Glen and Tiffany

It was near dark when they entered the trailer park.

Samantha drove around. " The address says it's 189."She looked around.

Alice was fast asleep in the back.

"There!" Andy pointed out.

Samantha turned into the driveway. "No car here. She might not be here." Samantha got out of the car. "I guess we have to find out."

Andy ran after her and grabbed her arm. "Are you crazy? Let me go first."

Samantha shook her head. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fend for myself!"

"That's not what I meant. I just don't want to see you get hurt." He explained himself.

Samantha yanked her arm back. "I think I can manage." She slowly walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. She quickly stood back, standing beside Andy.

No one answered the door.

"Not home, let's go." Andy began to walk off.

Samantha grabbed his arm. "No..I got this." She walked up the stairs and with one swift kick, she busted down the door.

Andy ran up the stairs and grabbed her shoulders. "OKAY, time to go."

Samantha shook her head. "Stop being a wimp. Let's go in." Samantha looked around before entering. She looked at Tiffany's surroundings. Inside, her house was dark and mysterious. Voodoo dolls sat on all the shelves. Samantha looked on the shelves to find newspaper cut outs of Charles Lee Ray.

"Hey, Andy, check this out."

Andy stood beside her. "What? Yea, his death."

"Look closer." She took a different photo off the shelve. "Looks like she's a fan of your's too."

Andy took the picture of him when he was a kid holding Chucky from Samantha's hands. "That's creepy."

Alice walked in. "Hey! Quit leaving me in the car!"

Andy and Sami turned around. "Alice, shut up." Samantha looked around more.

Alice crawled onto the bed. "While you look around, I'm going to sleep more."

Samantha looked on the side table beside the bed. "A ring." She picked it up. "Looks expensive. I think Chucky gave this to her."

Andy joined her with papers. "Hey, where in England did you come from?"

"Glastonbury. Why?" She looked down at the fliers. Samantha took one from his hand. "Where did you find these?"

"On the table. Doesn't that red head puppet on the front look familiar?" Andy pointed out.

Samantha shrugged. "Maybe. There's a ventriloquist competition in England." She looked at Andy. "You want to visit England to talk to a doll that might not be related to him?"

"Who the hell are you, bimbos?" A woman's voice came from the door.

Samantha and Andy looked at her. "Who are you?" Samantha asked.

The woman came closer. "Tiffany. Now, get out of my house!"

Samantha picked Alice up. "Hi, I'm Samantha. I need to talk to you." She gave Alice to Andy.

"About what? What do you want, Samantha?" Tiffany sat down.

Samantha sighed. "Please, don't kill me when I tell you this. But you sent that bastard to my grandmother's house. HE killed my fucking family. It's ALL your fault!"

Tiffany laughed. "Oh, you mean Sarah Pierce?"

Samantha balled her fist. "Yes..." She hissed.

"I was only doing what my Charles wanted." She lite a cigarette.

Samantha plucked the cigarette from her mouth and threw it on the ground. "Where is he? I want to know!"

Tiffany shrugged. "After I sent him to Andy's house, I left the scene. I don't know where he went."

Andy stepped up. "I'm Andy Barclay! And these fliers say otherwise."

"Do you have a son in England?" Samantha crossed her arms.

Tiffany shrugged. "Maybe."

Samantha stuck a flier in her face. "This is Chucky's son, correct? His name is Shitface, right?"

"His name is Glen!" She seemed insulted that Sami called her son that.

Samantha looked at the flier. "But, it says-"

"I know what it says Samantha. Chucky and I named him after we met him." Tiffany huffed in annoyance.

"Then who's Psychs?" Samantha asked.

"He's Glen's puppeteer. Glen felt angry at himself so he ran away to England. He will probably be back soon."

Samantha looked at Andy. "Then that's where we're going." She turned to Tiffany. "If I find Chucky, you bet your ass I'm going to kill him."

Tiffany stood up. "You can't kill him. He always comes back. But if you find him, good luck, kid. You're going to need it."

Samantha took Alice and walked back to the car. "I'm not going to need luck." She slammed the car door shut.

Tiffany scoffed then shut her door.

Andy grabbed her arm. "Samantha, let's think about this for a second."

Samantha looked up into the sky. "Hmm...done thinking. Let's go."

"Wait!" Andy pulled her back. "You don't expect to drag your little sister and a guy you JUST met with you to England."

"Oh, but I do. I want to chat with this little guy. Maybe he'll-"

"Hey, package for Tiffany...Ray?" The mailman looked at Samantha.

Samantha took the package. "Yea."

The overweight man walked back to his truck and drove away.

Samantha sat the package on the ground. She and Andy quickly unwrapped the package to reveal a sleeping Glen.

Andy looked at Samantha. "Well, thank goodness we don't have to go now."

The small doll woke up in a shriek. "NO!"

Samantha and Andy fell to their buttoms. "Oh my god!"

Glen took a deep breaths. "W-Who are you guys? Are you my new parents? You two seem compatible."

Samantha's cheeks turned bright red. "N-No. It doesn't matter. Are you Glen? I love your accent."

Glen smiled. "Your's too. And yes, I'm Glen. Where's mummy and daddy?"

Samantha sighed. "I was hoping you would know. Your mother is inside but don't go yet."

Glen climbed out of the box. "What do you want me for?"

Samantha tucked her hair behind her ears. "Do you have any idea where Chucky could have gone? If he's not here or in England, then where is he?"

Glen shrugged. "Sorry, ma'am. I have no idea where me father could be."

Andy sighed. "Surely you must have some sort of clue."

Glen shook his head. "Sorry, sir."

"Oh, call me Andy. This is Samantha." Andy tilted his head toward her.

Samantha smiled. "Well, your mother is probably waiting on you." She stood up.

Glen sighed. "Sorry I couldn't be much help."

"It's really okay." Andy stood up as well. "So, what were you dreaming out? Seemed like you had a nightmare."

Glen closed his eyes. With a heavy exhaled, he opened his blue eyes. "I keep having reoccurring nightmares. I've had these since I was a small boy. Well, smaller."

Samantha looked at Tiffany's trailer. "I'm very sorry." She looked back to Glen. "We have to go. I'll catch you later, okay?"

Glen saluted them. "Will do, love. Nice to meet you both!" He ran into Tiffany's home.

Samantha and Andy rejoined Alice in the car. "Well, now where?" Samantha lite a cigarette.

Andy checked his phone. "Well, it's only six. Want to grab dinner?"

Samantha looked at him. "Andy, we are trying to catch this fucking maniac and all you can think of is food?"

Andy shrugged. "Yea."

Samantha drove onto the highway again. "Where could he be? There is literally no where else he could be." A light went off inside her head. "Do you know the names of Jade and Jesse?"

Andy nodded. "The two that were accused of killing when it was Chucky."

Samantha nodded. "Well, maybe we can see if they're okay? They live here as well."

Andy shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

Samantha drove away from Tiffany's and headed their way to Jade and Jesse's house.