Good Guys (A Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Chucky's POV

How often should I go to John's now? Clearly, these dolls have now caught my full attention. I needed to learn more about them. But why am I even giving a shit? And what's the late night place? John was acting suspicious with them. I may stop by today, but more people are roaming the streets. Can't blow my cover or let people know what I really am. I fucking hate the city...

There was nobody to kill. I pretty much killed everyone I knew. They all betrayed me or hurt me emotionally. Yeah, I have feelings big surprise! WOOP!

To be honest, I was all alone. Killing was how I released the stress and anger. It felt pretty good, awesome actually. Having the anger rage inside and letting it out on someone else's flesh and blood. Maybe those dolls could help me in doing that. But unfortunately they didn't kill. It wouldn't be hard to manipulate though.

The leaves crunches under my feet, making really loud sounds. I winced with every step. It was a good thing I didn't feel cold or heat. Where would I get doll clothes anyway!? Yeah, a toy store or something but there's no way I'll change my signature clothing.

Last night I went back to my old abandoned place. I promised myself that I would kill any hobos living in there. That was my goddamn home, and I didn't want anyone going in. Or coming out.

The sad thing is, can a doll even sleep? Apparently I can... I think. Well I go into Good Guy mode I guess you can say. All that happened kept me awake so this morning I planned to go back to John's place and hope Dean and Dennis were there.

It wasn't too far now. I knew this city by heart. His place stood out more cause of all the voodoo stuff. That bastard was obsessed! I guess we were all into black magic, except Eddie. For it was just me and John who were intrigued by that. As for me, I used it for bad. But I can't help it! I was dying and I needed to continue my life as this plastic shit!

My red hair blew in the wind. I blew the extra strands away from my face. Wonder how I would look as a brunette.... Or a blonde... Oh god I think I'd look horrible.

Next thing I knew, I heard voices. And it wasn't the insane voices you hear in your head. Like actual voices coming from my friend's house. I quickly ran over to the side of the home and up into the window.

"WOAH! DEAN WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?"

I slid through the open window and onto the blue counter. I looked around everywhere. Then there was Dennis, his mouth wide open along with his eyes. He looked as if he got flashed for the first time. His stare gazed into the room in front of him. The doll sat on the couch, waiting for something. What was going on?

I waited for a few seconds before seeing something i never expected to see. My eyes widened. A doll stepped out of the room that Dennis was staring into. It was like someone I've never seen.

Red hair like mine but more puffed out, with a cap holding it. All white clothes which were a little baggy, like gangster style I guess you could say. Bright blue eyes, and an attractive face.

Who.The.Fuck.Was.That?

My mind spun. No. It couldn't be. Was that.... OMFG!

A smile came across his face. "I don't know, Denny. What happened?"

Did anyone have a garbage can? Some sort of paper bag?! I was freaking the hell out. Was it possible to have a man crush on another doll??? Cause I sure as hell was attracted to this mother fucker.

Surprisingly, no one knew I was there. My whole freak out probably meant nothing, or was I just dealing with it quietly? Why the change?? That's it! I needed answers. My freak out turned verbal and loud.

Dennis noticed and looked up at me? "Geez! How long were you there!? Are you ok? Chucky right?"

Yeah, just gonna ignore you and stare.

"Weren't you here yesterday?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah don't you remember?"

The new doll looked at me, one hand on his hip. He smiled and looked away.
That couldn't be Dean. It just... NO!

"Uh..."

John was nowhere. It was just the three of us.

"You gotta be fucking with me.. That can't be you."

The doll nodded, half smiling. "Yeah, I'm the doll you met yesterday. Dean. I looked too much like you so I changed my whole look completely. Sorry if it disturbs you."

Honestly, it didn't disturb me at all. HE LOOKED SEXIER THAN ME. But since we were the same dolls the change was so much better.

"I'm still a Good Guy doll but John did a little work on me. Changed my face and gave me new clothes. I don't know how I look." Dean laughed slightly.

"Well, you, you don't look that bad. Pretty good actually."

Oh God, was I seriously trying to tell him that he looked hot? But I wasn't gonna straight out say that, and I'm not the guy that gives compliments either.

The moon shone bright outside. I jumped down from the counter and stood in my spot. It'd be awkward if I got too close...

"Hey! Why are you so far away? Come here we won't bite you!"

Dennis invited me over with his cheery attitude and smile. Taking the offer, I slowly walked over to them. My knife was always in my pocket. John was where?

"Where's the bastard, John?" I asked, breaking the silent tension. "He went out somewhere. We don't know since he didn't say exactly where. But me and Dennis have to leave soon. It was nice seeing you again, Chucky."

"Wait, you're leaving?" I was confused.

"Yeah," Dean replied. "We're going somewhere that we go to almost every night. It's called the late night place. So, we'll see you later?"

I shrugged. "Sure whatever."

Dean smiled. "Ok, well.. Bye." He gestured Dennis to follow him to the front door. The young doll waved bye to me before leaving with his friend.

I sighed, trying to sink in everything that happened. THAT SERIOUSLY WAS DEAN!? OH MY DAMN GOD!

Yup.. Definitely intrigued by these bastards now