(HELLO CHUCKY FANS! Okay, good news and bad news. Good news, I have a halloween special for you! Bad news, it's a day late. My computer wasn't cooperating with me the other day. Today it decided to work! So, happy belated halloween! Hope you enjoy this! came up with the idea on halloween so I had to finish on halloween and then...well you know what happened next. Sorry, rambling. Happy reading!)
Chapter 4
(HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!)
"No…No! HELP!" A voice yelled. Glen heard it in his dream. It sounded like….his sister? His sister never screamed. His sister made people scream. She didn't scream. Then he heard his laugh. His father's dark sinister laugh. Glen's eyes snapped open. However, he wasn't dreaming. He still heard that voice when he was awake. His sister was in trouble. That's when there was knocking at his door. He forced himself out of bed and hesitantly opened the door. There she was. His sister. Drenched in blood. This fear was in her eyes that took his breath away.
"Glenda what's wrong?" Glen asked. He knelt down to his sister. She gripped his arms tightly, covering his PJS in blood.
"He's gonna kill me." Glenda sobbed. "He's gonna kill me and now he's after you." She coughed up blood after she said this. "Run Glen Ru-" She never finished her sentence. She fell over limp. Glen stared in shock at his sitter. That's when he heard Chucky laugh. With his evil sinister laugh. Glen shot up and looked over. His father held a bloody knife tightly in his hand.
"Playtime's over Glen." Chucky smiled.
"You….you killed her." Glen whimpered, backing into his room. Chucky walked towards him.
"Thanks for the update captain obvious." Chucky smirked. "Now it's your turn." Glen screeched like a little girl and scrambled towards the window. Chucky chucked the knife at his son. It hit the wall an inch away from him. Tiffany rushed into the room with a gun.
"CHUCKY! WHAT'S GOING ON?" She hollered. That's when Chucky burst out laughing. Glen and Tiffany gave him a quizzical look. Glenda stood up and joined in the laughter.
"Happy Halloween." Glenda grinned."Glenda! Why on earth did you do this?" Tiffany asked.
"Oh c'mon Tiff." Chucky said. "Me and the kid were just messing with him." Tears were running down Glen's face.
"You're such a baby!" Glenda laughed.
"I am not!" Glen defended.
"Uh huh." Glenda laughed as she went back to her room.
Glenda's favorite holiday was halloween. She hummed and skipped down the stairs. Her mother was making pancakes that morning. Every halloween she made Glenda chocolate chip cookies in the shape of skulls and dead bodies.
"Good morning!" Glenda chirped.
"You're happy today." Tiffany commented.
"I'm always happy on halloween." Glenda replied. "Sup Chucky."
"Mornin' "Chucky replied. Glenda winked at Glen. He was still jumpy about last night.
"What are you dressing up as this year Glen?" Glenda questioned. "Elton Jon? A tellatubby?"
"Glenda stop it!" Tiffany snapped. "He's dressing up as a tooth brush. Right sweetheart?"
"Right." Glen smiled.
"OOOH! If I was tooth decay I'd be so scared!" Glenda laughed.
"Well what are you gonna be Glenda?" Tiffany questioned.
"Me and Betty are dressing up as Fook U and Fook Mi from Austin Powers." Glenda replied. She turned to Chucky. "I'm Fook U!"
"You are not dressing up as that." Tiffany snapped. "Next option."
"Come on mom! Me and Betty have been planning this for weeks!" Glenda begged. Tiffany shook her head. Glenda groaned and stomped up to her room. Tiffany rolled her eyes.
"So Chucky, how are things?" Tiffany questioned.
"Things are good." Chucky replied casually. The tension in that room could be cut with a toothpick. Glen immediately sensed this.
"I'm going to school." He said, grabbing his bag and leaving the house. TIffany and Chucky were all alone in the room.
"How many people have you and Glenda killed?" Tiffany blurted. Chucky knew that question was coming. he just didn't know it was coming that soon.
"I've killed two, she's killed one." Chucky answered. Tiffany sighed.
