Deadly Matrimony: Tiffany Valentine x Male Reader

Chapter 3: Tiffany's Groom.

(The scene opens at (Y/N)'s trailer where he has prepared dinner for Tiffany and himself. And Chucky, I guess.)

(Y/N): Look, Tiff. I made Swedish meatballs, your favorite.

Tiffany: Oh baby, you shouldn't have.

Chucky: Kiss ass

(Y/N) kicks Chucky in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.)

(Y/N): Well, I wanted everything tonight to be absolutely perfect. For the return of my beautiful princess.

(Tiffany holds her cheeks as the smile on her face grew.)

(Chucky pulls out a little playpen from under the table.)

Chucky: (Y/N), what the hell is this?

(Y/N): It's a playpen, moron. It was going to be for the nursery.

Tiffany: Oh, it's perfect... You know, (Y/N), I still have the ring.

(Chucky looks at Tiffany with a confused look on his face.)

Chucky: What ring?

(Tiffany shows the ring on her hand.)

Tiffany: This ring, (Y/N) gave it to me the night I was killed. I've never taken it off. Well, except when I took it off my dead body, but that doesn't count.

Chucky: Hey, that's the ring I got from Vivian Van Pelt.

Tiffany: Vivian, who?

Chucky: Vivian Van Pelt. Me and (Y/N) dumped her in the river, remember? I thought that ring would be worth five or six grand, easy, but it's fake.

Tiffany: What?

Chucky: Do I need to spell it out for ya? It's fake, not real. You can get a better one from the fucking Dollar store.

(Tiffany turns to (Y/N).)

Tiffany: You got me a fake ring?

(Y/N): I- uh well... It was the best I could do at the time, honey. Hey, if it makes you feel better, I'll get you a new one. How's that sound?

Tiffany: Well, it's the thought that counts. I guess.

Chucky: You two are fucking nuts.

(Chucky laughs like he just tolded the best joke as the couple looks at him in annoyance.)

(Y/N): He never changes does he? What the hell was I thinking? Bring him back.

(Chucky stops laughing as he wipes a tear away.)

Chucky: Now, the first thing we gotta do is get Tiffany and, most importantly, me outta these bodies once and for all.

(Y/N) gets an idea as he turns around to face Chucky.)

(Y/N): No. I think I prefer you like this. You're just like a little baby.

(Y/N) starts to tickle Chucky.)

(Y/N): Is the little baby ticklish? Is he?

Chucky: (laughing) Stop! Stop! Stop!

(Y/N) picks up Chucky and holds him over the playpen.)

(Y/N): Okay, Time to go to sleep.

(Y/N) drops Chucky in the playpen and locks it with a padlock. (Y/N) walks over to the counter and lights himself a cigarette, he takes a drag and passes it to Tiffany.)

Chucky: Let me outta here right now!

(Y/N): Ah, ah, ah. Not until you learn to play nice.

Chucky: Tiff, you can't let him do this to me.