Good Guys (A Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Dean's POV

Was this pain normal? All i could feel was my face being sore. Probably it was because of John's tactics of giving a doll plastic surgery. It was a good thing Dennis looked nothing like me either cause we would both be having to go through this. Picture when you got your braces for the first time, and how they pulled on the teeth making it sore like hell. That was how I felt. God, I just wanted to scream and let out my moodiness on somebody. Everything and everyone made me cranky at the late night place.

"Dean are you ok?" Dennis looked at me with concern. I shook my head, glancing at my friend. He tried everything to make me better, but all i could do was be a moody bitch. It would all go away though. Resting my hand on my face, I watched the two female singers on stage. They wore black crop tops and tight black pants. On their heads were leather caps. One had curly reddish brown hair while the other had short blonde hair. The song "Call Me" by Blondie played. It was the karoke version since the two women were singing the lyrics. Honestly, I could listen to them all day.

Ugh why can't I just put a heating pad on my face???

The thoughts of earlier today all came back. I had no idea there was another doll possessed by a human soul. Was he turned into a doll for the same reason? Me and Denny had no other choice. It was a matter of life or death for us. How would we have ever known that a gang of drunk men would've lunged at us? We walked the streets alone and I blame myself everyday. But all that really mattered was that we were still alive.

It was John who helped us. I had no idea how he did it but he transfered our souls into dolls. Everyday I'm thankful for him finding us because if he hadn't, who knows where we would've gone. As for the drunks, they escaped. After what they did, none of them wanted to be there if the cops showed up. Wonder where they were now. Revenge is a sweet thing.

I sat on a leather couch in the corner by the bar. Yes, me and Dennis isolated ourselves away from everyone. By everyone, I mean.. Humans. Only some of them knew that we were alive. It's really hard to explain, I guess. This whole place was small, and barely any people came here. It was an abandoned building that was touched up for someone's liking. The police didn't show anything about this place at all but if they did find out, someone would get arrested. We were strict about letting anyone in. No one cared who you are but they don't want trouble.

Soon, after sitting for so long, Dennis came out and rested his head on my shoulder. I rested my head on his. All of my hair tickled him, making me push it back. "What do you think we're gonna do knowing about him?" Dennis asked.

"Who? Chucky? I'm interested in him but I have no idea where he is. Hate to say it but I don't think he wants any business with us. You see how he is."

"But you shouldn't judge him, Dean. He kills people, I know but who really knows for sure? John could've been lying to us about all that. That man has a lot that he's hiding from us."

"Come on, don't be ridiculous. He's told us things-"

"No. That's what you think but I don't trust that John is truthful. Yeah, we've been with him a few months or weeks-"

"Weeks," I corrected.

"But not everyone can be trusted, Deanie."

Dennis took off my cap, and put it on his head.

"You're right, Dennis. You're absolutely right." Ever since that night alone on the streets, I've been traumatized and so has he. We've learned not to be easily manipulated by people. But sometimes Denny can be manipulated really easily and I would have to be the one to get his mind right. One wrong move and our minds could become twisted.

The moon shone brightly outside and I could hear the distant car honks and sirens. I loved the city. The bright lights and the cold weather.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk." Getting up from the leather couch, I took my cap from Dennis and opened the secret door to the dark alley outside. The cold air hit my face, making me feel refreshed. I pushed my hair out of my face. As I continued walking through the night, I realized how short I was. But hey, at least no one would notice me.

Even as a doll, I was still scared to walk out alone after that night. That won't happen again. Ever. I'll make sure it doesn't. I could smell smoke from a distance. Cigarette smoke to be exact. Most of the homeless people smoked in groups, drinking too. That was the bad part of the city. Most of the homeless people were probably rapists too. I hated it so much. It reminded me of them...

Even though I had bad memories, I still had hope for this city.