Plastic Spastic: a Chucky X Reader TributeFic

Chapter 5: It's What I Crave!

after finally getting ready and on your way, you sneak from Chucky's old Hideout and take off in the car, you force Chucky to stay seated in the front seat with the seatbelt on. "this is bullshit, what're ya, my ma?" he gripes, sitting up on his knees so he can just peer over the car window.      "not very likely, given that you respect me...or you better!" you threatened, "and keep down before cops see you and think I have a toddler without a booster seat in the car!" you say sternly, adjusting your mirror. you checked your radio clock, you two managed to get going at a decent hour and most places still serve breakfast at these hours! "check it chuck, we left at 7 AM, we got a few to drive around and figure out where and what we want to order, I never been this far out from my apartment in this direction so i have no idea what's around..." you muse out loud entering the city, not as grand and hectic as chicago but still bustling for this time of day, you pull into town and crawl through the streets at 10-20 MPH looking for signs or restaurant buildings.

"wherever we end up, there better be Coffee, all the stress I'm under is grating my nerves..." he huffs, slumping back down in the passenger seat and resting his arm against the middle console, resting his head on his arm like a child still sleepy but being dragged to school early in the morning. he wipes his eyes and yawns, his eyes fluttering closed trusting your smooth driving. "something's grating the nerves alright..." you mutter to yourself, taking a glance or two to appreciate his cuteness before pinpointing a Dutch Bros Coffee, you pull up to the drive through lean out and scan the menu. "oh yeah definitely getting a carry-out meal from the nearest breakfast serving resteraunt after this because it's all sugar..." you mutter to yourself, Chuck hears you and adds "mmm Sugar~" before you sit back in the drivers seat looking to him. "okay to make things easier on both of us I'll just get what you're in the mood for and go from there." he quirks his brow as you take another good look at the menu before turning your attentions back to him.

"so how ya gonna figure me out? can't you just help me lean out the window so I can read the menu-" he began but then remembered, it will be noon soon and there was already another car pulling up behind their own so that plan was scrapped before he could hatch it. "n-nevermind, I see what you mean now..." he muttered, reluctant to admit you were right but still going through with it, has caring for him only this short span of time really proven to soften him up so much? or was the creature in your dreams correct, and he's only backing down from obligation, being forced to take heed and negotiate because your accidental 'fluid-exchange ritual' you had performed the night prior? perhaps it was truly because he was in such immense pain he has no other choice but to rely on you? you knew it didn't matter either way but you still couldn't help but feel insecure. "It's okay, Chucky..." you sigh, gearing up to quizz him in order to figure out what to get.

"okay, so we're going to play a little game of twenty questions~" you beam, you were pretty good at that game so you should be able to figure out what he wants in no time! "if I figure it out before my twenty questions are up, you have to eat something healthy with me, but if I lose, I have to try whatever greasy junk thing you make me order, deal?" Chuck beams back up at you, a more sinister gleam in his bright blue eyes, you could just tell you got him fully engaged with your little deal you just offered. "You're On!" he yips happily, and with that you start the game.

"are you craving fruity or chocolately?" "oh definitely chocolate." "do you have any food allergies?" "none that i know of.." "do you have a favorite dessert?" "I love cookies! any kind, I absolutely crave those fuckers!" he admits. "alright, hot or cold?" you ask finally "I like it hot~" he smirks, crossing his arms and looking at you expectantly. you pause a moment to take in the menu, then turn back to him "cookie,snickerdoodle or Wallaby?" Chuckle just quirks his brow at you.

"Wallaby? the hell is that? I thought they sold drinks, not animals!" he jabs with a chuckle, to which you dismiss with a 'pfft' and a shake of your head. Chuck clears this throat "so what's in it anyway?" he asked, wanting to look over your shoulder at the menu to see for himself but you seemed adamant on taking the order. "it's got chocolate, Macadamia Nut, Dark Chocolate and Caramel~" he salivates the more flavor descriptives you add, making no effort to hide the fact that he really wanted that drink. "do we got a winner?" you ask, making a final offer. "oh hell yeah, get two!" he says rubbing his little mitts together in anticipation. "you know who else is a winner? me!" you giggle as his expression suddenly falls. "I figured out what you wanted to drink in less than 5 questions, so you get to share in a delicious healthy breakfast with me~" you clap in delight as he just facepalms and groans. "alright just get the damn drinks already." he barks, climbing back into the passenger seat and slumping against the middle console. you just give him a lighthearted chuckle and pat his head as you pull up to the order window. "two Medium Wallabys! one iced one hot, please~".