Disclaimer: None of the original characters belong to me, but Veronica is my creation.
Tiffany Ray lied in her bed, staring up at her ceiling in a trance. She listened to her radio going on and on. She wanted so much to turn it off, but she found that she didn't have enough energy to do much of anything. Her body was aching from trying to put Jennifer's body back into shape. Yes, Jennifer was lovely the way she was, but Tiffany preferred to be skinnier, that way she could get some more meaningful rolls as an actress. She had to be a good role model for her kids, Glen and Glenda.
I've been sittin' in the dirt (for 24 hours)
I've forgotten my own worth (24 hours)
Glen knocked, but got no answer from his mother. He eased her room door open. He saw his mother lying in bed with her eyes wide open. "Mum?"
"Yes, Glen?" Tiffany managed to say weakly, with a low tone in her voice.
"Fourteen years it's been, Mum." Glen whispered, sadly. "You know, even if he was a jerk, he was still my dad."
Tiffany sat up on her bed, finally. She looked at her son with a look of understanding. She motioned him over, and gave him a hug and kiss on a forehead. "I know you miss him, Glen, but you did what needed to be done. And you made me a better person. I was a cold, heartless killer before you came along, and now I'm the person I've always wanted to be. Literally." She gave him another kiss on his forehead. "You are a blessing."
"Can't we at least take Dad's body out of the basement today, and let him sit by your doll body?" Glen asked, with his blue eyes pleading.
Said that you'd be here last night
"Well, I don't know, sweetface." Tiffany said, her voice getting higher. She sighed and replied, "Okay, go get him."
Glen smiled and ran into the attic. He searched around for his father's doll body. Tiffany arose slowly and went to go help her son search for his father. "Found him!" Glen exclaimed, handing Chucky to Tiffany. "I'll go put him next to you, Mum." He ran downstairs and put Chucky by the Tiffany doll. Glen suddenly frowned, sighing, "I wish you alive sometimes, Dad. I really do. Mum misses you. I miss you." The Chucky doll just wore a smile on his face. Even if his arms, legs, and head were sewed back on, he still wouldn't come back without the chant. And, Tiffany, nor Glen, was willing to unleash all sorts of mayhem again.
I'm trying to shake you from my skin (for 48 hours)
Clean up this mess I've been put in (for 48 hours)
Glenda descended from the stairs wearing a black T-shirt and pair blue-jeans. "Hey, Glen. I was just heading out to the mall with some friends. You wanna join us?"
Glen glanced at his sister. "No, thanks."
Glenda smiled at her twin brother. "C'mon. Veronica will be there."
The red-haired boy blushed a crimson red. "Oh, that's cool, I guess."
"Stop acting like you don't like her, okay? I know for a fact she likes you, too. Just ask her out already," Glenda said, sounding annoyed. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "That's her." She pushed Glen towards the door. "Why don't you go and answer it? I have to go look for something in my room."
"Wait! No, Glenda!" Glen shouted, as his sister ran upstairs. He coughed on his hand, trying to check his breath. He finally went to answer the door. He saw a beautiful, blond sight. "Hey, Veronica. Come in."
"Hi, Glen," she said, fluttering his eyelashes. "Where's your sister?"
"Oh, she's just getting something. She'll be down in a second," he retorted.
"So, um, I was wondering if you want to go to the mall with us today." Veronica said, nervously. "Well?"
"I'd like that. Just let me go get Glenda and we'll head out." Glen said, with his blue eyes going wide. "Glenda!" He ran upstairs.
Veronica took a step in the house, figuring that the two would be awhile. A creepy sight caught her eyes: the Chucky doll. She walked over to it and looked at it amazement. She noticed the amulet around his neck, and took it in her hands. "Ade Due Damalla. Awake!" Veronica giggled, turning away. "I want a doll like that."
Glenda and Glen came down the stairs. "Let's go."
Tiffany sat on her couch to watch some TV. She looked over at the Chucky doll, who was still sitting on the shelf. She got up and kept her eyes glued to him. The black-haired woman frowned. "What are you staring at, huh? You did it to yourself, Chucky. If you had just transferred your soul into Stan's maybe you'd still be alive. Believe me, Chucky, I hate you so much. There's not a day that's gone by where I haven't thought about you, but I doubt you care, you little bastard. You never cared about me, or Glen." Tiffany glanced down and then back up. She hit the doll in the stomach. "What am I doing? You're dead. Why would you care if I hated you or not?"
I can't have anything thing I want
She shook her head, going back to the couch. Tiffany lied down as tears threatened to seep out of her eyes. Her raven-black hair scattered all over the purple pillow that she put her head on. She felt like a fool for letting herself feel this way over Chucky, her jerk of a dead husband. She heard a loud clump come from behind her. She sat up on the couch, looking over at the shelf. The doll was missing. "Oh, no." She grabbed the television remote, hoping she could just beat him to death if he tried anything. "Okay! Where are you? I know you're here! Show yourself! Chucky!"
"Look for me!"A familiar voice yelled. Tiffany felt a sharp pain in her ankle. She fell off the couch, screaming.
"You."
"Hello, Tiffany." Hate and anger gleamed in her light blue eyes. He gripped his ax in his hands firmly. "Wanna play?"
Tears stained her brown eyes, thinking that this was it; he was going to kill her. Her lips quivered as she tried crawling away from him. "Please, just get it over with!" she screamed. "Please?"
They say I'm just too young
But it's not my fault
Chucky chuckled viscously. "Now, when have you ever known me to do that? C'mon, Tiff. I just don't get it over with. I want to make you suffer."
