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6.

Y/n sat on the couch, her head still reeling from the night's bizarre events. She clung to the hope that it was all just a terrible dream, but when she peered into the bathroom, her own doll-like reflection stared back at her. The memories of the bathroom and her transformation were etched vividly in her mind, refusing to fade.

The constant headache that throbbed in her plastic head only reinforced the night's chilling reality. She needed answers, but the situation felt beyond her control.

Y/n looked at her ring on the floor, determined to assert some control over her life. She reached for it, but her fingers brushed against Chucky's, who groaned in pain. Y/n snapped, "Watch it, b****." Tiffany, on the other hand, seemed unfazed, offering hollow reassurances that everything would be okay.

But Y/n couldn't simply accept her fate. She remembered picking up the dolls in the alleyway, but she had no idea that they were capable of this. If she had known, she would have left them behind without a second thought. The realization that she might not survive this ordeal gnawed at her.

She turned her attention to a book she had found, "Voodoo for Dummies." With her plastic fingers gripping a pin, she pricked her own plastic heart with it. As she watched the needle puncture her doll body, she mumbled in awe, "Wow, that's cool."

Tiffany sat on the counter while Chucky drank from a fresh bowl. Y/n, repulsed by their nonchalance, demanded, "How do you even know what this is?"

Chucky smirked, "Well, without that, you can't transfer your soul to human bodies. That's how we do it."

Y/n's frustration grew, and she muttered, "Where is this piece of s***?"

Chucky responded, "In New Jersey."

Y/n groaned, "How the hell are we going to get to New Jersey? Look at us, our fingers are so tiny. I'm like 2 inches."

Chucky quipped, "Wow, maybe I'll drive, and you can work the pedals."

Y/n was losing her patience, and she cried out, "We're all dolls now!"

Tiffany chimed in, "Now, now, there's no point in screaming. It's all going to be all right."

Y/n finally asked, "What will happen after we get to New Jersey?"

Chucky explained, "Well, we get to go back to being a human again, as soon as we finish this witchcraft stuff."

But Y/n wasn't having any of it. "Now you're stuck with me," she declared, sticking her tongue out.

Tiffany, ever the problem solver, wondered, "How are we going to get there?"

Y/n's face lit up with an idea. She tossed the book aside and exclaimed, "Wait a minute! How about this? What if I call one of my friends? Maybe we can ask for help."

Chucky and Tiffany watched her with bemusement as she continued to search for solutions. Y/n then opened a drawer, revealing a rolled-up bundle of cash. Chucky, a touch sarcastic, inquired, "Where'd you get all that money from?"

Y/n retorted, "Maybe if you think of a job, we could actually get money instead of terrorizing humans. It would be pretty helpful, you know."

Chucky scoffed, but Y/n had a plan. She smiled and dived across the room, searching for more items to assist her. Y/n found $600 in a drawer, which she presented triumphantly. She grinned and declared, "Maybe if I get this to Jesse..."

She left the room, her mission clear. Y/n was determined to find a way out of this nightmarish situation. With a chair and a telephone in hand, she dialed a familiar number, hoping that a friend might be the key to their salvation.

The phone rang for a moment, and then a familiar voice came through, slightly muffled. "Hello?" Jesse's voice called out, and Y/n managed a sweet smile as she replied, "Hey, Jesse."

He inquired, "What's up?" Y/n could hear some rustling in the background.

Y/n hesitated before she explained, "I need a favor." Jesse, sounding somewhat exasperated, asked, "What is it this time?"

Y/n began her pitch, "I have a couple of dolls I want you to take, and I'm out of town." Jesse expressed his confusion, "Out of town? Where are you?"

Y/n was cautious with her words, "I can't explain where I am right now, but my mom... What about your mom?" Jesse asked, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/n improvised, "She wants me to take these dolls to New Jersey. You know, she's a collector, makes a lot of money off of them. She would really appreciate it if I came to Jersey, but I'm kinda stuck right now."

Jesse questioned, "I see. What's in it for me?"

Y/n pondered this, then responded, "How about I give you $6,000, and if you get there in a day's worth, I'll add another $700."

Jesse seemed uncertain, "What would I do with all that money?"

Y/n came up with a plan, "How about you take the money, you and  Jade, and just leave town. That way, you won't have to worry about Warren anymore."

Jesse voiced his doubts, "It won't be that easy, you know."

Y/n insisted, "Jesse, Warren is a busy man. He probably won't even notice. He treats Jade like a child. Maybe it's for the best for both of you. Just decide."

Jesse was left contemplating, "What time do you want me to get there?"

Y/n set a rendezvous time, "Come to my trailer, but not now. How about in 2 hours at 7:30?"

Jesse agreed, "Alright. Will you tell me where you are?"

Y/n regretfully replied, "I can't do that. But I'll probably meet you there."

Jesse probed further, "Why are you even in New Jersey anyway? You could've called me for a ride."

Y/n offered a vague answer, "I'm going there to meet with some friends or just, you know, be curious."

Jesse agreed to meet her there, and she reminded him, "Also, there's a spare key under the mat."

As Jesse hung up the phone, Chucky's voice interrupted Y/n's thoughts. "Well, that went smoothly," he remarked. She turned to face the dolls, "That's the plan. But what would you do?"

"Well, I'm going to go prepare for when we won't be stuck in plastic the rest of our damn lives. I am not is going to look just like this, so let's go."

The dolls looked at each other and then shrugged. Y/n headed to her vanity table, which held her makeup supplies. She opened the third drawer and retrieved some hair dye. Sitting on a stool, she cut her hair until it reached her shoulders, leaving the clippings on the floor.

Chucky remarked, "Nice style, kid. Not so bad."

Y/n then applied eyeshadow and black lip gloss, painted her nails midnight blue, and put on a cigarette, lighting it. Chucky and Tiffany observed as she changed her appearance and style.

Tiffany commented, "You got something."

Y/n finished her transformation by changing into a doll dress with leather pants and boots. She slipped into her jacket and added a necklace with her name on it. Y/n placed a cigarette in her mouth and tucked a lighter into her jacket.

Chucky quipped, "Not too shabby."

Y/n then began to clean up the makeup supplies. She extinguished her cigarette and put the lighter in her jacket pocket. Y/n sat on the couch and contemplated their next steps. Y/n asked, "What do we do?"

Chucky just stared for a moment before they found themselves frozen in their current positions, much like how Y/n had picked them up from the alley.

Y/n could hear footsteps approaching her trailer, and she watched as an unfamiliar person's eyes scanned her living space, looking for something special. Jesse moved into the bathroom, unaware that her body was still in the tub, hidden beneath the bubbles. The floor had been wiped clean, the living room was tidy, and the bed was neatly made. Y/n left a note in her hand, with the $600 she had found earlier.

H picked up all three of them, the dolls, and walked out of the house. The situation had taken yet another unexpected turn, leaving Y/n uncertain about what the future held.