled, ripping the knife from her abused hand and hearing her sobs increase as she glared heatedly at him.

"What the hell do you want from me, Chucky!?" Tiffany snapped, gripping his coveralls with her rapidly bleeding hand. "I don't have your amulet anymore so you can't change back" She smiled evilly.

Chucky only tilted his head at her and grinned. "I have it." He watched her eyes widen again. "I have a new interest...a new body, I just need help accessing it first and well..." He brought his hand up to the blonde's cheek and lovingly stroked it. "I can't do it without my right hand woman, can I?" He told her.

Just like that, Tiffany Valentine had fallen underneath the horrible spell of the man that constantly haunted her dreams. Helping him was just her purpose at this point.

"What do you need me to do?" She questioned, watching his smile widen at her acceptance.

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                   present day

(Y/n) stood leaning against the countertop in the Pierce kitchen as Nica and Alice worked on cooking dinner for the family. The woman couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal towards her blonde haired counterpart even though she knew that it was very unlikely that she could ever be trusted. She had thought that their bond steadily increased over the years and she could actually gain something out of cutting ties with her closest friends and family and joining the Tilly family.

Perhaps she was the foolish one.

Alice clutched the ginger haired doll to her chest as she watched idly as her aunt prepared everything they'd need for dinner. She had grown an awful attachment to the doll and (Y/n) knew that it was not going to end good, after all she'd seen this film way too many times.

Barb entered the kitchen and fixed the (h/c) haired woman with a stern glare before she switched her attention towards her daughter and sister.

"You still have that thing? It was obviously sent here by mistake. It must belong to someone else" The dark haired woman started. "And Alice you already have too many dolls as it is" She scolded.

Alice's eyes lit up with sadness as she held the doll tighter to her chest. "But Chucky's my friend till the end!" She whined.

(Y/n) huffed underneath her breath and watched the scene before her without interfering.

"I actually think it's a really nice gesture" Nica smiled and ruffled the little girl's hair.

"Thank you, Aunty Nica" Alice hugged her gently as she smiled so brightly.

"It's a doll! What's the worst that could happen, huh?" Nica tried to reassure her older sister, missing the way the (h/c) haired woman shifted uneasily.

"I liked to be hugged" Chucky's cartoon robotic voice cheerily interrupted the conversation.