Good Guys (A Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 2

The good guy looked directly at me. I locked eyes with him. There was another doll next to him but he wasn't a Good Guy. He was a Happy Hero. Never heard of those before but hey it was different. It became awkward within a few seconds...

They both had looks of confusion, LIKE I HAD TWO HEADS. But can't blame them... what would you do if you saw a doll as good looking as I?

John stepped in, introducing them to me and me to them. "Chucky, this is Dean and Dennis. Dennis and Dean, this is Chucky." I didn't know what to do so i just kept my notorious Chucky poker face. Dean partially smiled while Dennis smiled happily. He obviously was young, probably younger than both me and Dean. I glanced at John giving him the signal to say something else.

"I know this is all unexpected, but trust me, we're the only ones that know each of us exist. People probably know about Chucky since he's killed so many people in the past years. But he'll never go to prison since no one, will ever, suspect, a doll."

Are you fucking kidding me?! Way to fucking blow up my spot, John! Fucking idiot...

"You kill people?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Does that bother you?"

"It bothers me. Is he safe, Deanie?" Dennis hid behind Dean, peering at me from behind his friend's back. Yup... Defintely younger.

"Im guessing, Denny. But don't worry i won't let him hurt you. And don't hide behind me it's rude. You should know that. You're not much younger than me."

Honestly at this point, i already had a lot of questions racing through my head. How old were they? Where did they come from? Were they brothers or best friends?

"is there anything else about you guys that I should know? John basically told you everything about me." I glared directly at the voodoo doctor.

Dean shrugged. "Well, me and Dennis here are best friends but you'll probably mistaken us for brothers. Um.. But who gives a crap about that? And we don't kill either."

Damn. These guys are gonna be difficult to bond with.. How do you not kill? At least once! But you all need to remember, im a psycho.. I show no mercy at all. Unless i feel like it. Me having a heart? Oh god, thats hilarious.

I also hated how much Dean looked exactly like me since he was the same exact damn doll. It was so weird, as if i was talking to myself.

"Jeez, John you couldn't have put Dean into another doll body? I feel like im talking to my goddamn self!"

"Yeah i know how you feel. I kind of hate this body," Dean butted in.

John looked annoyed after my comment. Kiss my ass voodoo man.

Dennis flipped his hair out of his face and avoided eye contact with me. I was still in shock how they were there. Like... holy shit. A few minutes later the two dolls were hinting that they wanted to leave.

"John, I got to go. It's late and I have to go to the late night place. We'll come next time. Come on, Dennis." The older doll started to walk towards the door before being stopped by John. "Wait, Dean. Stay for a few. You say you don't like your doll form?"

"Yeah kind of," the doll said nervously.

"Ok stay a while. Dennis can stay too. Chucky, I assume you want to head back to your old abandoned place?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. There's not much to do both places. I guess I'll go."

Turning around, i walked to the front door and stuck my knife in my overral pocket. I looked back one last time before heading back to my place.

Dean's POV

I heard the front door close, signaling that Chucky had left. "Ok, so what are you gonna do?" I asked John curiously. It was both creepy and weird, and i didn't want him to do something that i would murder him for.

The voodoo doctor looked at me with a hint of satisfaction. "You'll see. Now, just relax because you're going to be out for a while."