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The scarred doll sat on Glenda's shelf, limbs expertly reapplied. The young teenager liked his presence in her room. It was comforting, strangely enough. She still couldn't place where she'd seen him before. She was certain if she had, she'd never forget a face like his. But, obviously she had. She must've been too young.
Where had her mother gotten such a doll? And why was he stashed so carelessly in the attic? So many questions. Maybe Glen knew something about the doll. For now, she had homework to complete. Questions would have to wait.
...ChUcKy...
Glen was on one of those outings he's been going on with his friends. Glenda figured she'd have to get used to it. Seemed those three boys were going to be around for a while. Fine by her.
She used her brother's absence to sneak into his room after school. She mentioned a doll with scars absently to her brother and he'd reacted immediately. He gave no other sign that he'd had any information, but Glenda didn't take his word for it. His stuttering and widened eyes said it all. But why did he remember, and not her?
Slipping into her brother's room, she was determined to find out.
...ChUcKy...
Glen sighed as Alex rambled on about tomorrow night. They were hanging out in Tony's bedroom, doing homework and playing on his PS3. Tomorrow was Friday, and he, his friends and Glenda were going to see the new horror movie.
"For your own sake," Glen cut his friend off mid-sentence, accent pronounced with each word, "I do hope you shut up around my sister. She made it clear she's not interested in you."
Alex made a 'pfft' sound, waving Glen's advice away. "I'll warm her up to me before tomorrow night's over."
Glen shook his head, but tried one more time. "I'm serious. I don't recommend getting on her bad side. Even more than you already are, that is."
"What? Because she's the school bully? That's hot! Nothing like a girl with fire!" Alex was firm in his mindset, apparently.
"Suit yourself. Don't say I didn't warn you," Glen said with a shrug.
"Alex, you have no chance," Tony joined in, once it became obvious Glen was done trying to convince their friend. "Seriously, she's rejected every offer for a date. And she beat the shit outta the last guy who tried telling the school she was lesbo."
Alex glared at Tony, annoyed at his two friends doubting his charming skills.
"Alex," Matt began, not even acknowledging the warning look he received from said friend. "Glen's sis is hot, without a doubt. But you gotta listen to him. He knows his sis. They're fucking twins!" He leveled a serious look on his stubborn friend's face. "If he says leave it, you're better off following his advice."
Fed up, Alex folded his arms over his chest. "Fuck you guys. I don't care what you say, I'm not giving up. Glenda and I will be a couple before the weekend is over."
His three friends shared a look before they shrugged. Tony got the PlayStation turned on, passing out controllers.
...ChUcKy...
Glenda stared at the photo she'd found in her brother's dresser drawer. She sat heavily on his bed as she took in the man's pealing face.
A wicked grin spread across her face as she studied the bone being revealed. A work of art.
She scanned the two next to the man and immediately spotted the doll sitting on her shelf in her room. She blinked, noting the malevolent, yet proud grin he was donning. He was also flipping the camera off.
She looked to the other person, another doll, it seemed. He-damn what a shitty looking doll!-seemed sad, looking away from the camera.
Glenda took in the picture as a whole, not really understanding what she was seeing. These dolls were positioned strangely. One, ecstatic, the other, it seemed, was ashamed. Shaking her head, she stood up to put the picture back where she found it and felt something at the bottom of the drawer just as she set the photo down.
Gripping the cool metal, she withdrew it from the drawer. It was a necklace, amulet... whatever.
She ran her fingers over the red gem, tracing the design before turning it over. There were words on it. She furrowed her eyebrows, mouthing the words before saying them aloud.
"Ade due Damballa awake," she whispered. Following the word 'awake' there was an ominous rumble of thunder and then silence. She glanced up, waiting for the signs of a storm, or rain, but it was just as quiet as before.
She shrugged, tossing the necklace back in the drawer before shutting it. Maybe the doll was an antique or something. A family thing that was collected, considering her mother's favorite doll. She left her brother's room, shutting the door and going into the kitchen for a snack.
Piling ham, turkey, and salami onto mayo covered bread with pickles and mustard, Glenda put the ingredients away before grabbing the snack, taking a bite as she made her way to her room.
