"Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?
Living Dead Girl"
What started as an innocent favor of helping her friend and her boyfriend deliver two very strange dolls, quickly becomes a bloodbath for (y/n) as her two...
hello! so, i am working on the next official storyline chapter but i don't know if it'll be out just yet cuz i've been furiously typing and deleting until i decide what i want to include.
while you wait, i figured i'd put out a lighthearted (as light as Chucky n Tiffany can be) Christmas chapter!
i wish everybody who celebrates a very happy holiday <3 ~~~~~~~~
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"FUCK THIS GOD DAMN HOLIDAY! i'm not wearing a christmas hat"
The snow fell rapidly down, white flakes falling down into the tired mail carrier's chestnut hair. The man was slouching as he carried a heavy bag full of holiday mail at his side. They really couldn't pay him enough for this shit but he supposed somebody had to do it. He could barely see the walkway in front of him as the snowfall was super heavy.
"Fuckin' bullshit..." He sighed as he glanced down at the current letter he was holding in his gloved hands. It was addressed to Jennifer Tilly but her house was still quite the trek away from where he currently is. "Ugh..why can't this bitch ever make it easy?" He huffed.
It was then that he caught movement in the corner of his eye, a woman with some heavy snow gear on and a backpack strapped snugly to her back. Her (h/c) strands of hair blew gently in the breeze as she trekked through the snow. She looked to be headed in the same direction as he was so he decided to save himself an unpleasant trip.
"Hey!" He called out, the woman freezing in her tracks and turning around to face him.
"Hm?" (Y/n) replied, her tone distracted as she seemed to be fighting a weight on her back. "Uh, yeah? yes?" She sighed.
The mail carrier walked over and held his gloved hands out to her, showcasing the letter that was addressed to the blonde haired actress.
"You think you can bring this to Jennifer Tilly's place? you're already heading that way and i've got tons of mail left to deliver..." He smiled persuasively.
(Y/n) hummed as she took the letter, scanning the familiar name on the envelope. She noticed that it was from a name that she didn't recognize so perhaps it was from a fan. She glanced up at the mail carrier and stared at him with an unreadable expression.
"Well, I think I can do that for you. Just gonna need you to do me a favor in return.." She smiled. "You see, i've got this persistent weight tugging me down back there in my bag. It's just a couple of Christmas lights i've been lugging around with me..do you think you can grab 'em out for me?" She asked rather innocently.
The man nodded, just happy that he'd have the letter taken off of his hands. He reached up to her backpack and unzipped it, starting to tug it open. He frowned as he didn't notice any lights that she was referring to right away.
"Um...are you sure..? I don't see-" He was cut off as small body jumped out of the bag. The ginger haired doll wrapped a pair of Christmas lights around the man's neck and proceeded to strangle him with them. They were those really cute ones with the various colors.
"Stupid FUCKER!" Chucky hissed as he watched the man choke and sputter underneath him. "Give me my damn letter!" He yelled, watching the life leave his eyes.
(Y/n) grabbed onto the flailing doll as she hoisted him up in her arms. "Chill the fuck out, carrot cake" She sighed.
Chucky glared at her before settling down in her arms. "It's Tiff's fault, she encouraged me to write a letter to fuckin' Santa and i know this fucker has my reply" He huffed.
(Y/n) giggled. "Awww! you still believe in him?" She cooed.
"No, i'm not a fuckin' idiot. Tiffany suggested i do for Glen and Glenda but honestly, what's the point?" He frowned.
(Y/n) adjusted her hold on him as she walked on through the snow towards Tiffany's place. She promised to find the ginger and bring him to her place so that he could join the festivities of Christmas even though the doll was very much a scrooge.
"Spending time with people you truly love. What did you get for Tiffany?" She asked excitedly, hoping he actually went through with finding a gift for her.
Chucky grinned. "The head of that plastic surgeon that botched her nose job last month. She's gonna love puttin' him on her mantle" He laughed.
"Right...well, I got her a nice necklace she's been eyeing" (Y/n) told him proudly.
"Whatever" Chucky sighed. "Hey, wanna know what I got you?" He grinned at her.
She was honestly terrified to find out.
"Is it gonna kill me?" She asked.
Chucky shook his head. "Unfortunately not. It's...hang on" He dug in the pockets of his coveralls and produced a shiny ring that was attached to a severed finger. "Whoops..." He pried it off the finger and held it out to her.
(Y/n) stared down at the ring and sighed, placing it on her ring finger. "Wow...you really shouldn't have" She rolled her eyes.
When the two finally arrived at Tiffany's house, the blonde was wearing a sparkly red dress with her blonde hair pulled back into a bun. She grinned a red lipped smile, inviting them into her home.
"I'm so glad you're here, Sweetface" She kissed the (h/c) haired woman's cheek and then plucked the ginger doll from her arms. "Hey dolly" She rasped.
Chucky huffed and scowled at being held as if he was an infant.
"How do you feel about being our star?" Tiffany grinned as she placed the doll atop the tree. Despite his protests, he was now squirming and yelling profanities at her while he was stuck on the tree. "Now now, that's no way to act on Christmas~" She laughed.
(Y/n) smiled and then gestured to the severed head that Chucky had gotten for her.
"Oooh! Chucky..." Tiffany gasped as she picked up the head and began to spin with it as if she were dancing. "I love it! and to think, all i got you was some Swedish meatballs" She sniffled.
"I'll take 'em!" Chucky called down to her as he began to climb down carefully from the tree.
(Y/n) smiled as Glen and Glenda shuffled into the room, her mood instantly increasing as she was now surrounded with this seriously fucked up bunch that she called her own.
"Hey! Don't tell mom that i hid the body of the milkman in the closet!" Glenda had whispered to Glen.
"My...i won't tell mother as long as you don't tell her that i hid the babysitter underneath her bed in wrapping paper" Glen giggled as they conversed back and forth.
