Chapter 3: Family Reunion
Glenda heard something break from downstairs. She quickly got up from her stool and turned around. She looked over at the other side of the room, then gasped; the doll was gone.
"Holy shit, it worked!" Glenda whispered to herself.
She rushed out of her room into the hallway. She saw Glen standing in his bedroom doorway, across form her. He had heard the noise too.
"What was that?" Glen asked his sister.
"Dad's back. He's alive," Glenda said, with a smile on her face.
Glen's jaw dropped, "W-what? How? The spell didn't even work!"
Glenda nodded, "But it did. Come look,"
Glenda grabbed her brother's hand and led him into her room. She pointed over at the other side of the wall where she had kicked the doll. "See," she said, "He's gone!"
Glen's eyes widen as he began to search the room for the doll, but with no luck. Glenda was right; their dad was back . . .
Downstairs, Tiffany stared at Chucky with disbelief. How on earth did he come back? Tiffany quickly grabbed a knife from the kitchen sink. She pointed it towards the doll.
"If you even try to hurt me or the children, I swear, Chucky, I will kill you!" Tiffany warned.
Chucky smirked, "Nice to see you too, Tiff."
Tiffany lunged forward to stab Chucky, but he grabbed her wrist tightly; making her scream in pain, dropping the knife. The doll slowly pulled her down to his level. He stared into her eyes, then he looked down at the knife on the floor. He quickly picked it up with one hand, as he still held tightly onto Tiffany's wrist with the other. Chucky held the knife against Tiffany's throat. She winced as he carefully pricked her skin. Chucky smiled seductively, then slowly licked a tiny drop of blood from the wound. Tiffany shivered.
"If you're going to kill me, kill me now. What are you waiting for?" Tiffany asked.
Chucky backed away from her and looked her in the eyes. "Dammit Tiff, I'm not going to kill you!"
Tiffany raised an eyebrow, "Then why are you here?"
"Glenda brought me back." Chucky replied, matter of factly.
"I should've known!" Tiffany said, a hint of anger in her voice.
"Hey now, don't be too hard on the kid. You can't blame her for waiting to see her father again."
Tiffany sighed. She knew he was right, and she knew Glenda missed her father dearly. Truth be told, if she was her, she would've done the same thing.
"Tiffany," Chucky continued, "We need to talk."
"About what?" Tiffany asked. Although she sort of already knew what he wanted to talk about.
Chucky sighed, "I want a second chance with you and the kids. I want us to get back together."
Tiffany shook her head, "Chucky, I'm telling you right now, I don't want to become a doll again. I like being human, and I enjoy being Jennifer Tilly. And I'm not going to force my children to become dolls again either. It's not going to happen."
"I know that, and that's not what I'm asking you to do. I just want a second chance to be the man and father you've always wanted me to be." Chucky said.
"Well how are you going to do that if you're going to stay a doll?" Tiffany asked.
Chucky shrugged, "Who says I have to stay a doll? I'll transfer my soul into a human."
Tiffany couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Chucky finally turning over a new leaf? Did he just say he would become human again just to be with her and the kids? Tiffany pinched herself; thinking she was dreaming. Maybe it was a dream or a trap. Knowing Chucky, she knew this wouldn't be the first time that he's lied to her. Tiffany looked into Chucky's deep blue eyes. She still felt love for him, and she very much would like to be with him again.
"What do you say, Tiff?" Chucky asked, snapping Tiffany out of her thoughts. "Will you give me another chance?"
After a few moments, Tiffany nodded her head. Chucky smiled, then he let out a soft, evil chuckle, but Tiffany didn't notice. Just then, Glen and Glenda ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. They had been spying on their parent's conversation. Glenda was jumping up and down with joy, while Glen stood there, nervously staring at his father. The last time Glen saw him, he was chopping up his dad's body parts with an axe. He shuddered at the memory.
"Hey, Glen." Chucky said, smiling.
Glen looked down at his father, hoping that he had forgotten about him killing him. Something about his smile told him he hadn't. Glen fidgeted, "Hi, dad."
"Dad, is it true?" Glenda asked, excitedly, "Are you and mom really going to get back together?"
"Glenda! You're not supposed to spy on other people's conversations!" Tiffany scolded at her daughter.
Glenda rolled her eyes, "Just tell me. Is it true?"
Tiffany sighed, "Yes. I've decided to give your father one last chance."
"Yes!" Glenda whispered to herself.
"But first, I need a new body," Chucky began, "And I know just the person to help me with that."
"Who?" Glenda asked, curious.
Chucky laughed, "Let's just say, he's an old friend of mine . . ."