-Author's Note-

This is for The Fabulous Heather! She gave me a couple great ideas for new fanfiction so yeah!

Hope you enjoy!


- A Bad Dream-


" Goodnight Dad." Glen said as he got in bed. He and Chucky had just came back from a "hunting" trip as a " boys night out". Honestly, it wasn't something that he would like to participate in again, but he was glad he was able to spend time with him. Chucky smiled down at Glen as his son slowly drifted off to sleep. He ruffled his hair and made his way to his and Tiffany's side of the attic. He's been thinking about the plan over and over again and still would come up with the same conclusion. He just cannot seem to find being human again to be that much appealing anymore. He just doesn't understand why.

" Maybe I'm just need some sleep." he thought to himself. Yeah that's it. That's absolutely it.

He sat on the edge of his side of the bed and removed his shoes, sighing as each shoe made a quiet thud once they hit the floor. Soon resting his head on the pillow and turning to his wife, whose back was facing him, Chucky began to hear something.

A whimper of some sorts.

And it was coming from Tiffany. The red haired doll raised an eyebrow at this. What could she be dreaming of that would make her cry in her sleep? How bad could it be?

He reached over and rested a hand on her shoulder. " Tiff?" he whispered as he gently turned her over. His eyes widened at her abnormally pale skin and sweat strands on her face. She looked as if she was in deep turmoil. That her very life was at stake. The sight made Chucky's heart stop. He had never seen her so scared, especially from a nightmare.

He again reached over, this time to wake his wife up, but was startled when her eyes sprung open. The two dolls stared at each other for what seemed like forever until Tiffany began to scream...LOUD.

Chucky began to panic. Jennifer Tilly could come up to the attic in any minute.

" Oh god how do I get her to stop screaming?" he asked himself. Soon, he thought of something that might work. He sat up and got a hold of Tiffany. Placing her in his lap, he rested his chin on her head. He began to rub her back, making circular motions that seemed to help calm her down. And soon, she stopped screaming. The shouts lowered to soft whimpers then ceased completely.

Chucky sighed in relief and kissed her forehead. And with that, the blonde slowly regained control of her subconscious.

" ...Chucky?" she murmured. She looked up at her husband, her eyes still a bit heavy. " ...what's going on?"

" You had some kind of...panic attack." Tiffany looked surprised. Chucky closed his eyes and sighed " You were crying in your sleep. Then when I tried to wake you, you started to scream. "

"...And you woke me up?" she asked.

" Yeah."

Chucky sat there for a bit then looked at Tiffany again. " What were you dreaming about anyway?"

Tiffany leaned into her husband's chest and closed her eyes. Chucky ran his fingers through her hair as she eventually found her voice again. " I was in a room with Glen...and you were on the other side of the door. You were breaking the door with an axe and later you got in, and..." she clenched her eyes even tighter. " you killed me with it. You struck right between the eyes." she whispered, her voice shaking.

Chucky didn't say a word and let what Tiffany said sink in. And as it did, he held her even tighter. She dreamed of him taking an axe and killing her. To be honest, he would never dream of killing her. He may have done so before, but he knew better now. " I wouldn't dream of doing that to you. I love you."

The blonde sat there, not saying a word. Listening to Chucky's heart beat, she gradually wrapped her arms around him.

"...I know."