Chucky x Little Shop of Horrors Crossover

5. Walk-In

"What the hell do you think you're doing grabbing me like this?!" Tiffany yelled. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"

She started to get up but he pushed her back down, leaving his hand on her shoulder, pinning her to the chair. "Orin Scrivello D.D.S." He spit in her face a little when he said 's'.

Tiffany wiped the spit off of her face didn't fight back this time. Instead, she just stared at him for a minute. She found this... attractive? She shouldn't have been surprised about it, considering she almost got married to a serial killer, even after watching him kill a girl during a threesome with her, but nevertheless she was still a little shocked.

"Let's take a look in that pretty little mouth of yours..." Orin said, forcefully opening her mouth. "Hmm... yes, yes, oh this is bad, very bad..." he mumbled quietly with a smirk while moving her jaw around. "Looks like you need a lot of work, painful work..."

Tiffany's eyes widened. She was a little short of breath and her heart was racing. No, this is wrong, I can't be into this... I have Nica at home, I can't do this to her...

Despite Nica not loving her back, Tiffany still felt like she couldn't betray her, not with Chucky, and certainly not with this sadist. She knew she needed to leave this place.

"Orin, is it? Look, I, um, appreciate that you want my teeth to look nice but I really can't stay," Tiff stuttered out nervously.

"That's Doctor Scrivello to you, miss. And I didn't say you had a choice."

Tiffany's face flushed bright red. "I-I'm sure you have other patients, I wouldn't wanna take time away from them, now would I?"

"A pretty girl like you ain't taking time away from anyone," he said with a smirk. His voice slightly softer now, but still threatening.

Tiffany started to get frustrated but she remembered she had her nail file in her pocket and decided the time for being nice about leaving was up. She reached her hand into her pocket, pulled it out, and sat up pushing Orin away. "Look here, you DO NOT treat a lady like this!" She pointed her nail file at him. "If I wanna leave, then I'm gonna leave!"

Orin was taken aback for a second but didn't look scared. After a moment of shock, he smirked again and laughed. "You're a feisty one, ain't ya? What are you gonna do with that little thing? A nail file? That's cute, girly."

"Don't test me." She kept the sharp nail file pointed at him. "I've killed with this before and I'll do it again."

"Please, like I'd believe a pretty little thing like you could kill anyone," he chuckled again.

Tiff gave a smug look. "Ohhh, you underestimate me then." She took her nail file and put it up to Orin's cheek. She pressed down just hard enough to leave a cut.

She spoke in almost whisper, "that prove anything to you?"

He looked slightly angry as he wiped his cheek and looked at the blood on his hand, but it quickly faded as he looked back at her and chuckled. "You know what? I like you."

Tiff smirked at him. "Well too bad, because I have to go." She giggled.

She gave a flirtatious wave and turned and walked out the door, Orin letting her go without putting up a fight.