"All Mine." - A Chucky Fanfiction

☆ CH.1 - The Doll ☆

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TW: F slur (censored)

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☆ J A K E ' S P O V ☆

- Sunday -

I was walking around my neighborhood, then I saw this garage sale.

I started looking around at the old vintage stuff the owner was trying to get rid of.

I saw a table with knives and I walked over. I grinned and put the butcher knife under my shirt, hiding it.

Then a doll caught my eye, it was next to the knives. I guess I was too focused on them to realise a doll was literally right next to them.

It was wearing a multi-coloured, striped, long sleeved shirt, blue overalls and had short ginger hair.

I picked him up, 'Good Guy' was the print on his overalls.

Hm. You'd be perfect for my sculpture.

The owner walked over, "Hey kiddo, Can I help you?" I slightly furrowed my brows as she called me 'kiddo'.

"Uhm, yes. How much for the doll?"

"Twenty bucks. You into vintage?"

"No, retro."

"What's the difference?"

"Ten bucks off."

She smiled, "Sure kid."

I gave her a fake smile and paid her.

I put the doll under my arm and walked away, down the street. I turned on a podcast, by a boy in my school. Devon Evans.

I'd never actually met him, but I've seen him. He's gorgeous, and he seems awesome to be around.

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"Minx! Here Minxie!" I called out for my cat.

I walked up to my room, and put the doll on my desk. I pet Minx and got back to the doll.

"Alright. Time to rip your head off your body now~"

I don't know why, but I LOVE ripping heads off. No wonder my last friends ditched me...

I tried to take his head off, but it was really stuck. I took the knife I stole out of my jacket,

Let's see what you can do.~

I looked back over at the doll, just then my Dad came home.

"Jake! I'm home!" I groaned. "Awh man." I put the knife in a drawer and my Dad opened the door.

(his dad: bold)

"Jesus Jake, not another doll."

"I was gonna add him to the sculpture."

"I don't care. Your cousin and uncle are coming over for dinner."

"...Shit."

"Shit is right. Hurry up and get dressed." And with that, he left and slammed my door.

"Well," I walked back over to the doll on my desk, "I guess I'm gonna have to take your head off later. My bitch cousin, Junior is coming over. Words can't describe how much I hate him. I just wanna fucking..." I clenched my fists.

"It just happened... one day we were like brothers...the next, he was bullying me."

I looked over at it, sitting on my desk, motionless. "Tch. You're a doll. You can't hear me. But if you could it's not like you'd care. Nobody does."