"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...
so damn sorry that i've been slacking on this story, i have been moving babies 🙏
*slaps the side of truck* yeah this baby's all fueled up with a full tank of dialogue. if that ain't your cup of tea...i'm sorry. that's how we roll round here, folks ✨ ~~~~~~~~~~
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"do you like our little storyline, sweetface?"
(Y/n)'s eyes bore into the blonde woman as she was allowed into the home, her heels clacking as she seemed completely unbothered. She felt anger fizz up in her bloodstream as she remembered the betrayal and the continuous lies she was fed from her mouth. She just wanted out of this, back to her normal life that she was so violently ripped away from.
The houseguests had all gone to their respective rooms but Nica was still stationed there, staring at the blonde in a strange manner. She quickly allowed her lips to be lifted into a smile before she was wheeling herself over to greet Tiffany properly.
"I'm Nica Pierce...pleased to finally meet you. Uh, (Y/n) here talks a little about you" The brunette smiled gently as the blonde's hand enclosed around hers in a simple handshake.
Tiffany's eyes lit up with a green hue as her red lips lifted into a smirk. "Does she?" She sent (Y/n) a wink before she was scanning the house, seemingly looking for something. It was very obvious that she was searching for the familiar ginger haired doll that was somewhere in the house.
(Y/n) grasped onto Tiffany's hand and looked at Nica with a forced smile. "Uh..thank you for allowing Tiffany to stay for the night...we'll be going to bed now" She lied before she was tugging the woman up the stairs.
She was determined to understand what was really going on here.
Ian sat down on the bed in the room that Nica had given them, holding the ginger doll on his lap. He was waiting for Barb to come back so he could give it to her to give back to Alice but she was taking an unnecessarily long amount of time. He studied the doll's animated features and the carefree little smile on his plastic face.
"Listen, little man, what else are you, uh, telling my kid?" He joked as he stared into the crystalline eyes of the doll that sorta seemed like it was blinking back at him sometimes. No, that's absolutely crazy. There's no way this doll could move all on its own.
Chucky's lips parted and a childlike robotic sounding voice came out. "I like to be hugged" He cheered, eyes lighting up as it seemed as if he blinked at him again.
Ian grinned. "Oh, and?" He pressed, lazily awaiting for the doll to say another one of its automated voice lines.
Chucky's eyes darkened slowly but it went unnoticed by the other man. "Hi, I'm Chucky. I'm your friend till the end" His voice pitched lower at this but Ian only laughed.
