Hope you liked the previous chapter, here's the next one:
"Y…y…you're a…alive!" Valerie was shocked, no, she was terrified! Nearly scared to death! She couldn't stop gaping and her eyes were wide upon, even when they begged her to blink because of the dryness, she didn't manage to shut them! He was staring back at her, and a sound from his throat could be heard; a throaty and creepy chuckle that soon was let out of his mouth. He was laughing hysterically and she forgot how he had frightened her for a moment.
"What is it?!"
"You should have seen your pretty little face, princess!" The doll spat when the laughter after a while died out.
"Okay I don't care who, or what you are, and who gave you to me," Valerie said and pointed at him with the only thing that maybe could be used as some kind of a weapon; a pink hair straightener, of all things!
"But I want you to leave this apartment RIGHT NOW! Just go now, or I will call the police, and I'll…I'll…" she did not know what to say!
"What?" Chucky asked and smiled wickedly. "What will you do, princess, after you've called the police? Straight my hair?" He laughed at her again; it was creepy to listen to it.
"Shut your mouth and go!" Valerie had found some strength within and now she walked over to him and picked him up – she didn't understand how she dared, but she guessed she was a little mad at the moment. She carried him downstairs and to the front door, and then she threw him out. She locked the door and breathed out, and sat down in the couch with her head leaned backward, face flaming. Her limps were half dried, but she didn't want to go upstairs to fetch some clothes, and she was definitely not going to finish washing herself! She was too shocked to do anything normal right now. It wasn't before she heard infernal barking, that she stood up and rushed over to the window. The doll was still there! And now two black, wild dogs from the nearby street had come too, circling around the now not so very confident ginger! He truly was in trouble, 'cause she could see he had nothing to protect himself with. Hmmm, why hadn't that demonic thing stolen one of her kitchen knives yet? He sure looked like a killer!
"Oh well," Valerie said to herself after a while. "The dogs will finish him off for me! That's just perfect, 'cause I don't wanna see him again!" She walked over to the stairs, but stopped and looked back. One of the beasty animals was gnarling loudly, biting his tiny leg. She could almost hear the sound of clothes that was being ripped and torn. She couldn't see his face, but she could tell he was quite nervous. He was stiff and his small hand was the only thing he could use to protect himself with as the other dog tried to bite his face.
Well, Valerie did NOT like the doll, but she wasn't a bad person, so without thinking she grabbed a baseball bat from behind the shoe rack and ran outside.
"Let go of him!" She yelled and swung the bat in the air, pretending that she was going to hit them, (she never harmed animals).
"Go away!" And as they backed off, she jumped forward and caught Chucky in her arms, and then she ran back inside, panting quickly.
"I thought you never would come!" The doll shouted at her, angry in such a cute way that she had to hide her smile.
"Look what they did to me! That fucking animal bit my chin!"
"Yeah, I can see that," Valerie said dryly. "It matches the other scars."
"You don't wanna make me angrier," the doll replied darkly.
"Okay, okay! Sorry, Chucky," Valerie said and sat down on the floor to get in the same eye level as him, he was standing in his full height.
"Are you alright?"
"The beast could have ripped me apart, bitch!"
"So no?"
Chucky glared back at her without answering.
"Come with me, doll, I'll take you to my room," she said and picked him up, making him less angry.
"So…pretty little princess…what will you do to me in your…room?" He purred with a husky voice by her ear. Valerie met his eyes and couldn't help but blush when he began moving his orange brows up and down in a seductive way. "I would like to see you in that white underwear again. You really owe me one, princess."
"I owe you nothing, and stop calling me princess!" She walked inside her room and tossed him on the bed.
"What's your name then?"
"It's Valerie. Valerie Rose Hazey," she replied softly without looking at him.
"Pretty," he sneered. "Sound like a British lady or somethin'!"
"Oh hush, and don't look at me," she answered and rolled her eyes.
"Why?"
"I need to change, doll, can't you see I'm only wearing a towel?"
"Oh but I thought we were going to have some…fun?" He said and patted the bed in a come-and-sit-down-next-to-me-gesture. He smiled slyly.
"You are such a pervert! Close your eyes!"
"But I've already seen you naked, Pri…I mean, Valerie."
"Well, that won't happen again, Chucky! So, close them!"
And he finally did as told, but she was not at all finished throwing on clothes when he peeked.
"Chucky!"
"Alright, alright, babe, I'll keep them shut!"
Valerie quickly dressed on the clothes she had used in the morning before taking the bath. Then she searched for threads and a needle in a box under the desk. She had bought it a couple of years ago when she was making a Pippi Longstocking costume. So yes, the box contained colorful threads for sure.
Valerie sat down next to the doll once she had found everything she needed. She loosened the braces on his shoulders that held up the dungarees.
"What are you doing, babe?" He asked, confused and a little curious too.
