A Doll For A Father (A Child's Play Fanfic)

Mr. And Mrs. Simpson

Two years after Daddy died, me and Andy were still in the orphanage with Miss. Poole. Both of us turned eight years old, we felt like grown ups. I drew a birthday cake and candles for Andy since I couldn't get a real cake, he blew the fake candles out like a champ. One day, Miss. Poole informed us we were having guests over.

*Miss. Poole's POV*

I did inform the children I was expecting guests, a married couple called the Simpsons' were fostering kids. We were discussing the matter in my office.

"Miss. Poole, you suggest two children."

"Yes, they're siblings by adoption. Danielle Ray was brought here two years ago after her father died, his girlfriend dropped her off here as soon as he died."

"Trash," Mr. Simpson said.

"Poor girl," Mrs. Simpson said.

"Just a day after, she was adopted by Karen Barclay, she has a son named Andy. Andy got a Good Guy doll called Chucky for his birthday. But, the doll was apparently possessed by Charles Lee Ray, the Lakeshore Strangler; Danielle is his daughter."

"Her father was a serial killer, I have a bad feeling about this," Mr. Simpson said.

"Phil," Mrs. Simpson said.

"Joanne, the girl spent six years of her life with the maniac."

"Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, I don't judge children by their parents, Dany and Andy are well behaved children, they bonded as siblings, they're inseparable. According to Dany, her father was a normal father to her, no abuse of any kind, she loved him very much."

"I don't like this at all," Mr. Simpson said.

"Give us a few moments to talk over."

"Sure."

I left the office for a few moments until they were ready for an answer.

*Dany's POV*

Me and Andy were told to get our things, Phil and Joanne Simpson were going to take us as their foster kids. We both got in their car and left the orphanage, hopefully for good.

Mr. Simpson was driving as Mrs. Simpson turned around to look us.

"So, Andy, what do you like to eat?"

"Eggs," he replied.

She looked at me and smiled a little.

"What about you Danielle?"

"I like eggs too, I also like peanut butter."

She turned to her husband.

"Phil, you mind if we stop by the market to pick up a few groceries-Phil watch out!"

He slammed on the breaks to a big truck pulling out in front of us, it was a Good Guy truck. The dolls came back in stores after two years.

We pulled into their driveway, the house was huge.

"Wow, are you guys rich!?" I asked in amazement.

Mrs. Simpson laughed.

"No, we're not rich, we're just lucky."

Mr. Simpson leaned in to mumble.

"I hope she doesn't steal anything."

I heard him, they were right in front of me. We walked in the house, the first thing I did was search for a room. I opened the first door, there was a girl much older than me smoking a cigarette.

"Hey, haven't you heard of knocking little girl?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Mr. and Mrs. Simpson had anyone else fostered."

"Nope, just me and you."

"And Andy, there's three of us."

"Two little kids, great."

Just then, Andy and Mrs. Simpson walked in.

"Kyle, what did I say about smoking in our house?"

She took the cigarette away from Kyle.

"I get that you're almost 18, but you're still 17 in the system."

"I'd rather be on the street," Kyle said.

"Don't say that! Now, this is Andy and Danielle, your new foster siblings."

She gave us a salute with her index finger. The next room was obviously a little kid's room.

"Andy, this is your room, take a look around."

He did so until he opened the closet, a Good Guy doll fell on top of him.

"Oh, I forgot I had this, let me take that somewhere else."

"No!" I said.

I grabbed the doll and hugged it, it wasn't my daddy, as soon as I let go, the doll talked.

"Hi, I'm Tommy, and I'm your friend to the end, hidee ho, haha!"

I sighed.