Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Chucky x reader

Curse of Chucky is the only valid Chucky movie in my opinion-
Also, we're dealing with a lot of possessed dolls lately. Anyone noticed that?

Your mother and father were arguing again while you silently tried to calm your little sister down. She was the only one you liked out of the family to be honest, and you didn't like to see her at the verge of crying.

You had to meet them all. The entire family was gonna have a christmas party at your uncle's house. Yay... more drunken adults and screaming cousins. You obviously weren't a fan of theese family gatherings. You've gone because you had to. And hey, you get free shit. At least some positive. After your parents silented down a little more you decided to speak up.
"Santa could've packed the gifts better" You put your hands on your little sisters ears and stated. Your mother turned around, with a pissed expression, while you gave her that smile that could annoy anyone. "You shut your mouth right now (Y/n)." She argued. "What if little Tess sees that she gets a big red haired Good guy doll?" You smugly replied, not letting her annoy you. "I said-"
"Shut up." Your father spoke through, silencing you both. You're not going to argue with him...

The car finnaly stopped and you crawled out, looking at the big house of your uncle's.
"(Y/n) come and help me damn it. Grab the gifts" Your mom said, picking up little Tess. She shouldn't be here... she's too small to sleep over at her uncles, and she doesn't deserve to see the toxicity of the family. Each family had hate roots in it but yours was just all in all horrible. Every memeber of it was corupted in some way.
Your aunt for instance, gold digger.
Cousins? Brats.
One of the uncles was in jail for thievery or somethin'.
So family meetings are fun.
"(Y/n), your mother told you to do something." Your dad half yelled at you. "Yes." You said angrily, walking towards the back of the car. You took some gifts and carried them to the door. You weren't going to be the one that would press the bell. That would be your mother. Louder stomps could be heard behind the door and as soon as they opened, fake smiles shined upon the faces of your uncle and mother. They hugged each other, walking into the house. You tried to push by unnoticed, and thankfully it worked this time. There was your aunt Rhody, already cooing around with the other adult women. Small kids, mostly your cousins were running around. At least they enjoyed their time here...
Beautiful christmas decorations lined the darkly wooden house, setting a nice christmas aura around. In the living room, good 'ole nana sat in her rocking chair, sleeping next to the tree even trough all that comotion.
The tree had a few gifts under it, and so it was your duty to set yours down too. You hoped to dodge any small talk from the family members. You mostly slipped out of the kitchen, to the stairs, and back. Sometimes cousins would eighter follow you around or ask dumb questions. You usualy just patiently replied but sometimes you had the need to kill them.

Finnaly, the diner was up. It's the worst, yet somehow best part of the entire christmas time you'll be here. At least you get to eat something. But the questions oh gods the questions...
You sat down at the table, between your mom and dad, your gold digger auntie facing you. Her annoying eyelashes were jumping up and dows as she winked at your father. She had many beautiful golden rings on her fingers. The woman was like 46 but with the crazy amount of makeup she managed to bump down her age to 35.
"So, (Y/n), when are you going to get a boyfriend?" The honey voice of hers rang above the other voices. You sighed. This quiestion again. "I told you last year, and the year before, and the year before that... I don't have any and I'm not planning to get some any time soon..." You said, angrily putting the spoon of soup into your mouth. Your cousin cooked it, and surprisingly it tasted pretty good.
"Honey I'm tellin' you. Man is good for money and honey. Nothin' else" She persuaded as she laid her shiny hand onto yours. You quickly snatched it from her and continued to eat in silence. Thankfuly you were released sooned by your mother.

You wandered off to the house, into the second kitchen upstairs. Further away, gifts for smaller children of the family were hidden. You saw that few of the bags for Tess were tipped over. One shiny red bag was further away, and the inside was gone. No kids go here though... they're scared of the upstairs kitchen for some reason. Could a grown up had gone here? But why? You continued to follow the way the bag was tipped to, and looked over the small kitchen island. There, on the floor, a chair was lying down, along with the Good guy doll your little sister was supposed to get.
"Now how'dya end up here huh?" You grabbed chair, setting it back in place. You grabbed the box and the doll carefuly, making sure you don't damage it. You set both of the items on the island and inspected the doll for any bumps. It sadly had a scratched cheek. You tried to rub the scratch off, thinking it was just some dust or dirt. Twas not...
"I always wanted a doll like you" You quietly said to it, preparing the box.
"I always wanted a doll like you!" The voice of the doll said cheerfully, making you smile. In your time, they didn't make them repeat the sentences you told them.
"Which one are you?" You asked the doll. "Hi! I'm Chucky!" The doll said enthusiasticaly turning it's red head around. "Chucky... just making sure I know the name when my sister brutaly forces me to speak to you" You chuckled as you carefuly grabbed the doll and placed it into the good guy box. The expression on the doll changed. It seemed bored and somewhat sad. "I wouldn't like the box eighter buddy..." You said, closing the bright colored box. You grabbed it and put it back into the bag, sorting out and picking up the rest of the bags. "Bye bye Chuck" You waved at the bag, leaving to explore more of the upstairs.

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