"I'm going to fix your shirt, Chucky." I can't believe this is happening, he's alive and I'm talking to him as if nothing is wrong!
She maneuvered the needle and a red thread through the colorful fabric easily and without saying one word. Chucky looked down at the stitches, they were perfect and not too close to any edges, and they nearly disappeared into the many colors in his shirt. When she was done she fastened the braces on his tiny shoulders.
"Now what?" He asked as she brought forth a piece of cloth.
"I'll be right back," she replied. When she came back, Chucky could tell she had dipped the cloth in water.
"If you are to stay here in my apartment, I don't want you to be dirty."
"Well, it's your fucking fault! You threw me out in the filth!" He spat, angry as he remembered how she had treated him.
"I was freaked out, okay? You scared me to death! But I'm not really sure if it's necessary to be afraid of you anymore, even though you look like a killer doll."
"What gives you the impression? You don't know me at all, babe."
"No, I don't…but you haven't killed me, and you had the chance to slit my throat in my sleep."
"Tempting suggestion…" Chucky noted and smiled evilly.
"It was not a suggestion! Do you want to end up in the trashcan?"
"I was just kiddin', girl! I won't harm you."
"Good," Valerie answered. "Now, let me see…" she reached out her hand to his face, crooking a finger under his chin to lift it. She smoothly rubbed his face with the cloth and heard how a soft hum rumbled in his throat, probably in satisfaction as the dirt was removed and the cold cloth was pushed to the reddened area on his wounded chin.
"Err…does it hurt?" She asked, unsure if he could feel anything at all. It was just a possessed doll – he wasn't made of flesh and blood, right?
"Nah," Chucky said and opened his eyes when she let go of him. "I'm okay. Why do you care anyway, and why would you ever ask? I'm a doll, and we're not friends."
"This whole situation is just…crazy, and I'm not sure if I understand any of it…but I'm not evil, so I had to ask. But…"
"What is it, Val?"
He sure had many nick names for her! Princess, babe and now Val! She shook her head, but did not mention what she was thinking about.
"Who put you in that box and gave you to me?"
"It seems like someone have been watching you and seen that you're so lonely in this apartment, and decided to send you some company. You're all by yourself, Val…not a friend or a boyfriend to live with."
"And how do you know that?"
"Well, do you have a boyfriend?" Chucky asked and raised an eyebrow.
"Um, well…yeah, I do have a boyfriend," Valerie lied.
"And who is that?"
"That's none of your business, doll." Valerie crossed her arms and looked sternly at the little man, sitting next to her on the bed.
"I think you're lying, Valerie."
"I…I'm not, Chucky. And I don't wanna discuss this with you."
"So what shall we do then? 'Cause you're not going to kick me out again, are you?"
"Hmmm…no, I won't do that. But I don't trust you."
"Blah, blah, blah," Chucky replied. "That doesn't mean we can't do something fun!"
"What do you suggest then?" Valerie asked and sat down in the chair vis-à-vis him.
"You seem like a very helpful person, and so I was thinking…maybe you could give me a hand tonight?"
"Is this one of your perverted ideas?"
"That too, if you want to," he answered and snickered wolfishly. Valerie rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, what if we found ourselves a victim? We can easily handle a person who is asleep, don't you agree?"
"A victim? So you are a killer doll?" Valerie gaped at him, wondering why the hell she still had not thrown him outside of the window. But she couldn't bring herself to do so, as a matter of fact.
"What did you expect, dollface?" Chucky asked and gave her a wicked, toothy grin. "So what do you say?"
"We'll stay here, you crazy doll," Valerie answered. "I'm not a killer like you."
Geez! Why haven't I murdered her yet? Chucky asked himself. Well, she sure was beautiful! Her hair was very long, but also very curly, and shouldn't it have straightened out when it was that long? For a moment he just stared at it in amazement, but snapped back to reality when she waved her hand in front of his face.
"Hello? Are you there?"
"Of course," he growled back and jumped off the bed. "I'm not going to sit here all day, doing nothing at all." But he stopped in his tracks as he heard an annoying sound coming from her phone.
"Oh, looks like we'll have some guests tonight, so I have something to do, at least. I must mix the daiquiris and fetch some fruit and…"
"Who's coming? You're boyfriend?" His dark, throaty voice growled right behind her back.
"No, my friends. Sarah, Maddie and Sally.
"Oh, great," Chucky answered and imagined how horribly boring it would be to sit and watch some silly girls having their girl's night with pillow fight and all.
"It will be just like a pain in the ass, but I will be sitting down in the living room with you girls."
"So you can peek on us?"
"I don't want you to tell them about me, dollface, so you better keep your mouth shut, or else…" Well, he would leave that to her imagination.
"Allright, but then you must behave like a good boy."
"Of course," he said and smiled sarcastically.
I had so fun adding his perverted comments into the story, hope you liked it too!
