"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...
will i ever have consistent updates? probably not but you guys know this by now 🤣
chucky & you sharing a joint or two. getting stoned together cuz you have your moments.
UPDATE: i'm sorry if this reads strangely, i was just starting to get ill when i wrote it :') ~~~~~~~~~~
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"who the FUCK is strawberry shortcake?"
(Y/n)'s heavily tense footsteps clacked against the pavement of the dimly lit parking garage. These heels were absolutely killing her and she knew she'd have blisters soon but at least her car wasn't far away. Taking a deep breath, she thought about everything she was risking by betraying both Tiffany and Chucky's demands.
Then she remembered that she didn't care.
She was saving Nica even if it killed her (and that's already almost happened once).
She slid into the driver's seat of her car and was finally able to tear off this itchy wig. Her hands reached down to slip off the heels and when she gazed back up, she nearly screamed loud enough for the people several floors up to hear her.
Staring back at her through the center mirror was a familiar crystal eyed gaze. One that haunted her for practically her entire life and often was the last pair of eyes that many unlucky people had to witness.
"What the fuck are you doing in my car!?" (Y/n) blurted as she stared into his eyes with his equally sharp and ravenous grin. He seemed entirely relaxed and that's why it threw her off so much.
"Ya got some fine fuckin' leather in here, beautiful. Been relaxing for nearly hours" Chucky cackled as he lounged with his little feet kicked up lazily. "How did your meeting go? You still convinced you can save her?" He cooed with a tilt of his head.
(Y/n) really contemplated driving so fast and crashing so that he would fly straight out the windshield.
"Why are you here? Don't you and Tiffany have it all figured out?" She asked with a firm glare as she remembered the blonde woman who stood in her foyer with a smile as if nothing bad ever happened between them. As if (Y/n)'s life wasn't taken by storm years ago when she was just starting out, robbed of every opportunity.
"Sure. Tiff's an easy woman to convince so this should be a one and done thing" Chucky's gaze hardened. "That is till' you became so invested in saving what's already beyond that point. Just let that bitch go, she don't need her body anymore. She's been a lost cause ever since i stole her ability to function" He huffed.
(Y/n) glared at him. "You shut your god damn mouth. I'm saving her and i'll make sure you finally fucking rot just like you deserve" She snapped rudely.
Chucky lazily waved his hand. "Well i'm so fuckin' terrified, sweetcheeks" He laughed in that really irritating hyena laugh that made her ears hurt. "Why don't ya come join me? Got something to really take that edge off" He grinned at her.
And so, two joints later, (Y/n) and Chucky were completely stoned while laying in the backseat together. It almost seemed comical to see a girl and the man (doll) that almost murdered her several times sharing a moment like this.
"You know...this makes me hate you less..." (Y/n) smiled to herself as she practically turned to mush in the best way possible. "Did you get these from Tiffany?" She asked him.
Chucky nodded as he stared at her. "Ya can't stop me, ya know?" He grinned.
(Y/n) smiled. "I can die trying. You forget that i've survived everything you've thrown at me, Chucky. You ruined my life years ago and i won't let you do it to someone else" She told him.
Chucky just stuck his middle finger up at her. "Fuck you, sweetheart" He replied.
(Y/n) stuck hers up too. "Fuck you, strawberry shortcake" She laughed to herself.
"Who the FUCK is strawberry shortcake? Isn't that a dessert?" Chucky frowned in confusion.
"No, asshole. It's a girl named strawberry shortcake. Loved her as a kid" (Y/n) said.
"How was i supposed to know that?" He growled.
"Whatever. I need to get home and you need to get out of my car" She told him. "Thanks for the small moment of attempted normalcy before we get back on the whole killing each other path again" She smiled as she climbed back into the driver's seat.
The following day, (Y/n) stood there beside Dr. Foley as he waited for Nica's arrival for the therapy session today. As far as she knew, her former friend was having counseling sessions as well as electroshock treatment too. She felt awful that this was happening but it was exactly why she was trying to stop Chucky and Tiffany's plans. Poor Nica didn't need her body and life stolen away like Jennifer had unfortunately endured.
The door opened and a nurse wheeled a very different looking Nica Pierce into the room. She was dressed in the plain white gown with her curly brown locks somewhat longer and her eyes littered with the darkest circles. She didn't even flinch or seem to notice (Y/n)'s presence whatsoever. That could be because of her wig though.
"Good morning, Nica" Dr. Foley smiled tightly as he studied the woman.
"Dr. Foley, what I did was unforgivable" Nica's voice came out soft but like she had rehearsed the line in her head multiple times. It was like she truthfully believed that none of it happened and she was responsible.
Dr. Foley folded his hands. "Schizophrenia is an illness. By definition, and according to law, you weren't responsible for your actions" He countered. (Y/n) stood stiffly.
Nica softened. "Do you think Alice would accept that as an apology for making her an orphan?" She whispered. Her eyes gazed around. "Are there no cameras?" She wondered.
Dr. Foley shook his head. "Not in medium security but don't abuse the privilege" He replied. "Bathroom's in the back and the shower's handicap friendly, but if you need help, ask for Ashley or our newest member of the team, Courtney over here" He gestured to the (h/c) haired woman standing there.
Nica's eyes finally met (Y/n)'s and they immediately narrowed. It was hard to tell if it was in anger or confusion because she was trying to remember her. (Y/n) felt her stomach scar begin to throb as if to remind her.
"Okay let's try some group therapy exercises. Courtney, please accompany me" Dr. Foley nodded as he began to wheel Nica out of the room and down the hallway to a much larger room.