She stopped trying to get away from him. "If you hurt my children, I swear I will haunt you until you're dead, again."
He threw down his ax, and just stared at her. There was a long pause until he finally managed to get out, "Dammit, Tiff! I'm not going to kill you!"
I'll find my own home if I gotta
I'll make it all alone
"What? Why?" she asked.
"Because I have better things to do. That's why. Now that I'm back, I'm sure I can find more ways to torture you and Glen." The doll answered.
"You wouldn't dare. He's your son-"
"And I'm his father! I know, Tiffany. I'm kidding. Where is Glen?" Chucky asked, looking around.
"He's out with Glenda and Veronica." She answered, getting up slowly. Tears trickled down her cheeks and on to the wooden floor. "Why-why are you here? How?"
"Some kid said the stupid chant, and now I'm back!" Chucky exclaimed.
I'm not so trustful with my friends
I'm on the road alone again
"Veronica," Tiffany said under her breath.
"You don't look so happy to see me." Chucky glared up at her, picking up his ax.
"I'm not. You want revenge, don't you? I'm not going to let you hurt him, Chucky. You've already done that too much. I'll kill you before you the chance." Her heart pounded rapidly inside her chest.
I'm guess I'm tired of giving in
"I already told you that I don't want to hurt the kid, Tiff! He's my son, after all. How horrible do you think I am?" Chucky inquired. Seeing that she was about the answer, he said, "Rhetorical."
"Just go away, Chucky? I can't let you harm Glen, physically or emotionally." Chucky sighed at her words. Tiffany could see that she was wounding her husband with the things she was saying. She swallowed a small gulp. "Chucky…"
"Alright already! I get it! I suck! You hate my guts! But, let me at least see my son." Tiffany gasped at his request, her eyes becoming soft. "I know that's hard to believe, Tiff, but I want to see him. I haven't seen him since you- you know- kill me. More importantly, I just want to start over this whole family thing. What do you say? Me and you. Glen and me. Maybe, I can even get to know Glenda as my daughter."
I'm sick of wishing you were near
You've gone your way, you've made it clear
"Chucky, how can I trust you, again? You killed me, and suddenly you don't want your revenge on Glen for killing you? That's not the Chucky I've always known." Tiffany stated, sitting on the couch. Chucky climbed and sat next to her.
"Tiffany, if I wanted to kill you by now, I would have done it already," he replied. "Don't you get it by now? I love you, Tiffany. I always have and I always will. Nothing can change that. Not a human body, not a doll body, not a burnt up body, not death, and the list goes on and on. Nothing could stop me from loving you, Tiffany. I wouldn't have married you if that weren't true. When said that you didn't want to be with me, I swear to you, my heart broke. I didn't know what to do. I was angry, I guess. Then you said that you were just going to take Glen with you. I never realized that you could take away everything that I loved so much just so easily. I was pissed. Could you blame me? To quite honest, I don't think I could live without the either of you in my life. I know I should have told you along time ago about the way I felt, but I was afraid that you would be thinking that I was going soft. Then, it was too late, and now I'm telling you." Chucky's speech only made Tiffany cry more. She had never known that he capable of feeling more like a human rather than a psycho killer.
Why do I feel you everywhere?
Why do I feel this everywhere?
Flashback
"You started it!" He yelled at her loudly.
Tiffany tried to say that she didn't while trying to throw out another insult, but she was cut off when she was suddenly kicked into the oven.
"No!" Chucky screamed at the top of his lungs, shooting Jade in the arm. His voice was so hurt, but still so tough. Chucky would make Jade feel the same kind of heart wrenching pain. But, who would help Chucky accomplish such a thing. Who else, but Jesse? He would shoot Jesse somewhere where he could damage the body enough to make it seem like he was dying. But, Jade would pay. She would pay dearly. Chucky lost Tiffany: the love his life. She was dead and there was no bringing her back unless he had the Heart of Damalla, but was she really dead…? After all, he hadn't died when he had been burned the crisp by Andy.
End of Flashback
I can't have anything I want
They say I'm just too young
But it's not my fault
I'll find my own way home if I gotta
I'll make it all alone if I gotta
Tiffany shook her head in disbelief in Chucky's words. Her heart ached for him while her stomach churned. "You hurt me."
"I know I did, and I will never forgive myself. If I hadn't betrayed your trust, maybe you'd still love me." Chucky wondered aloud, kicking his shoes together.
I don't want to spend my life
Watching the world go by
I think I'd rather die.
"I never stopped. I never stopped loving you." Tiffany confessed softly. She grinned at Chucky. "But, Glen, he wouldn't ever want to kill people. It's just not in his nature. He wants to help people instead."
Chucky shook her head. "He's just a kid. He'll learn, but c'mon, Tiffany, what do you say? Will you give me another chance?"
And I don't got a plan
Don't wanna justify
To stay where I stand
Something I won't deny
"I'm not going to being a doll," the woman said firmly.
The doll nodded, "Then, we're just going to have to find me another body."
Tiffany smiled widely. "Oh, Chucky!" She flung her arms around his small body.
I can't have anything I want
They say I'm just too young
But it's not my fault
I'll find my own way home if I gotta
I'll make it all alone
I can't have anything I want
They say I'm just too young
But it's not my fault
I'll find my own way if I gotta
I'll make it all alone
"I love you, Tiffany," Chucky told her.
24 hours
24 hours
"I love you, too, Chucky," she replied.
The door bell rang.
24 hours
24 hours
"Who's that?" Chucky asked.
"You're new body," Tiffany said, smiling wickedly.
24 hours…
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