You gasped and shot up from your bed. It was just a dream. You sighed and looked around the room. Whenever you didn't see the freckled doll sitting on top of your dresser, your eyes widened.
***
You eyed everything in the room. Everything else seemed normal and the Good Guy doll wasn't in sight. You slowly walked over towards the door and gripped the handle, slowly twisting it. Once the door was open, you slipped out of the room and looked down the hallway. A table with a couple of pictures on it was knocked over.
You walked over towards the table and inspected the damage. The picture frames were on the floor with glass surrounding them. You slightly shook your head, sitting the table back up. You picked up a fairly large piece of glass and gripped it in your shaky hand.
You continued walking down the hallway, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. The only sound you heard were your own light footsteps on the wooden floor.
Once you made it to the stairs, you stopped and eyed them for a couple of seconds before deciding to finally go down them. So you began to slowly go down, one small step at the time. The glass was cutting into your palm, making it bleed, but you didn't notice, or didn't care. The red liquid rested on the palm of your hand as you finally made it to the last step.
You stepped onto the bottom floor and quickly scanned the area, mainly looking for that damned doll. You knew it had to be around there somewhere, but where? There was no way the thing walked out of here on its own. Was there?
You walked around the living room, looking under tables, behind furniture, and anywhere you could. The doll wasn't to be seen. So you began to make your way into the kitchen.
Once you stepped foot on the tiled floor, you noticed the doll sitting there with its normal smile on his face. You were about to step towards him to grab him, but your mind stopped you. That dream you had seemed really real. Could the doll be real?
You eyed it, your mind running everywhere. Surely the doll wasn't actually real and you were just going crazy. That's what you wanted to believe, but the other part of you knew there was something off about that doll. Ever since you got it, it just gave off a creepy vibe. And after that dream you didn't know what to think.
You ignored your brain as you leaned down and grabbed the doll by his plastic arm. You sat him on the kitchen counter and continued to stare at him.
"God damn. Take a picture. It'll last longer." It suddenly spoke causing you to slightly jump. That didn't sound like something it was programmed to say. Your eyes widened as you still stared at the doll. "Yes, I just spoke."
"I-I..." You began to stutter out words. You probably sounded like a fool but you were too confused and baffled to care. "H-h-how?"
"Its a real long boring story, but I need a favor." He brushed your question off. You slowly nodded.
"I need to get to Jersey." He spoke.
Something in you snapped. Jersey. New Jersey. You scrunched up your eyebrows as you tried to think why that sentence sounded so familiar. Wait. Your dream. That's where he wanted to go. A cemetery in New Jersey.
You slowly looked up from the floor and into the dolls bright blue eyes. You bit your lip before trying to find the right words. "N-no. I'm not taking you all of the way there." You finally spoke up.
He raised his eyebrows at you, standing up on the counter. "Did you just tell me no?"
You decided that you needed to stand your ground. There was no way you were going to allow yourself to be pushed around by a doll. You nodded. "That's exactly what I said."
Your phone ringing from upstairs startled you and caused you to turn your attention towards the stairs. This gave the doll a chance to pull a knife out from the holder they were in and lunge towards you.
Unluckily from him, you had quick reflexes and quickly lifted your leg up and kicked him back. He flew back at hit a cabinet. You heard him groan as you took quick steps closer to him. You raised your hand, ready to stab him with the glass shard you still held onto, but your conscious stopped you. You couldn't do this to anyone. Even if they were trying to kill you. Even if it was just a doll.
He began to stand back up while you were debating with yourself so you had to act fast. You quickly kicked him again, but this time as hard as you could. He hit the cabinet again and slowly dropped down to the floor. You walked closer towards him and saw his eyes closed. Maybe you just knocked him out?
***
You found yourself in your mothers car, driving with a black duffle bag beside you and a knife nearby. You assumed you simply knocked the doll out and now you needed to get rid of it. So you found your mothers car keys and decided to take him as far as possible.
At this point, you had been driving for hours. Your eyes were getting droopy, but you weren't stopping, not unless you absolutely had to.
Around an hour later, the bag began to move around and you could hear grumbles coming from it so you quickly stopped the car. You reached over the bag and opened the passenger door before grabbing the back and throwing it on to the side of the road. You could hear him groan at the contact with the ground, but you didn't care.
"So long Chucky." You muttered before slamming the door shut and driving off.
Little did you know, that wasn't going to be the last time you saw that Good Guy doll. Because now, he had it out to get you.
(A/N: So what do you guys think? Thank you all for the sweet comments. They actually make my day. My friend can confirm that I awe at all of them while we're on FaceTime😊As always, stay beautiful♥️)
