Disclaimer: I do not own anything Chucky related except my own added characters and my own story's plot.

A/N: This is a story I've really been trying hard on and so I hope you like it.

A New Beginning

Now 18 and getting ready to graduate from High School and start college, Glen felt pretty damned good. He had been anxious, unlike his twin sister, Glenda, who was also getting ready for graduation, and wished that it would come quickly so he could begin a new life of his own.

His mother was very excited as well and had been wishing Glen lots of luck, even though he wasn't going to start until a year or so after graduation. But, Glen welcomed her constant wishes of luck because he felt he needed it the most.

Gathering his confidence, Glen straightened himself up and went downstairs for a quick breakfast and a whole day of searching for the right college.

Tiffany had asked many times if he needed help, but as usual Glen told her to pay more attention to her acting career and let him handle college. She always felt that she needed to be there for him, even though he told her too many times that he was capable of leading his own life. It made Glen happy though to have such a caring mother; perhaps too caring for his liking.

As he walked into the kitchen and sat sown at the table, Tiffany, aka Jennifer, smiled at him and handed him a plate with a tower of pancakes.

"Jeez, Mum, do you really think I could eat all that?"

Tiffany laughed. "That's the serving plate, honey. Here's your plate." She handed him another plate, a bit smaller with three strips of bacon and some eggs covered with melting cheese.

What a great cook his mother was. He hated to admit it, but she had improved over time.

"You sure were working hard," Glen commented as he grabbed some pancakes.

"Well, your going to be out looking all day for college! You need a good, healthy breakfast to give you the energy to make that long of a trip!"

"I do have the ability to stop and get food," Glen said giving Tiffany a look from the corner of his eye.

Tiffany sighed and Glen thought it was because of his look and he looked down to his plate feeling bad for giving her the look in the first place. To his somewhat surprise, it wasn't because of him.

"I wish Glenda would think about going to college," Tiffany said joining Glen at the table with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands.

"This is Glenda you're talking about," Glen said pouring some milk for himself and taking a drink.

"Right, but I at least thought she'd have the brains to make something good out of her life," Tiffany replied staring into her cup and blowing on the steam as it rose.

"The only thing Glenda would do, in her terms, to make something good of her life is become an insane serial killer like Dad," Glen said.

Tiffany smiled. "I'm surprise you even speak of your father," she said now sipping at her coffee.

Glen shrugged. It really didn't bother him anymore. Chucky was pretty much gone and over with. Plus, Glen had gotten over his phobia of death to where it didn't bother him too much, but he still didn't like it. He preferred that if death was going to be involved, it would happen naturally.

"He's my father, Mum. I can't just forget about him completely, he still belongs to this family."

"I guess you're right."

"Good morning, Mates!"

Glen and Tiffany turned and watched Glenda come bouncing into the room and sit herself down at the table in a way that made Tiffany and Glen cringe. She sure knew how to disturb the peace.

"Good morning, Glenda." Tiffany pointed at the counter where a lonely plate sat. "There's your plate, all you have to do is grab it and pile your pancakes on it."

"So, Glen, what's your plans?" Glenda asked as she grabbed her plate and stuck her fork into five pancakes and threw them down on her plate.

"Hopefully something where I can solve murders," Glen said giving his sister an evil smile. He knew she hated that because she had told him that her dream career was a serial killer. He was more than sure that she was going to make that happen too.

Glenda only scowled at him.

Tiffany noticed her scowl and shot a glare at her, and just as she figured, Glenda just ignored it. Never before, in all her years of giving Glenda her glares, had Tiffany ever been able to make Glenda stop her smart ass acts. Glenda was no ordinary child, and Tiffany blamed it on Chucky. It was his genes that corrupted Glenda.

"Well," Glen said finishing his breakfast. "Time to go!" He placed his plate in the sink and went out to the entry hall where his favorite coat waited and slipped it on.

Tiffany came up behind him and gave him a bone breaking hug.

"Good luck, sweetie!"

"Thanks Mum," Glen wheezed. He never realized the power she had, it was tremendous!

"Hope you don't succeed," Glenda said walking passed them and running up stairs.

"Thanks a lot," Glen muttered. He hated her so much.

"Ignore her, sweetface, you just worry about your own things. Be glad that when you find the right college you won't have to deal with Glenda 24/7 anymore," Tiffany whispered.

Glen laughed. "No kidding. I'll see ya later," he said giving her a small hug and a kiss then taking his leave.

"You suck!" Glenda called out from her bedroom window as Glen walked to his car.

"Why? Because I can take care of myself without needing Mommy's help?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Glen looked up at her window and grinned. "I bet you that you're gonna still be living with Mum until the day you die!"

Glenda narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh yeah? I'll show you!" Glenda disappeared and Glen took that chance and quickly got into his car and drove off. It was going to be a long and tiring day, and Glen really actually wasn't ready for it just yet. But he knew he had to get away from Glenda and show that he wasn't a moocher like she was. Glenda only stayed with their mother because Tiffany was too sweet and couldn't say no when Glenda or Glen asked for some money. It made Glen feel sorry for her, he wished she was able to just tell Glenda no, or even better, kick her out of the house.

The security guard sat lazily in his chair and surveyed the semi-dark, quiet police station around him and yawned in boredom.

He wished that he had taken a better job; a security guard had no excitement to it, at least not in the five years he had been one. The only thing he got to do was break up fights that weren't even worth breaking up and stand guard at the most stupid places. Especially the place he was at now, the evidence locker room.

He didn't know why in hell the police needed a security guard like him to watch over the room, couldn't they do it themselves?

He decided to get comfortable and do what every security guard did when on the job, sleep.

He pulled his hat over his eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed. Since he felt no real threat or anything that didn't feel right, he went right to sleep without a care, but not for long.

A small chuckle woke him and he shot up with his gun immediately in hand and aimed.

"Who's there?"

It was the most ridiculous question he could ask, but it was a start.

There was absolute silence and it stayed that way for a long time until finally the guard convinced himself that he was only dreaming.

He slipped his gun back into his belt and sat back down while double checking his surroundings. All seemed well so he covered his face again and went back to sleep.

The scurry of feet across the smooth concrete floor were unheard by the guard as he fell deeper into sleep.

Through the darkness of his deep sleep, the guard heard the chuckle again and knew it was only a part of his dream that didn't seem to want to reveal itself. So, he ignored it and waited for the dream world to appear and show him the owner of the chuckle but nothing came, only the darkness remained. Soon he could hear the sound like a knife being pulled from a sheath and wanted to see it happening but nothing came about.

Even in sleep it was beginning to worry him, and that worry worsened as a sharp pain in his throat ripped into him and he knew he had to wake up.

The pain continued to get worse and worse and the guard swore that he could actually feel the warmth of his own blood streaming down his chest and he suddenly realized that what he was feeling wasn't a dream, his neck was getting sliced right there in the police station!

The guard finally came out of his sleep but was too late. He immediately faded back into the darkness of death and before he did, the faint outline of bright blue overalls and a rainbow colored turtleneck flooded his sight and what looked like a scarred up doll was staring at him with a maniacal smile on it's ugly face.

What the guard thought was the devil gave it's high pitched laugh and disappeared while the guard slipped completely into death.