AN: Hey! I've finally decided to upload this! Hooray! I can guarantee this will be finished because I've already written it out! I'm excited, I've always wanted to write an origin story for Chucky and I came up with this one, I've decided to make it as different as humanly possible! I hope you like it, I hope you don't think it's the dumbest thing ever! Here we go!

Chucky: Skullenko does not own Childs Play, Chucky or anything.

Skullenko: Real.

A Funeral

It was a bright, beautiful day, birds were chirping, squirrels scuttled along lawns, kids were playing and laughing joyfully. Overall, it was a day that was perfect in every way.

And it pissed Charles off to no end.

He glared at the sky with it's few perfect wisps of clouds. How could the world be so happy when a personal tragedy had occurred. Lucy Parlor had died! The greatest mom in the world had left this plane.

Well, she wasn't his REAL mother of course. His REAL mother was the lady sitting to his left, crying hysterically in a feeble attempt to get attention. Fat crocodile tears rolled down her cheeks. The hag couldn't stand to have the spotlight off her for five fucking minutes.

It was ironic, how he loathed his mother, but simply adored Lucy, the woman in the coffin.

Prepare for a very sad and perhaps overly dramatic story. Once upon a time, Charles's father, Henry, had been dating a young Lucy. They were in their mid-twenties when Kelly arrived, a blessed occasion. They were young, in-love, and had a beautiful baby girl when Jill entered their life. Jill was 18 when they were 28. She hated her parents as any other rebellious teen and didn't want to go to work or college after highschool. She saw Henry as her way out. He had recently made a fortune in the stock market (AN: I hear that phrase a lot) and that had just added to his 'charm'. Jill tricked him into having an affair fairly easily. It was also easy for her to convince him to leave Lucy. All seemed to be going well for Jill until she lost all the money in Vegas. Henry was livid as you might imagine. He almost left Jill, but then she returned and admitted she was pregnant. They stayed together and Henry learned to forgive, but Jill only stayed because she knew that she would never make it on her own. She hated Kelly, because she still had promise and youth (although the former would not last long in this rocky household), and she hated Charles because he made her feel old. So she treats him like a younger, annoying brother. That's how the story goes, Charles had heard it a million times before when Kelly explains why their family is, quote, "A big fucking mess."

Speaking of Kelly, she was currently 'bowing' her head in prayer. On closer inspection, you'll find she's actually texting.

A 6 year-old Charles started glaring at her. He'd hated her ever since she'd started the nickname for him "Little basturd". She was a potty mouthed 10 year old.

Charles turned his gaze back towards the casket up front. Why'd she have to go? It's true, her and Henry had no longer been seeing each other, but she still came over often and even though her and Charles weren't technically related, they were the best of friends.

Charles and his father had twin rivers flowing down their cheeks by the end of the sermon. Charles turned towards his now defeated father and even though he was only 6, he could see that his father regretted the last 7 years. Lucy would be missed. Henry had managed to shut Jill up, and now she was huffing angrily.

They all rose to leave. All Charles wanted was to be left alone.

AN: That was a deep chapter. I think. I had to alter some things because I realized timelines and ages did not line up well. Lots o' math just happened. Hope you liked it. Review!

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