Good Guys Finish Last (Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 1:

I never liked dolls. The beady glass eyes, the delicately molded and sculpted faces. Not much to like for me. At least, that's what I thought.

I guarantee you, my life wasn't and isn't easy. My name, Mabel, Mabel Downey Madsen. I was living in the slow paced quiet area of Ohio. I lived with my mother, Annabeth Madsen until she passed away from a tragic death. I was coming home from school when I realized she was lying on the floor, a glass of an unidentifiable liquid in her hand, spilled across the grey carpet. A bottle of pills was sitting on the kitchen counter, recently placed there. The detectives said that it was a case of either suicide or accidental drug overdose, either way, it affected me greatly. I didn't get in trouble for it of course, which I was lucky for. They knew it wasn't me and that was a fact. My mother was, well, troubled. That wasn't my problem, I was never close to her anyways. Her croak didn't make me as upset as it should, and I felt guilt for that.

Only being 17, I had to go somewhere. I never knew who my father was so I was sent to live with my only grandparents in Chicago Illinois. They were always so magnanimous and caring towards me, I was lucky to have them. Even greater, my favoritest person in the whole wide world lived there too! My cousin Ollie Michealman. He has always been my best friend, even though he lives so far away. He was like a big brother to me, always so thoughtful, but also pulling my chain a lot too. He was also the coolest guy I know by far. Ollie is 21, so he's 4 years older than I am.

My grandpa hooked me up with plane tickets so I could meet him in Chicago. I had to take a bus to the airport, and at the airport I soon realized it was not as fun as I thought it would be. It was very stressful considering I was all alone. I easily became anxious and pulled up my white socks as I rushed myself down to the area I needed to be. I gripped at my pastel pink dress nervously, the soft material more pleasant to feel than nothing, and brushed my fluffy hair from my face.

It seemed to take hours and hours until I was in the plane. All my stuff was shipped out to Chicago except for my book bag with skulls on it. I viewed the plane for my number, A18. I was hoping for a window seat but I get stuck with the edge, as usual. I leaned back into chair and sighed. I was exhausted from all the running around. A whining kid being pulled by her mother raged down the row, tripping on everything possible and yes, sat right behind me. The little girl was small, probably around 6 or 7. Her mom maybe 30.

"I want to go home!" The little girl screamed.

"I know, I know, we'll be home in a few hours." The mother said snatching some tissues from her purse

"No, I want to leave now!" She cried hysterically. The child kicked my seat 8 times and cried some more.

"It's okay, honey bunches of biscuits." The mother said patting her on the head. "Here, look, I have something for you." Her mom rustled in her enormous bag and pulled out a slim hot pink box. She handed the box to the girl with a tired look on her face.

"A Barbie? I hate Barbies! I want a Good Guy!" While the girl whined, her mother stuffed some tissues into her face to stop the dripping snot.

Good Guys, that seemed to ring a bell. Isn't it a show or something like that? I've heard of it before. Apparently it's a hoot for little tykes. I'm sure they only became a show to sell their toys. Especially this doll. I mean, that's why My Little Pony was created for in the first place. I'm also pretty sure they copied of the Carebears and Bob the Builder.

"Emma, you have Barbies at home that you play with all the time. Besides those Good Girl dolls are very, very pricey.

"Good Guys!" Spat the girl named Emma. She slapped the tissues and the Barbie from her mother's hand.

"Yeah yeah." Her mom answered and picked up the fallen objects.

What a brat. I thought to myself. I glanced at the person next to me. He was an older man who was already snoozing. He snored loud enough to annoy me greatly. Emma kept moaning about how she never gets anything she wants and suddenly the speaker came on.

"Welcome to United Airlines."

Something tells me that this will be a long and grueling trip.

On the plane, there where two air waitresses with us. One was too happy for her own good and the other was permanently nasty, in attitude and looks. You would imagine that the mean one would try to stop the commotion coming from the screaming child but that wasn't the case. I heard some stomping sounds coming from the back of the plane heading forward. Finally those people behind me will get their just desserts. I couldn't help but chuckle lightly when she stopped in her place. Here it comes. I thought.

"Think safety hazards are funny huh?" A scornful voice asked. I immediately stopped my smirking and looked to my right. Angry blue eyes made me shiver inside and outside.

"N-no." The words fumbled out.

"Well then how about moving that thing under the seat and not in the middle of the floor so that people can trip on it." You can tell by her voice that she wasn't messing around. The bag was already half under the seat anyways. I couldn't think of a good reason why she was so ticked with it. As she spoke, she put an unneeded emphasis on " thing" and poked her sharply tipped shoes at my purse. I desperately wanted to stick up for myself explaining my logic. But alas, my timid nature again got the best of me and I replied:

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know." You see, that's a habit of mine. I can never seem to stand up for myself or others. It can become an issue sometimes, I was bullied almost my whole school life. I don't even need to be rude back, but I still can never speak out.

"That's what they all say. When someone trips and dies, will you be laughing?" She asked seriously. At this point everyone in the entire plane was starring at us. Everyone except for the sleeping man sitting on the left of me.

"Surely n-" I was interrupted at that.

"Move the bag!"

"Okay!" I leaned down and pushed my purse a few centimeters inwards while shaking in my shoes flung so. After that, she walked away without another word.