Bloody Mary |• Bride of Chucky✓ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊

5.

Lightning cackled in the stormy night as Y/n lounged in the bathtub, the warm water and bubbles enveloping her. Her eyes were glued to the flickering television screen, and the sweet taste of wine danced on her palate. She had no inkling that her life was about to take a drastic turn.

Suddenly, the curtains flew open, and a malicious chuckle filled the room as Chucky darted in. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, and fear clawed its way up her throat. She hurled the remote control in her hand and screamed, kicking Chucky across the room.

Meanwhile, Tiffany, the gothic bride doll, was making her way to Y/n, her porcelain features etched with determination. But in the chaos, she tripped on one of Y/n's discarded boots, sending a cart with the TV on it crashing into the water.

Y/n's scream pierced the air as Chucky and Tiffany reveled in the tumult they had created. Laughter filled the bathroom, but it wasn't the jovial kind; it was laced with a sinister intent that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. Her once-ordinary evening had spiraled into a chilling nightmare, and she was about to become part of something she couldn't even fathom.
Y/n's world had turned into a surreal nightmare. She found herself transformed, her own consciousness trapped within a doll's body. It was a horrifying reality she couldn't comprehend, and her desperate cries for help were reduced to mute, inaudible pleas.

Chucky's laughter echoed through the bathroom, a menacing sound that sent shivers down Y/n's plastic spine. Helplessly, she looked around, her doll-like eyes darting in search of a way out of this nightmare.

Then, her eyes fixed on the bathtub, and her heart sank. She saw herself lying in the water, her real body, unconscious and lifeless. Panic gripped her as Chucky pointed at her, his laughter growing more sinister with each passing moment.

Y/n had become a prisoner in a nightmarish world, her only hope for salvation entangled in the hands of the very dolls who had entered her life, and now, her nightmares were just beginning.
Y/n's shock and fear turned into anger as she realized the gravity of her situation. She ripped off the veil, revealing her plastic doll face, and screamed, "What the hell have you done to me?"

Chucky and Tiffany chuckled at her reaction, their faces fixed in cruel amusement. Her frustration boiled over, and she threw a punch at Chucky, who staggered backward, momentarily caught off guard.

Chucky quickly regained his composure, and in response, he flung her ring at her. Y/n's glare intensified as she picked up the ring, her arm aching from the effort.

Chucky couldn't resist mocking her. "Feisty, aren't we?"

Y/n snapped back, "Watch it, asshole."

Tiffany interjected, her tone dripping with sinister delight. "Oh, goody. It's a joy to meet you. I figured you probably won't remember me."

Y/n glared at Tiffany, who seemed all too pleased with the predicament Y/n had found herself in. As Chucky headed for the bathroom door, he couldn't resist a parting shot to further infuriate her. The situation had gone from bad to worse, and it seemed there were more secrets and plans at play than Y/n could fathom.