This is the Life
Chapter 2-LET'S TALK-
Chucky looked around the living room as he sits in one of Tiffany's many decorated couches. She was always into decorating even when they were teens living in a dank old trailer. Pictures of the two together were on the walls. Paintings he had done in the past were in frames around the house. A small smile slowly appeared on his face as he went down memory lane. Tiffany, at the moment, was in the kitchen getting them drinks. She looked more than surprised to see him, especially so soon.
' You really know how to surprise a girl.' she said before letting him into her home.
" Okay I got the drinks!" Chucky snapped out of his daze. He turned to see Tiffany walking into the room with two glasses.
" I hope you still like whiskey." She said, handing him his drink.
" You know I do." He took a sip. Tiffany sat in the chair across from him and set her drink on the coffee table in front of her. Saying the silence was awkward would be an understatement. They were both studying each other. As was said before, Tiffany looked gorgeous. Her gothic makeup was on as usual. Her dyed, blonde hair, pulled back in a high bun. A tight black tank top and jeans adorned her body.
" I haven't seen you in so long." She said smiling, " How've you been?"
" Peachy", he said setting his drink down, " but between you and me, I've been kind of out of it."
" I see." she laughed. Her smile somewhat faltered as she glanced at Chucky's reddish scars.
" Tiff?"
" Yeah?"
The red head looked up from his hands. " Look, I'm sorry that we haven't been in touch. It was shitty of me to not even think about calling you the moment something was up. I tried to find you the moment I got enough money to come home, but you weren't there, you weren't ANYWHERE. Where were you?"
" I should be asking you the same thing." Tiffany said cynically.
" Well I asked first so spill." They both smirked at each other. Chucky missed Tiffany so much. He missed the way they talked to each other, their banter. It reminded him of the good old days. The blonde leaned back into her chair and eyed the doll. She honestly couldn't believe she was talking to him.
" At first, when I found out you died, I was devastated. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. EVERYTHING I saw reminded me of you. So I grabbed all of my shit and left. I just... couldn't stand living there anymore. I guess by the time you started the movie thing, I kind of went off the radar. I didn't want anyone to find me...especially the cops."
There was another silence between them.
" Look Chucky, what I'm trying to say is...I miss you and I kind of want us to get back together. And I hope our little, " she gestures towards him and her, " differences don't really make it hard, you know."
More silence. Chucky got up, slowly walked over to his old flame, and sat next to her. She looked down to notice their finger tips touching. She then looked back at her companion. She never realized how human he looked. How life like he looked. But something she also noticed was that even though he's not in his old body, his eyes never changed. They're still the same icy blue she knew and loved. His eyes haven't changed, HE hasn't changed.
Chucky knew she was in a daze. He smirked knowing that even in this body, he still had that effect on her. His smirk grew even wider as he leaned into towards her. Their faces were so close. Their lips mere centimeters apart. He then leaned even closer.
" Tiffany...Deliliah...Valentine," He can hear her heart beating in her chest. He leaned back to look her in the eyes. " Do you think I would travel across the fucking country to see you if I didn't want to be with you. Me being in this body ain't gonna stop me."
And before she knew it, Chucky held her face in his hands, and his lips touched hers.
It was a small kiss. Simple and sweet, but even that had so much feeling. When Chucky had broken the kiss, he opened his eyes to see Tiffany with her eyes still closed and with tears cascading down her cheeks. He sighed and smiled. He chuckled a bit before wiping the tears away while cupping her face.
" Aw Tiff. Always such a drama queen." He said, wiping the last tear.
" Shut up, you asshole." This made Chucky laugh more. Soon the house filled with both of their laughter. Once their laughter died down, Tiffany lifted Chucky into her arms. " Now that that's out of the way, you want a tour of the house?"
Chucky was kind of taken back. " Tiff, I can walk." His face turned a light shade of red. Tiffany noticed this, but kept him within her grasp.
" I know, but by the looks of those scars, you're probably really sore. How'd you get them?" She left the living room and started down the hallway.
" It was an accident on set. I got kind of cut up by some fan blades while filming a scene for the third film. I nearly died. I was in the hospital for months. I even missed the premiere of the damn movie. And to make it worse, the movie wasn't even that good."
" Come on Chucky, the movie wasn't that bad."
" You watched it?"
" I watched all of them, sweet face."
Hearing that put a somewhat smile to his face. After Tiffany had shown him most of the house, there was one room left. The room was big. Painted a dark blue, the room looked like it a scene from a painting. There was a queen sized bed on the center of the room. And surrounding the bed, were countless dolls.
" And this is my room!"
" I like it." Chucky nodded. Tiffany walked inside and set him down on the bed. He ran his fingers across the soft comforter and soon was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling with his girl next to him. He turned to her.
" Tiff."
She turned to face him, giving him her full attention.
" I plan on staying here for about a week. You mind if I crash here instead of having to go back and forth from my hotel to your house?"
The blonde bit her lip and smiled before shaking her head. " No, I don't min-
Chucky's lips were again against hers, but harder and filled with more passion. He smirked when he heard her sigh, content with the current situation.
" I missed you so much." he said against her lips before kissing her again. He pulled away and let their foreheads touched.
" Chucky?"
" Yeah babe?"
She blushed at the pet name. " Um...don't you have to get your bags from your hotel room?"
" Aw shit you're right."
Silence
"..."
" I don't feel like getting up though." he said as Tiffany wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. " I'll get them later."
She smirked before closing her eyes." I'm tired."
" Then take a nap. I'm not going anywhere."
Chucky was telling the truth. He wasn't going anywhere. The bed is way too soft and comfortable, and having Tiffany next to him in bed made leaving the bed very unappealing. So he allowed his eyes to shut and he slowly drifted off to sleep.
