Wanna Play? (Chucky x Reader)

Chapter 1: Night, Shorty Pants

(y/n)'s eyes shoot open, her body scrambling to the head of her bed frame. She feels her back hit the wooden frame as her hands grip the sheets for some type of comfort. Attempting to calm down, she tries to slow her ragged breathing, feeling her heart thumping in her chest.

Nightmares. They come and go as they please, destroying the relaxing dreams that once were, and could have been. A single tear slides down her reddening cheeks. 'Don't cry.' She begs herself. Her hands shake as she tightens her grip on the sheets, clenching her jaw. But, it's too late. Tears flood from her eyes, falling down her face and soaking into her sheets.

With a shaky sigh, she wipes her eyes aggressively, glancing around the room for a stuffed animal. As a child, when she'd get the same type of nightmares, she'd grab on to the nearest toy and hug it tightly. Though, it wasn't the same as her mother's hugs, it reminds her of how her mother used to hug her to try and get her back to sleep. And with that thought in mind, it was always easier for her to fall back asleep with a toy in her arms. That's why (y/n)'s father got her Chucky.

'Chucky.' She thinks, scanning the dark room. It'd be a little embarrassing to explain things to Chucky, but he'd be the perfect size to hug. Her cheeks darken.
'It's that, or be exhausted for school in the morning.' She reminds herself.

With a defeated grumble, she slides out of bed. Her warm feet press against the cool, wooden floors, making her shiver slightly. Her eyes flicker around the room, the only light coming from the open window.

'Wait.' She stares at the window, watching her curtains flutter in the chilled breeze. After cautiously approaching her cracked open window, she glances outside. It looks directly over her large, front yard. She leans closer, scanning the yard for any movement. "What? Thought I'd just leave?" Her heart leaps in her chest, pounding rapidly as she spins around in fear.

Chucky stands leaned against her doorway, looking like nothing but a small, shadowed figure in the dim light. It unsettles her, but she keeps her composure, breathing out harshly. "Then why was it open, if you didn't go out?" (y/n) asks with her brows lifted, turning around to quietly close the window. "Ha." He laughs sarcastically, slowly walking into her room as he spoke. "I was plannin' on it," He starts as she shuts the window.

(y/n) turns around, trotting to her bed to sit down and listen to his explanation. "Then your little brat of a brother decided he wanted me for a sleepover." He rolls his eyes, scowling at the thought of being stuck there for so long. "Took me two damn hours just to get out of his grabby hands." He huffs, grumbling curses under his breath as he plops on to her plush carpet in relief. (y/n) nods understandingly, a small smile gracing her face as she thinks about her little brother sneaking into her room just so he could steal Chucky for the night.

"What about you?" Chucky chimes, questioning why she would be up so late during a school night. "Couldn't sleep either?" He asks sarcastically, his voice sounding as if he doesn't really care. He glances up at her, examining her shadowed face.

Though it is hard to see her, she looks like she had been crying. He's never seen her cry before. He even had a theory that she wasn't born with tear ducts, so it was physically impossible for her to cry. "Actually," She starts, snapping Chucky out of his thoughts. She curls her toes, becoming quite embarrassed and shy as she plays with her night shirt. "I was looking for you."

Chucky's brows lift in confusion, a little intrigued by her comment. His brows then crinkle, his face scowling in attempt to hide his slightly shocked expression. "Me? Whatchu want me for?" He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest while he peers at her unsurely. (y/n) shrinks down, wishing he hadn't asked. She bites the inside of her cheek, trying to hide her uncomfortable embarrassment as she thinks of how to explain the situation.