Something tightens around Chucky's midsection, causing him to stir lightly. The soft sheets caress his plush body. Something else rubs against his arm. 'Skin?' His eyes shoot open, memories of last night flooding back into his mind. His face burns bright pink, not daring to turn around. His breath hitches in his throat while he clenches his jaw. His whole body tenses up at the gentle touch of the person's skin.
He attempts to shift away. His brows crinkle in confusion as the thing around his waist tightens from his movement. He slides his hand under the sheet, lifting it to peek at what's underneath. (y/n)'s arm gently pulls him closer instinctively, humming lightly as she stirs. Chucky swallows, watching her arms with wide eyes. 'If she wakes up with me here,' He shutters are the thought. She would never let this down, always bring it up whenever he tries to act tough. He scowls at her arms, trying to slide himself up and out of her grasp.
He freezes suddenly, cursing under his breath as he hears footsteps walk up the stairs and down the hallway. They're heading straight for (y/n)'s room. Chucky starts to panic, glancing over her to squint at the bedroom door. Maybe it's just Nathan returning the teddy bear.
Chucky gulps, slipping his head back down as the person cracks the door open. He hears a deep sigh come from the male. Chucky's eyes widen, listening closely to the man as he approaches (y/n)'s bed. "(y/n), wake up." He hears her father whisper, gently nudging her shoulder. She stirs around, humming sleepily while she nuzzles her face into Chucky's hair.
Chucky's body tenses up, his face heating up in irritation. He bites his tongue, wanting to shove (y/n) away from him. But instead, he waits patiently for her to move away. "(y/n)." Her father repeats her name, pushing her shoulder with a little more force than before. With a long, quiet sigh, (y/n)'s eyes flutter open. She scrunches her nose, questioning what could be tickling her face. Glancing down with a tired gaze, her lips curl into a soft smile. Chucky lays right beside her, tucked against her chest as her face is partially nuzzled into his bright hair.
She props herself up on her right elbow, keeping Chucky close to her with her left arm still wrapping around him. With a sluggish glance behind her, her eyes lock with her father's bright orbs. She closes her eyes, nodding her head while twisting her body around to face her father. Sliding her feet off the bed, she feels the cold floor graze against her skin. Shivering from the sudden coolness of the floor coming in contact with her bare feet, she follows her father out of her room.
Chucky screams at her in his head, his eyes trailing back to her bed as she carries him out of her room. 'What's the point of taking me?' He questions, infuriated by her stupid, thoughtless actions. She keeps him tucked in her left arm, seeming to not notice that she still has him with her. "You got five minutes." Chucky hears (y/n)'s dad chime. She suddenly starts running down the stairs, and bolting into the kitchen.
In one swift motion, she starts up the coffee maker and is already making her way back upstairs. Chucky tries his best not to grunt and grumble from all of her movement, feeling his stomach bouncing as she hops up each step. She slides into her bedroom, scanning for her book bag. Once she spots it in the corner of her room, she swiftly grabs it and stuffs everything she can into it.
Before Chucky can protest, he's shoved into the bottom of the bag. Books are shoved against him, him grunting from the impact. "Nathan, can you take my bag downstairs?" (Y/n) asks her brother, flinging her bag outside of her room. Chucky huffs hot air out of his nose. He wishes he could reposition himself, but knows if he moves too much her brother will notice. So instead, he stays where he is as Nathan groggily drags the bag to the main floor.
(Y/n) scans through her drawers until she finally catches a glance at a decent outfit. Grabbing the (f/c) hoodie and her light wash jeans, she flings them onto her bed and quickly changes. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she knows she could have done better, but decides that it will have to do today. No one in school pays much attention to her anyway.
The coffee maker beeps, reminding (y/n) of her time crunch. She slips out her door and pads down the stairs. Nathan is sitting and the dining room table, already finishing his breakfast. Her backpack is hanging off of Nathan's chair, moving slightly. She shrugs it off, thinking Nathan had just hung in up there.
Her dad clears his throat, nudging (y/n)'s shoulder with her silver thermos. "Don't forget your coffee." He reminds her, smiling as she grabs it and trots to her backpack. "Thanks." She quickly replies, flinging her bag over her shoulder. Glancing at her phone, (y/n)'s eyes widen. Time can fly so quickly when you're trying your best to be on time. It's so unfair that Nathan's bus runs later than hers. "See you after school." She sighs, making her way outside after waving.
The bus arrives as she shuts the door. 'That was weirdly coincidental.' She thinks, heading down the front porch steps and jogging to the bus. The bus driver always gives her the creeps, from the way he looks at her to the way he acts.
She glances at the driver before quickly making her way to the back of the bus. She mentally notes where everyone is sitting. The "cool girls" are in the front, school bully near the middle, and her friend is in the left seat, all the way at the back. Sitting down next to Sidney, (y/n) notices how quiet she's being. "What's wrong?" She whispers, looking at Sidney in confusion. Most of the time, she has quite the bubbly personality. So, something must be wrong to make her act this way.
Sidney is considered to be the "oddball" in her family, because ever since she was little she could sense things. (Y/n) thinks she could be psychic, but Sidney shoots that theory down whenever it's mentioned.
Sidney knits her eyebrows, seeming to be thinking to herself. "There's someone else here." She states slowly, turning to (y/n) and giving her a perplexed stare. (Y/n) looks around suspiciously, starting to grow uncomfortable with the way Sidney is acting. "It came when you entered." She continues, wondering where the feeling is coming from.
Before (y/n) can ask if there is a spirit that's following her, Derrick interrupts. "What? Is it another one of your ghost friends?" He questions with a sneer. Sidney shoots him a fierce glance before staring out the window.
"Just leave her alone." (Y/n) quietly comments back, sinking into her seat as Derrick glares at her. Chucky snickers, wondering if that was the best comeback (y/n) had. 'Why's she acting so weak?' He wonders to himself, knowing if it was him making fun of Sidney that (y/n) would have no problem snapping back at him.
Derrick scrunches up his nose at her. "What'd you say, bitch?" He spits, causing (y/n) to flinch away instinctively. Everything seems so much easier with Chucky. Maybe because he's a toy, and something about that makes it easier for her to handle.
Her heart pounds in her chest, tears pricking her eyes. Sidney glances at her with concern, seeing how upset she is. A fire burns in Sidney's eyes as she turns to the brown haired male. "Don't even start, you jackass!" She barks, glaring daggers into Derrick as he stares back angrily.
(Y/n) hugs her backpack, shoving her head into it while she tries to tune out their yelling. Chucky feels the weight of something pushing on the backpack, hearing a soft whimper come from whoever was against it.
(Y/n) purses her quivering lips, closing her eyes in attempt to calm herself down. Sidney and the bully bicker back and forth, calling each other name after name. "This is going to be a long ride." She whispers into her bag.
'You got that right.' Chucky replies in his head, knowing if he said it out loud there would be a chance someone else besides (y/n) would hear. He rolls his eyes, listening to them fight.
'Who knew school life was so shitty.'
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Wanna Play? (Chucky x Reader)
Fanfiction(y/n) is a 16-year-old emotional girl who has always had a love for toys, along with her 8-year-old brother, who sometimes attempts to steal some of the toys in her room. Her mother bought her the new Good Guy Doll before she died, a doll she's been...
