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4.

That night, Y/n grew restless and bored. The town was her only refuge from the monotony of her trailer park life, and she decided to venture into it. The night was late, but not as cold as the previous one, and she had chosen an outfit that suited her rebellious style.

She wore her signature studded leather jacket, underneath which a black bejeweled crop top accentuated her midriff, complete with a belly piercing that dangled from her stomach. Her black leather tights clung to her waist like a second skin, hanging low and tucked into high studded boots. Her hair was styled in a messy yet artfully disheveled bun, with messy cut bangs framing her face.

She roamed the town's dimly lit streets, relishing the cool night wind and the scent of beer that wafted from nearby bars. As the hours passed and the alcohol flowed freely, Y/n became intoxicated by more than just the beer.

After downing ten beers and stumbling out of a bar into a dimly lit alleyway, she found herself inexplicably drawn to two peculiar dolls that lay abandoned on the wet ground. A Good Guy doll, reminiscent of the infamous Chucky, and a gothic-style bride doll with porcelain skin. Y/n couldn't resist their eerie allure.

She cooed to the dolls, picking them up one by one, and decided to take them home. Her intoxicated state seemed to be guided by a supernatural force, leading her to a destiny she could never have foreseen. With the dolls cradled in her arms, she stumbled through the dark streets, setting in motion a chain of events that would change her life forever.
As Y/n returned to her trailer, the two dolls she had found in the alleyway took their place on her desk, their cold porcelain eyes watching her. The alcohol coursed through her veins, and she was too absorbed in her inebriated state to notice the eerie glint in the girl doll's emerald green eyes.

Drowning herself in more and more beer, Y/n danced around her cramped trailer to the pulsing music of Blondie's "Call Me." She was in her own world, shedding her studded leather jacket and tossing it across the room. The dolls, Chucky and Tiffany, observed her antics in a state of disbelief.

The song eventually ended, and Y/n made her way into the bathroom, her laughter echoing through the small space. Chucky turned to Tiffany, a puzzled expression on his plastic face. "Well, I didn't think she was that...crazy," he remarked.

Tiffany, however, wore a determined expression. She slapped Chucky on the arm and said, "We need her for the plan." With a sense of purpose, she hopped off the desk and made her way to Y/n's closet. From it, she retrieved a grand Belle doll, carefully removing it from its box.

Chucky, holding a menacing knife, joined Tiffany as they exchanged glances and silently agreed on their next course of action. Together, they moved slowly and deliberately toward the bathroom, their inanimate exteriors concealing a malevolent intent that Y/n was completely unaware of.