*Chapter 1: Humbug!*
It's Christmas Eve in the morning, and everyone in the city was so busy. Making dinners, wrapping gifts, and spend time with their families. But, there is one family that are not like the others, and a member of it, isn't into a holiday spirit...
The Ray Family. Tiffany is the wife of the killer doll, Chucky. The twins, Glen and Glenda. The Ray Family are hiding from the humans and live in the old apartment building across town. Tiffany is in the living room reading a book on the chair while the twins are outside playing in the snow since there no humans in sight to catch them alive. The doll's emerald eyes narrowed to the little tree with three gifts. But that's not enough. Chucky didn't get her anything... He's been out to "hunt" a lot than focusing on the family and get his own wife and kids something for Christmas.
"Oh boy. I'm the only member of the family who got the presents for the family." Tiffany sighed. "Glen and Glenda couldn't go out, but...Chucky didn't even get gifts for them and for me..." She lowered her hand on her stomach with a sad look in her eyes. "I'm going to have a talk with him when he comes home."
The door opened and Chucky came in with snow in his messy red/orange hair. He shook it off of him and look at Tiffany who didn't make an eye contact with him. Her eyes are glued to the book she was reading.
"What's wrong with you, Tiff?" He asked.
"Nothing, Chucky. Nothing at all." Tiffany replied. "So, how was your day?"
"Peachy." Chucky said. "It's so damn cold out, and no target to kill. And hey, it's Christmas Eve, and people are indoors to be warm by the fire, and be with their stupid families." Tiffany shuts the book and glared at her husband. "What's the matter?" Chucky asked.
"Chucky, it's Christmas Eve, and you didn't even go out and presents for your kids, or for me! Look under the tree, dammit!" She snapped. "Three presents from me! I've been working my ass off to sneak in the stores when they are closed to get you and the kids something!" Chucky watched her go crazy in silent. "And what do you do, Chucky? You always go out and hunt! I thought you were lying to me by getting us presents! But, no! You didn't! Are we not important to you, Chucky? Aren't we?" Tiffany asked.
"What? Of course you and the kids are important to me, Tiff!" Chucky replied. "But, you don't have to be a bitch about Christmas gifts. We're dolls! Not humans!"
"I don't care what we are!" Tiffany yelled. "Our kids wanted to spend time with the holiday! Even Glen wanted to!"
"Dammit, Tiffany! You're overreacting!" Chucky snapped. "You're acting like a baby! I don't know how to spend Christmas like this when you start an argument about this shit! It's not my fault that I'm trapped in this damn body! Maybe you shouldn't have sewn me up and bring me back in the first place and none of this shouldn't happen!" Tiffany looked at him in shock. Did he really mean that? Tiffany turned away and crossed her arms. Chucky sighed a bit. "Tiffany, look, I didn't mean to give you crap, but-"
"Shut up." Tiffany said. "I've heard enough." She turned back to face him. "Chucky, what you said really breaks my heart. And...I don't want you to break it more. You're ruining this family. And our Christmas..." Chucky didn't say a word to her. Tiffany held her stomach, looking at Chucky. "I was going to tell you tomorrow for Christmas, but now, I think you should know the news now." She said.
"What news?" Chucky asked.
"Chucky...I'm pregnant." Tiffany replied. Chucky's eyes grow wide in shock, and his jaw dropped to the floor. He could've sworn he felt his heart stop for a minute after hearing the news from his wife.
"You're...having a baby? A third one?" Chucky asked. "That's...that's...great?"
"Yes. It's great, but..." Tiffany stopped for a moment and turned away. Her hands over her face, sobbing quietly. Tiffany shuts her eyes, and tears fell. Chucky hated to see her cry, or hear her cry. Still, he is surprised about the news from Tiffany. Having another baby doll. Just as Tiffany wiped her face and eyes, she looked at her husband. "Chucky, I want you to leave. Right now. I can't stand seeing you..." She said. Chucky blinked in shock. What does she mean by that? Their marriage is ending? Chucky turned around and went out the door to get back outside. He stood outside in the snow with a look.
"...Humbug." He muttered. He left the building and he doesn't know where else to go, but there is a place. His former witch doctor's place. He may have killed Dr. Death, but Chucky had to stay one night at his apartment since it's empty. No one lives there anymore. Glen and Glenda watched their father leaving the property. They have heard yelling from them.
"What do you think happened?" Glen asks. "Did they...get a divorce?"
"...I don't know, but...I hope dad will feel bad about whatever he and mom were fighting about. Happens all the time, Glen." Glenda replied. Glen looked up at the building in worry. His mother would be crying by now.