2:52 a.m
CRASH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BOOM!
Blue eyes shot open, filled with worry. Chucky's body lurched from his lying position. Tiffany wasn't there by his side and the house was awfully quiet. Chucky got out of bed and brandishes the switch blade he kept in his back pocket. He crept out of Tiffany's bedroom into the hallway. His breaths getting shorter by the second. He noticed that one of the doors were open and slowly made his way to it.
" Come on! Come on! Open up, you piece of shit!"
' The fuck?" Chucky said under his breath. That wasn't Tiffany's voice. He peeked inside. There stood a tall figure trying to break into a jewelry box. Feeling his blood boil, he decided to let himself be known.
" Hey!" He yelled angrily. The tall man jumped. Chucky's deep, booming voice scared him. The man turned around and his eyes grew wide. Never would have expected to see something so small look so malicious. So terrifying. SO intimidating. The doll's eyes glowed with ferocity. " What are y-"
Shing The blade in Chucky's hand emerged from its holder. " What...the FUCK...are you doing here?"
The man didn't speak.
" What did you do to my girlfriend?"
The man still didn't speak. Chucky threw the knife and in two seconds flat the blade embedded itself in the man's left thigh. The man screamed as he dropped to the floor in pain. Chucky ran over to him, ripped the knife out, and put it against his throat. " Why are you here?" he bellowed as he added pressure to the knife, puncturing the skin, and causing blood to secrete from the wound. The man began to make choking sounds as he bled more.
" No, let me guess. You're some asshole who decided to break into someone's home and steal everything they've got, right?"
The man didn't speak. The blood began to pool around his head, but Chucky didn't care.
" Well let me tell you." He leaned in. Tears welled up in the man's eyes.
"...You picked the wrong house." Chucky whispered before slitting the man's throat from ear to ear. He took immense satisfaction in watching the life escape fade from his eyes.
" Now I need to find Tiffany. She's got to be around here somewhere." he said leaving the room. He started to check all of the rooms, but he couldn't find her anywhere. Soon, he was starting to feel something. He started to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time: fear.
" TIFFANY!" he yelled. He ran into the living room. Again empty. He ran into the kitchen. " TIFFANY! TI...oh no."
He found Tiffany.
There she was lying face first in a pool of her own blood. Glass shards surrounded her still body. " TIFFANY!" he ran over to her, kicking the glass shards away from her. Kneeling next her, he turned her over. Blood was leaking from a gun shot wound in her abdomen and it look to have gone through her.
" No...no" Chucky whispered as tears fell from his eyes. " Tiffany...Tiffany...wake up." He began to shake her. " Come on baby! Wake up!" He began to cry louder when Tiffany's face turned an ashen grey. His head began to ache as he continued to cry. " This can't happen." he wept.
He stood up " Not now." He ran to Tiffany's room. He grabbed the best looking doll and ran back to his girlfriend's lifeless body. He set it down next to her and knelt between them.
" Not ever." he said kissing Tiffany's forehead before slowly lifting both of his hands. ' This better work.' he thought aloud before barely whispering a well known chant.
'...Ade due damballa...give me the power I beg of you' he lowered his hands and balled them into fists, but continued.
' Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte' He shut his eyes ' Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette.' He could hear the thunder and lightning outside. The chant was almost done.
' Endenlieu pour de noisette damballa. Endenlieu pour de noisette damballa. Endenlieu pour de noisette damballa...' He stopped and looked at Tiffany. He shook his head. ' I can't stop now.'
'Endenlieu pour de noisette damballa...'
The chant was done. The storm had died down. Chucky sighed before getting up, lifting up the doll, and walking to Tiffany's room where he laid it on her bed. He scooted a chair next to the bed and sat down. " Okay..."
" Now all there is do is wait."
-10:50 a.m.
" ...Chucky..."
Hearing his name, the red head woke up in an instant.
There, smiling at him, was Tiffany in her new body. The doll's hair was a rich black, skin was pale, and her eyes were a stunning, peridot green. In a matter of seconds, Chucky was on top of her with his arms wrapped around her. She laughed softly as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. They stayed like that for a few moments before looking at each other. Tiffany looked at Chucky up and down before raising her eyebrow.
" Did you get taller or is it just me?" She jokingly asked.
"...hehe" he began to laugh. Soon he laughed harder than he has ever laughed in his whole life, but after a while the laughing turned into sobbing as Chucky laid his head back down. Tiffany returned the embrace, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek as he calmed down. Running her fingers through his thick, red hair as his breathing returned to normal.
" Are you okay?" She asked.
"...yeah, I'm okay." he replied.
" Thank you...for saving me."
" Don't mention it."
Tiffany laughed. " You know we're going to have to get rid of the bodies, right?"
"...shit you're right. You're always right. I'm getting up." Chucky said getting out of bed. Tiffany tried to leave the bed as well, but Chucky protested. " No. You stay here. I got this. Then after that, I'll take you out. Sounds good?"
Tiffany nodded. " Wait Chucky can you come here?"
He moved to Tiffany's side of the bed, " Yeah?"
She grabs his face, brings him close, and kisses him. Chucky kisses her back, gripping her shoulders. Their lips seem to move in a rhythm only they knew.
" I love you." She said between kisses.
" I love you too."
-Author's Note-
Chucky and Tiffany got back together and are both dolls, but don't get too comfortable. The story doesn't end here. This..THIS is only the BEGINNING!
Anyway I'll try to upload the next chapter soon since it's summer vacation.
So stay tuned ( wow I haven't said this in a while) and READ AND REVIEW!