Upon entering her room, she ignored the darkness as she went to her dresser, using her unoccupied hand to pull out her usual bedtime attire: a pink and black T-shirt and black shorts.
She tossed them onto her bed before grabbing her brush and tossing it onto her pile of clothes.
As she finished her snack and grabbed her clothes and brush, she entered her adjoining bathroom, unaware of the piercing, translucent blue eyes following her every move.
...ChUcKy...
Glen came home an hour later noting the silence within the house, he moved as quietly as he could to his room. Setting his backpack down, he got dressed for bed before exiting his room to see what there was to eat.
Bypassing his sister's door, he could hear the clicking of her computer keys. He smiled, awesome. He enjoyed talking to Glenda before going to bed. She was the most talkative with him and their mother. If she's in a decent mood. Hurrying to scrounge some leftovers together, he warmed it in the microwave before grabbing it and walking to his sister's room.
He knocked twice.
He smiled at hearing her sigh of annoyance. "Come in..."
Entering the dark room, the only light source being the computer screen, Glen sat himself on her bed.
Icy blue eyes watched the two teens from where he sat on a shelf.
"What do you want, Glen?" Glenda asked, still typing away.
Glen?
Glen busied himself with a heaping spoonful of his food, chewing and swallowing before he responded. The accent was a huge alarm of recognition for the doll listening in.
"Just came to hang out like usual," he replied before taking another bite.
Chucky studied the teens, not listening to their conversation. It couldn't be... his kids? Based on how they looked, it had to have been about seventeen years, maybe sixteen.
Glen looked a hell of a lot better as a human, Chucky noticed, resisting the urge to snort out a laugh. His son had wavy red hair that framed his face and stopped at the back of his neck. It was hard to tell if he had blue or green eyes.
Glenda. Chucky looked to her. He studied her with new interest, knowing she was his daughter. He didn't have the chance to interact with her when he'd done so with Glen because he'd only had a son. He had been so opposed to the idea of a daughter. Women were so difficult to live with, he rolled his eyes at the fact.
She was slim, built similar to Tiffany's previous human body, but not fully developed. The twins stood at five feet five inches.
Glenda had thick, curly hair that fell down her back, inches short of her waist. Chucky couldn't figure how she handled it. Just looking at it annoyed him. But, she was beautiful. She looked more like him, and he got an air of violence from her. It seemed her natural personality was violent. She did everything with more aggression than necessary. Even the way she ate and stabbed at her keyboard was aggressive.
Glenda stopped typing, clicked a few things with her mouse before shutting her computer down. She clicked on a small lamp before it got too dark to see her twin. She turned her chair to see her brother, stretching before grabbing her hair in both hands at her neck. She proceeded to braid it.
"Your dumb friend still thinks he has a chance," she stated, summing up her brother's words.
"Yeah," Glen nodded, his plate empty on his lap. "But I just wanted to make sure you don't do anything... drastic."
Tying the end of the braid, Glenda slapped her hands onto her exposed thighs. "If he puts his hands on me, he's as good as dead. You know that, Glen."
Chucky stared hard at his daughter. A sick sensation of both excitement and awe swept over him at the brutal honesty on her face. She really would kill the boy they were talking about.
"Unfortunately," Glen sighed. He nodded after a moment. "If I keep him in check, you won't do anything?"
Glenda shrugged, standing from her chair. "Whatever."
Chucky almost laughed aloud. Damn, his daughter was something else! He was already proud!
Glen followed her example, standing as well. "Alright. I'm off to bed. Goodnight, sis." Glenda sat on her bed, watching him leave. The door closed, she lay back.
She heaved out a long breath before sitting up once more. She looked over to where the doll sat. She stood, going to the shelf and picking the doll from where he sat. She touched the hair, scars and hands. The eyes looked lighter, as light as she could tell in the dark room. But the glow was definitely different from before.
She felt as though he was looking back. But he was as still as usual. She shook her head, setting him back onto the shelf. Why was she thinking he was alive? Just because of some stupid pose in a picture. She turned the lamp off.
Ice blue eyes watched her lay in her bed, cover up and settle in. The same eyes slowly looked to the only other doll in the room, an evil grin forming on his scarred face.
