𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌 | junior x reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

WE WERE STILL UPSTAIRS WHEN MY MOTHER AND JUNIOR LEFT THE HOUSE WITHOUT A WORD. The two of us had attempted to text back Lexy and Jake in the group chat multiple times, but no response. Hopefully everything was okay. As for now we just didn't know where to go.

There were dried tears stained on my cheeks, stained from the mascara running down my face. I sniffled softly, trying to process all that was happening at once. I genuinely didn't know if all of this was even real anymore.

"What happened with you and Jake?" I asked Devon, he sighed. "We got into a fight. I'm not sure where he went after that.. I just hope he's okay."

It wasn't like them to not reply for such a long amount of time, they had been trying to get a hold of us previously too. So the likelihood of something terrible happening was high.

We heard a crash in the basement, I grabbed my pocket knife and opened it. Devon following alongside me as we ran down the steps of the basement. Chucky's stupid head was laying on the floor, of course that possessed fuck could still talk and was laughing at us.

There was a man down there, he was probably my height so short for being a male. He saw us and pointed his gun towards us instead of the decapitated doll on the floor.

"Who are you?" He said with a stern voice. Me and Devon exchanged looks. "I'm Y/n, and this is Devon. Who are you?"

Just then Chucky's body started to stand up on it's own, I stared in disgust as the body without a head approached the two of us. It was just then that I jumped when multiple bullets went through it's body. It collapsed back onto the basement floor.

"He's Andy Barcley. He owned Chucky when he was a kid. He's been through all the same shit we have." Devon said, looking towards the doll body on the floor with a blank expression on his face.

"You're Chucky's kid, right?" Andy said, continuing to point the gun at only me. I slowly raised up my arms, dropping the pocket knife I was holding onto the floor. "Yeah.. Unfortunately." I looked down.

I could understand why he was so alert about me, I mean I was the child of two serial killers and I'd been living with them my entire life. He probably thought I was in on everything and that I was just like them.