Disclaimer: I don't own Chucky cries. But that's ok. I can always pretend. The…the…the whatsitcalled that Chucky uses to make the doll come alive is from the movie and not mine. I got it from this site:

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A/N: Yes, this is a Chucky love story. I can't help myself, m'kay?

xOxOx

I was on one of my usual killing sprees, and I was finally staring to feel better. Ever since Tiffany left me and took Glen…Fucking ungrateful bitch. But that seems to matter a lot less when I have a knife in my hand and two dead bodies sprawled in front of me. This time it's an older man and his newest piece of meat. It makes me fucking sick that there women who will have sex with old men just for money. Then again, I wouldn't put that beneath Tiffany.

Someone screamed behind me. A high, piercing sound. Definitely a teenaged girl. Which surprised me, because I thought I was the only one left alive in the house. Oh well; all this meant was more to kill. The more the merrier, after all. I turned around.

Ok, so maybe she wasn't in her teens. Definitely not out of college, maybe still in high school, but probably not. She had green hair pulled back into a spiky bun and was wearing tight, light blue jeans. She had on an oversized shirt that had a gun on it and said My Chemical Romance in big letters. She seemed pretty decent…and what she was doing in this house with these two people I had no fucking clue.

"What the fuck!" she screamed. Then her eyes widened. "Oh my god are you Chucky?"

I stared at her. "Yeah, I am."

"Where's Tiffany?"

My eyes narrowed. "She's not fucking here."

The girl stared at me. "You killed them."

I grinned. Much better. Talking about killing is much better than talking about Tiffany. "Yeah." She continued to stare at me, not saying anything. "Well? Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna start running?"

"Uhh…Brain clog."

I have to admit, I was starting to get confused. Most people start running and screaming when they see me, not just stand there ogling. "What?"

She shook her head. "Total brain clog…Can't think."

Then she fainted. Which left me with the interesting question of what I'm going to do with her. Then I shook my own head. What the hell am I thinking? She's an easy target – passed out on the floor and all, I really couldn't ask for anything more. I walked over to her and raised my knife. She giggled. In her sleep. I stared at her.

"What the fuck…"

"Heeheehee."

I kicked her in the side. She opened her eyes and sat up, holding her stomach.

"Why the fuck did you do that?"

"Why the fuck did I do that? Maybe because I'm a sadistic serial killer. Ever think of that?" I said, in somewhat of a daze. This was not how it was supposed to be going. What the fuck was wrong with her? Was it possible that she was as insane as I was? It didn't seem likely, but then again, anything's possible. My son is a fucking pansy who thinks he's a girl half the time, so who knows.

"But…Oh, yeah. Right. That makes sense."

I was getting really confused. "Will you shut the fuck up so I can kill you?"

"That's not nice. Don't kill me. You've already killed them. Aren't you done yet?"

"Alright. What the fuck is your problem?"

She shrugs. "Hey, I'm not the one going around killing people."

She had a point there. But I wasn't about to admit that. "So, what are you doing here?"

She smirked. "Changing the topic much? But anyways, that bitch is my older sister and she dragged me along to meet her fucking fiancé. He's only, like, seventy. Well, Tony just turned seventy, but whatever. Thanks for killing her, by the way."

"Uhh…right. Anyways, I have some bodies to dispose of."

"So you're not going to kill me?"

I wasn't quite sure when I had decided not to kill her, but I guess I had somewhere along the way. But what exactly was I supposed to say? "No, sorry, you're too hot and too psychotic, I'd rather take you with me?" No, I don't think so. So I completely ignored the question and started dragging her older sister towards the nearest closet.

"Well?"

"Would you shut the fuck up? I have work to do." Onto the second body. Almost done. But then I'll have to decide what to do with her. Hmm…I wonder if there was anything else nearby to kill.

"Yeah, but I need to know if I should start running or not."

I slammed the closet door closed and leaned against it, looking at the girl. She really was very strange, in a hot sort of way. Her hair was a stranger color than mine, which I appreciated. Sort of. I was used to being the strangest person…doll…whatever, around. Besides, she was confusing the hell out of me.

"If you run, I'll have to kill you."

She stroked her chin. "Decisions, decisions. If I don't run, will you turn me into a doll and take me with you?"

I rolled my eyes, hoping that would make me seem nonchalant. Did she actually want to come with me, or was she just being sarcastic. Most people wouldn't dare say anything like that around me, either way. I did need someone to replace Tiffany…I had forgotten that killing by yourself got lonely. No one to gloat over dead bodies with.

"Yeah, why not? Have you ever killed anyone before?"

