I love the Chucky movies. I love Glenda and have been wanting to write her and Chucky interacting for the longest time. This is my first time writing for this fandom, so please bear with me. That being said, please enjoy chapter one!

-SawyerSeville19

"Glenda, sweetheart, can you grab the box of plates from the attic for me, please?" Tiffany asked as she rummaged through the cupboards, looking and apparently not finding what she needed.

Sixteen-year-old Glenda frowned, leaning against the counter, watching her mother. "Why? There are plenty of plates in the top cupboard."

Tiffany stopped searching and turned dark brown eyes onto her daughter's blue ones. "Because, sweetheart, the plates in the attic were your grandmother's. And since we have guests tonight, I want to use them."

Glenda rolled her eyes, straightening up from the counter. "Just Glen's geeky friends from school. Not worth using your favorite plates on if you ask me."

Tiffany smiled smoothly, scanning her daughter's face. Both her children resembled their father (doll form obviously), with their red hair and blue eyes. But Glenda gave off his calm, sadistic vibe. She watched everyone with an air of interest, and took extreme pleasure in their pain. As far as Tiffany knew, she'd never killed. But there were plenty of complaints of her daughter's physical abuse during school.

Glenda left the kitchen and made her way through the dining room and to the stairs. The attic was on the third floor and had an old-fashioned drop staircase. Weird, but Glenda had always thought it was creepy. She loved it.

Pulling the string down, she revealed the hidden stairs and ascended them. Her mom was always firm in her rule to stay out of the attic when they were young. Glenda had always hid Glen's toys up there and would persuade him to go get them. His toys were never worth breaking rules, he'd say. Like she believed that. He was such a baby. Plain and simple.

The attic was dusty and infested with cobwebs and webs galore. Glenda found it refreshing from the pristine house below. As she stood inside, she looked around. There weren't many boxes, most were old clothes and toys from their childhood. Finding those plates should be easy.

She walked to the first box in front of her, smiling as the boards creaked beneath her weight. She knelt down to the box and looked for her mother's labeling. Glen's toys. With a roll of her eyes, she straightened and moved to the next box.

Three failed attempts later, she found a box that was taped shut. Unlike the others she examined. Further inspection showed no label, also unlike the others. Intrigued, she sat on her knees and pulled the box closer and ripped the tape off.

She pulled the flaps back and looked inside. There was a black garbage bag in it, tied shut. She pulled the bag out and set it next to her before seeing if there was anything else inside. Nothing.

Turning her attention to the bag, she lifted her hands to open it when she heard her mother call her name.

"Did you find the box, sweetheart?" She was under the opening to the attic, Glenda could tell.

Glenda looked around before she spotted the box behind her labeled: Mother's Plates. "I found it. I'll be right down." She heard her mother walk away. With a sigh, she grabbed the black bag and moved it next to the attic door, already planning to retrieve it when her mother was in bed.

She grabbed the box of plates and went down the stairs.

...ChUcKy...

Glen's friends weren't actually nerds. They just weren't people Glenda associated with. They were average high school boys, decent grades, on the baseball team.

What made this dinner require her mother's favorite dishes was that Glen had made friends within the first week of school. And these boys were those friends.

Glen was a sweet boy. Disgustingly so. He was so sweet, he was targeted for it in high school. His sweet demeanor in elementary school had awarded him all sorts of friends, but as he got older it came off homosexual to other guys and made the girls gossip about him. So he was taunted for it. Cliche, but it was true.

These three boys were the first real friends Glen's had since elementary school. It took a week for him to be certain they were legit. Glenda knew from the beginning they weren't phony. They had too much in common.

Bored, Glenda picked at her meatloaf, pretending it was a classmate's head and the ketchup was their blood. This sated her need for hurting someone out of boredom. She should really beat the head cheerleader up soon. She's become too comfortable picking on Glen again, now that she thought about it. A sly smile curved her full lips upward as she planned just how she'd remedy the situation once more.

"Uh, Glenda?"

Snapped from her gory fantasy, Glenda looked up into the brown eyes of one of Glen's friends, Alex, if she remembered correctly. Her silence was all she gave for an answer.

Swallowing, Alex spoke, "I was wondering... if you'd like to go out with me?"

Glenda's eyes narrowed immediately. How should she kill this little twerp?

"I-I mean all of us. Me, Tony, Matt and Glen. We were gonna see the new horror movie on Friday and then-"

"Glen? Watch a horror movie?" She shot her brother a smirk. He countered with a glare before looking back at Alex as he continued. Glenda did as well.

"I know how much you love horror movies. And Glen told me how much you wanted to see it. So I thought you'd wanna come with us..." Alex blushed under her blank stare, forcing himself not to back down under the intimidating look in her blue eyes.

After examining the red hue on Alex's fair cheeks with annoyance, she nodded. His smile was immediate and she rolled her eyes. "It's not a date. Whatever twisted fantasy you have of me, lose it now. I'm not interested in you. I'm only going to see the movie. Got it?"

Alex's smile dropped, but he nodded. It was as close as he was going to get until he found a way to hold her attention. Now was a good start.

After a minute, her mother engaged the three boys in conversation. Glenda took a bite of her food, mind drifting to the ominous black bag awaiting her in the attic.

...ChUcKy...

Half an hour after her mother and brother went to bed, Glenda made her way silently upstairs to the attic. That black bag was right where she left it. Taking it with her downstairs, she set it at her feet so she could hide the staircase once more. That done, she carried the bag to her room, shutting and locking her door for good measure.

She sat the bag on her bed and got to work untying it. Once it was open, she reached inside and pulled something soft out. It was a doll. Arms and legs were missing, but a doll all the same.

She sat down heavily onto her bed, eyes taking in the scars and bloodied eye. She fingered the red hair and the torn clothes before looking up in thought. She'd seen this before. Where though? She racked her brain, but the only doll she remembered was the blonde doll her mother took down every blue moon. That, and the one she'd been given for her fifth birthday.

She looked over to the doll on her shelf. Beautiful doll with fair skin, light freckles, green eyes and long red hair, dressed in a white sweater, jeans and black shoes.

She glanced between the doll on her shelf to the one in her hands. She saw the obvious resemblance, save for the eyes, which looked more like her mother's doll's, if not darker. Furrowing her eyebrows in thought, she knew she was getting somewhere, but still nothing answered her questions.

She reached into the bag and grabbed what was left inside. The missing limbs, with what looked to be bone inside. She smiled. What a creepy, awesome doll. She set the doll and limbs down before balling up the bag and tossing it into her closet. She went to her desk and grabbed a needle and thread, deciding to put him back together.

There we have it! Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Review please. Until next chapter!