(Y/N POV)
I opened the door to see the doll was alive. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled as the doll stared back at me, Fluffy meows at me. "Who are you, and what the hell are you?!" I said. "Im Chucky" the doll says. "The doll from those murders?" I said. Chucky looks away and slyly says yes. Im in shock how and why is this in my house. Is this a cruel joke. "I wont hurt you" Chucky says, breaking the silence. "How would i know that?" I said, scared for my life. What do i do, theres a killer doll in my fucking house. Do i pick him up and throw him or do i keep him? I look at him, hes adorable though. I can not like a doll, i chuckle to myself. "Why are you laughing?" Chucky says. "Oh nothing" i say. Well hes gunna sleep in the cat bed. "You are gunna sleep in the cats bed, she doesnt use it." I said. He looks at me disappointed "Okay then."
"Goodnight killer doll" i said and laughed. He laughed to. "Hey! You never told me your name!". "Oh my names Y/N". " Well goonight a Y/N."
I go to my bed and Fluffy lays next to me and i drift off into sleep.
