"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...
sticking to the plotline? where's the fun in that? ;) you'll notice that i am changing things cuz it's a fanfic and it's also my story but you guys won't complain about seeing Tiff again i know ~~~~~~~~~~~~
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The sweat soaked priest tried his hardest to focus on the darkened roads in front of him but everything was a little hazy due to his blurred vision. His head was pounding sharply inside his skull and his uniform felt unbearably tight clinging to his skin. His hands gripped firm at the wheel, speeding slightly as he just wished to be back at the Church where he knew there was proper medication to counter this. He could not help but think of what he so quickly discovered back there at Nica's home. She wasn't even aware that she was friends with the very girl who had been at almost every crime scene revolving around the old good guy dolls.
He remembered meeting Charles Lee Ray years back when the man had entered his old Church to attempt to rid himself of any sins he had committed. The man had pulled himself into the confessionals and told him that he'd wanted to change for a very special lady he had met, confessed to absolutely dreadful acts that Father Frank could never allow the house of god to forgive. He remembered the way Charles' piercing blue eyes bore into his with frenzied anger after he had denied to rid him of these acts.
"You're a fucking joke, Father!" Charles had spat, jabbing a finger accusingly in his chest. "I'll make you fucking pay." He had said simply before storming from the Church.
Weeks later, Father Frank heard of the stabbing of Sarah Pierce, a woman that Charles had held captive due to some crazy love and obsession with her. He was just relieved to see that Nica, while stripped of her ability to walk, had been brought into the world anyways.
Those blue crystalline eyes always haunted him and so he knew that when he looked into the eyes of the doll, that had been Charles inside of it.
His bleary eyes tried to focus on the road but he was losing touch with reality and he gasped as he felt his car swerve heavily as he tried to regain control. His sudden sickness was so intense and strange that he almost believed that he got it from looking into Charles' familiar eyes. His promise of payment finally catching up to him once and for all.
Those eyes held so much anger and twisted enjoyment that he felt the devil had always been there with them. He walked on this earth in the form of Charles Lee Ray.
Father Frank saw the brightness of headlights on another car approaching and he lost all control, his head dropping on the wheel and his car smashing into the one in front of him. The car behind him was so distracted that it slammed into the back of his, killing all three on impact.
Father Frank's body was squished between steel car parts, gushing blood, the scene absolutely gore filled.
Police sirens had wailed as ambulances and cops rushed to the scene of the accident. A heavy set officer exited his car with his partner following, the two walking up to the scene hurriedly. Officer Stanton and his co-worker, Officer Andrews, had responded to the call and it just so happened that Stanton knew one of the victims, his sorrow running deep at the moment.
