Chapter One; The Bedtime Story

Alright here is the moment that you all have been waiting for, the first part of the collection of short stories about one of 's most infamous adorable pair of friends. This is just a cute idea that came to me last night.

Mary Barclay was so very excited and didn't think that she would ever fall asleep. For tomorrow would be her birthday and she would be turning nine years old. After she finished putting on her pajamas there came a sudden knock upon her bedroom door. "Come in." she said as she quickly jumped into bed and a few moments later the doorknob turned and Chucky entered the room. "Hey kid, ready for bed?" he asked her with a grin. "Yes I am but I don't wanna go to sleep! I'm way, way, way, way, way, WAY too hyper!" she exclaimed as Chucky laughed and sat down beside her.

"Really? You're not even nine years old yet." He told her as she looked down at his hand to see a red leather book inside of it. "What's that?" she asked him. "Oh, nothing much." He answered slyly. "Come on Chucky tell me! What is it!?" she exclaimed as he laughed again. "It's a book silly." He told her. "Yeah, I know that but what's it about?" she asked him. "Oh well it's something that I wrote and I figured that I could tell it to you as a bedtime story, but seeing as you're so hyper, I don't think that you would be interested." He told her quickly with a shake of his head. "Well, maybe I am a little bit tired." She admitted as he grinned at her. "I thought so." He said as she climbed out of bed and sat on top of his lap resting her head on his chest as he opened the book and cleared his throat.

"Once upon a time there were two best friends named Mary and Charles even though everyone including her called him Chucky." He began. "That's so cool I'm part of a story!" Mary cried looking up at him with excitement as he laughed and softly kissed the top of her head before he continued on. "Anyway the two friends had wanted to go outside and play, but instead it had started to rain." He read as Mary's imagination suddenly seemed to make the storybook come alive.

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Mary heaved out a heavy sigh and groaned as she laid flat on her back on top of her bed with her feet up against the wall. "Chucky I'm bored, there's nothing to do." She said. "What are you talking about there's tons of things to do around here." He answered as he leapt up onto the bed beside her. "But it's Saturday and it's raining even though we were supposed to go play astronaut in our treehouse today!" she exclaimed. "So? When life gives you lemons make lemonade." He told her. "Are you telling me that you're thirsty again? You just had a whole can of soda downstairs." She said as he gave a little chuckle.

"It's just an expression. It means that when life doesn't quite turn out the way that you want it to, do something else instead. Like why couldn't we just play astronaut in here?" he questioned raising his arms up into the air with a shrug. "But that's impossible, the treehouse is the spaceship." She said. "So? What about your desk? We could use that instead." He said as he ran to the end of the bed and leapt down to the ground before climbing up on one of her chairs and pulling himself into it. Then he grabbed a walkie-talkie off the shelf and Mary suddenly pictured him wearing a spacesuit while he sat by the controls and spoke into it.

"This is Charles Lee Ray speaking, and we're about ready for takeoff, over." He said as Mary heard a static electricity noise on the other end of it and giggled. "Alright, alright I'm coming!" she cried as she entered the ship and sat down next to him. "Alright, let's get ready for the countdown." Chucky began as he spoke once again into the walkie-talkie and then him and Mary started counting backwards together. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one blast off!" they cried together as Chucky smacked his hand down on the button that rose the ship higher and higher into the air.

Chucky and Mary fell onto the ground. "Oops, I forgot one important detail. Seatbelts first!" Chucky exclaimed as they climbed back into their seats and strapped themselves in. "Why didn't I think of that?" Mary questioned with a groan at her own stupidity as the rocket continued to rumble in the background. Mary looked out the window while Chucky steered the ship. Earth was becoming smaller and smaller as they rose higher and higher into space. As the world shrunk inside the distance, the moon was growing larger and larger. "Almost there!" Chucky cried and then a few moments later the rumbling slowed down and quietened as they landed on the moon.

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"What did they use for the moon?" Mary asked him. "What do you think?" he asked her with a grin as she looked down beside her. "The bed." She answered proudly after she touched it. "Yep, and the two friends laughed and bounced upon it until the sun came out, and then what do you think they did?" he asked her. "They went outside." She guessed. "That's right, and this time their treehouse became a pirate ship as they searched for their hidden treasure buried inside the woods, and when they found it, they couldn't wait until it rained again so they could think up more adventures for the land of imagination. The end." He read as he shut the book.

"So, what did you think?" he asked her. "That was a great story." She answered. "Gee thanks, maybe I should take up writing professionally since it's pretty obvious that I'm gifted with it." He said with a proud grin. "Alright, now it's time for bed." He told her. "But Chucky, I'm not even,.." she began groggily before she let out a huge yawn. "sleepy." She finished. "Hm, you're pretty fuckin cute do you know that?" he questioned as set the book down on the nightstand as she curled up and cuddled inside his chest. "Alright come on Mary, you need to retract the claws and let go so I can get up." He told her as she closed her eyes and started to fall asleep.

"Mary?" he questioned before he rolled his eyes. "Ah, nuts." He muttered but smiled down at her when he saw how cute and peaceful that she looked. Chucky shrugged and leaned over to turn off the lamp. Then he threw a blanket over on top of them and kissed the top of her head before giving a large yawn himself and drifted off to sleep.