Friends till' the end

My first Chucky fic. I'm a new fan so Chucky will probably seem OOC. Please be kind. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Reads and reviews are also appreciated.

He didn't know why he couldn't kill her. For fuck's sake, it would've been so easy. She had only been four when he met her. Typically cute, but so far from innocent it made him smile. When he'd snuck into her room, the walls were decorated with drawings of decapitated stick figures and houses on fire. So when he looked into the bed and saw a tiny girl, he was more than a little pleased. He'd still been tempted to kill her, but something stopped him.

She was sleeping with her arms around a scarred, button-eyed rag doll with a shock of red hair. He dropped his knife and pulled the doll from her arms. It looked almost exactly like him, but instead of "good guys" written on his overalls, "Chucky" had been written on a scrap of paper in red crayon, and stapled to the doll's chest.

The girl opened her eyes and looked at him curiously.

"Chucky? Is it really you?" She said it with a childlike innocence, so free of fear that it surprised him. He stared at her. She grinned and threw her arms around his neck.

"You came! You came to see me! Did you get my letters?"

Letters? He went to answer but she beat him to it.

"Everyone said you weren't real, and that even if you were, you'd never be my friend, but I told them you would. I told them. Mum said I was scaring her, and that I needed to stop with all this Chucky stuff, coz it wasn't healthy. She took away my posters, and my movies, and my action figures of you and Tiff, and this ragdoll grandma helped me make, but I stole that back."

"Uh, listen, kid, I think there's been a misunderstanding."

She pulled away from him and looked him in the eye.

"…You didn't get my letters did you? Must've got the address wrong. You're just here to kill me, aren't you?"

Still she showed no fear, just slight disappointment. He found that it broke his heart a little.

He climbed off the bed and retrieved his knife.

"I'm not gonna kill you." He said finally. He eyes widened.

"No?"

"Nah. I think I'll hang around for a while." Her grin returned.

"Really?"

"Sure. Why not? What's your name, kid?"

"Elizabeth. But the kids at my pre-school call me Lizzie." She ran a finger down the scar below his eye, "Tiff did a good job."

He smiled cynically, "Fan of hers?"

"She's cool. I like you more though."

"Write any letters to Tiff?"

"Nope. She'd be too busy anyhow. With the twins and everything."

"Aren't you a little young to be watching my movies?"

"Mum has a lot of movies. She doesn't care what I watch while she's out." Lizzie rubbed her eyes tiredly, "Are you only gonna stay till I fall asleep? Or are you gonna stay for good?"

He pushed the imposter doll off of Lizzie's bed and lay down next to her. She reached for the knife in his hand, and he tensed for a moment, but let her take it. She put it on the bedside table, just out of his each, and wrapped her arms around him. She was asleep in minutes.