"And get sent to jail? Fuck no. But if I did go with you, can we start with my seventh grade math teacher? Please?"

What the fuck. It couldn't hurt to turn her into a doll. And hey, it might help. "Let's go find you a doll." I started walking towards the door when she stopped me.

"If you can turn me into a doll, why can't you turn yourself into a human?"

I froze. Interesting question. No reason, really. But it pissed the hell out of me that she thought of it first. Then I remembered my reasoning for why I was still a doll. "Because nobody believes you when you say that a doll killed your family."

"Oh, yeah. That makes sense. But I don't have any money."

I rolled my eyes again, this time for real. "What makes you think I can't steal one?"

"Right. Duh. Ok, let's go."

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After a bus ride spent in her backpack, we reached the local Toys R Us. I had realized along the way that I still didn't know her name, but I couldn't exactly start talking to her in the middle of a bus, so I had to wait until we got to the store. Luckily she had to go to the bathroom, and even luckier, the bathroom was empty.

"What's your name?" I asked, as she stuffed me into her backpack so I wouldn't see her.

"Nicole Merrill," she replied. "And your name is Charles Lee Ray, but everyone calls you Chucky. Obviously."

"Yeah, yeah. Rub it in."

She didn't take long in the bathroom, and we were soon in the doll aisle.

"Oh my god I haven't been here in soooo long," she squealed. Then she actually looked at the dolls. "These are so stupid. How could I have ever possibly liked Barbie's?"

I snorted. "Offensively proportioned, disgustingly preppy and unbelievably girly. What's not to like?"

"Shut up!" she hissed, apparently suddenly remembering that I was a doll. Luckily nobody heard.

I have to say, Nicole is the most indecisive person I have ever met. After the first half hour, I was poking her in the back when nobody was around. After the first hour, I was ready to scream at her to hurry the fuck up. A couple seconds before I did scream, never mind who heard, she finally picked up a doll. She was smaller than me by about six inches, but that doesn't really matter. She had straight red hair coming halfway down her back, violet eyes with black eye shadow and black lips. She was wearing black, baggy pants and a white corset.

"How do I steal her?" Nicole whispered to me.

"Go into the bathroom," I whispered back.

Once we were there and I had locked the door, I turned to her.

"I'm going to have to kill you now," I told her.

Her eyes got wide and she looked like she was about to panic. "Kill me? How? Is it gonna hurt?"

I pulled a gun out of her backpack. "I'm going to shoot you."

"Chucky, no. I'm scared."

She was, I could tell. Not like I didn't have plenty of practice. Normally I didn't care, but now I did. I would have patter her hand, but I was on the floor and she was standing up. I smiled at her. "It won't hurt, I promise. As long as you stay still and let me hit the right place."

"Should I sit down?" she asked nervously. "So you can reach?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied, even though I knew I could hit her just fine from at least twenty feet away, probably more. Like I said, plenty of practice. Nicole sat down, and I stood next to her. "Close your eyes if it'll make you feel better."

She did, and I raised the gun and put it against her temple when she jerked away. "What if something goes wrong?" she asked. "What if I don't come back?"

"You will, I promise. Just let me do this before somebody notices the bathroom's locked." Nicole closed her eyes again and I fired before she had the chance to move again. ­I turned to the doll. "Ade due damalla. Give me the power, I beg of you! Mortisma ledipacour demobilesei. Entere pourquese damalla. Awake!" Unlike with Tiffany, the doll sat up immediately.

"Chucky?" Nicole said nervously. She looked down at herself. "It worked?"

I smiled. "Yeah. Now let's get outta here."

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Somehow we managed to get out of the Toys R Us without being seen. We sat behind the building, a safe distance away from where anyone would notice us.

"Where do we go now?" Nicole asked. "What do we do?"

"Whatever the hell we want," I told her. "We're dolls – we can get away with anything because, in the minds of most people, we're impossible."

She crossed her legs and started fiddling with her many rings. "But…" She looked away from me. "Chucky, I'm scared."

This was not what I had expected. Not after she had walked in on me murdering her sister and soon-to-be brother-in-law. Not after she had talked to me like that. Not after she had wanted to turn into a doll and come with me. But hey, I guess everyone has a soft side. Mine's just on permanent vacation.

"Of what? Nothing can hurt us," I reminded her.

"Not like that. It's just…" Nicole paused. "Different, I guess." She turned towards me and smiled. "I'm fine. Let's go have fun."

xOxOx

Well, I hope you all like it so far. I tried really hard to keep Chucky in character, but this isn't exactly the kind of situation he's usually in. Lemme know if I should continue or not.