"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...
welcome officially to the last part of this act! 💯
also please note that some scenes have been altered here, it isn't exact but we still get to where we gotta be 😉 i just changed things, but again, it's a fanfic so don't worry.
this is a 5k BEAST. i hope you feel like reading LMAO. i've been writing this ALL DAY. 😭 officially the longest chapter of anything 🙏 ~~~~~~~~~~~
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"i knew i shouldn't have let tiffany spare you all those fuckin' years ago, nothin' good came out of it"
(Y/n) was still reeling from the sight of the burned and quickly decaying body of Jill. Her fingers trembled as she closed the bedroom door and backed herself up against the wall. A panicked gasp escaped her as she thought the sight of death would be an all too familiar experience at this point. It seems that she's not as adapted to this fucked up lifestyle as she pretended that she was. She truly envied Jade and Jesse for being able to put the past behind them. It was something she could never do. She'd die in the twisted grasp of Tiffany and Chucky.
Her feet moved clumsily as she practically burst into the room she was sharing with the blonde. Her eyes widened as she saw that there was absolutely no sign of Tiffany left in the room. She only saw an opened window and a note on the bed addressed to her.
"sorry for the inconvenience, sweet face. i can't interfere any further xoxo, tiff."
She hurriedly set the note down in frustration, not understanding why the blonde had just come if she hadn't planned on helping her at all. She just wanted to put an end to Chucky so she can feel at least a little bit safe.
Throwing open her bedroom door, she hurried past the other room and started making her way down the large staircase. It wouldn't be long before somebody found the body and tried to pin everything on her.
What was she even supposed to say? How could she possibly defend herself?
"(Y/n)?" Nica's concerned tone cut through the tense air, breaking the other woman's panicked dissociation. "Are you alright? Where's Tiffany?" She pressed, wheeling herself over to her friend.
The woman managed to send Nica a fake smile. "Hey..I'm okay...Tiffany had to leave because she got an urgent call for this movie script, I let her out while you were with Barb and Alice" She lied.
Nica nodded understandably, bringing herself over to the kitchen with (Y/n) in tow. She sighed as she grabbed a beer from a stash she kept underneath the bottom cabinet.
"So, can't sleep? I always have trouble too...mind if I show you something?" She took a sip as she opened up her laptop, typing something on it.
(Y/n) nodded as she sat down close to her friend, ready to see what she was about to showcase to her.