"She's just like you Chucky." She sighed. "She's too much like you."
"Is that even possible?" Chucky laughed. Tiffany glared daggers at him.
"I'm being serious." She replied. "You're a bad influence on her. And It needs to stop." Chucky raised an eyebrow. "There's a party at the Feldman's tonight. You're going to make sure she doesn't go. She's going to take Glen trick or treating."
"What's in it for me?" Chucky laughed. Tiffany smiled. She pulled out a gun and pointed it right between Chucky's eyes. "You think that'll scare me?"
"It should." Tiffany replied. "When I'm done with you, they'll have to call you Charlotte. May not kill you but it'll hurt like a bitch." Chucky didn't like the sound of that.
"Fine, fine, if it'll shut you up." Chucky said, rolling his eyes.
"That's what I thought." Tiffany smirked, putting her gun away.
That night
"I have to what?" Glenda snapped.
"Take Glen trick or treating." Tiffany replied.
"But he's a minute older then me, he can take care of himself." Glenda rebuddled.
"Have you met your brother?" Tiffany asked, fixing her boobs in her bunny costume.
"Why are you dressed like a stripper anyway?" Glenda asked.
"I'm a bunny!" Tiffany said angrily. "And if you must know I'm going to a party at Matthew McConaughey's house."
"Not the bongo guy!" Glenda yelled. Tiffany glared at her.
"You'll be taking your brother trick or treating and that's final." Tiffany said, ending the conversation.
"CHUCKY!" Glenda shrieked.
"Jesus! Quit yelling." He said. "I'm right next to you!"
"Tell mom she's being stupid." Glenda demanded. Tiffany glared at her ex.
"She ain't gonna listen to me." Chucky replied.
"I hate you!" Glenda screeched as she marched upstairs.
Glen was all ready to go. Wearing his tooth brush costume he worked so hard on. Glenda was in a t-shirt and jeans.
"Bye sweethearts. Have fun!" She chirped, skipping out of the house.
"Well, Glen, you have fun trick or treating." Glenda said, hoping on the couch. Chucky walked up next to Glenda.
"Just take the kid trick or treating." Chucky sighed.
"Oh c'mon! Who's side are you on!" Glenda yelled. "I'm sick and tired of this shit!"
"Hey!" Chucky snapped.
"NO! I've had it. I'm going to the Feldman's and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" Glenda said, stamping her foot. She got up and walked towards the door. Chucky growled. He pulled out his trusty knife and flung it towards the door. It slammed into the wall. Along with a part of Glenda's hair. "OW!" Glenda's hair was caught. Glen sighed. He took a pair of scissors and helped his sister out. Her long flowing locks and now been shredded into a disaster. Glen had mannered to style it into a crewed bob. Glenda glared at her father.
"I could do a lot worse." He sneered. With that, the three of them went trick or treating.
"Trick or Treat!" Glen smirked at the old lady.
"Oh what a lovely costume." She smiled. She fixed her glasses and looked at Glenda. "Now who are you supposed to be deary?"
"I'm a psychopath. They look like everyone else." Glenda replied blankly. The old woman's jaw had dropped and her eyes were wide in fear when the Rays left her porch.
"That wasn't very nice." Glen said.
"When am I ever nice?" Glenda questioned. Glen had nothing to say. "Hold Chucky, I have to take a whaz." She passed the doll to Glen, who wasn't at all happy to take it. He kept the doll as far away from him as possible. "BRB!"
"Hey son." Chucky smiled. Glen cringed.
Glenda was not going to take a whaz. She had a better idea. The Feldman party was going to kick this sissy little trick or treating shit's ass. The Feldman place wasn't that far away. She'd be there in less then ten minutes. It'd be less then ten minutes till Chucky figured out her little game. But it all worked out. Neither Chucky nor Glen knew where the Feldman place was. It was genius! Glenda was so happy! This was going to be the best halloween ever.
"GLENDA!" Betty screeched when she got to the door. The two hugged. Glenda could tell Betty had already had a couple drinks. The sun hadn't even fully gone down yet.
"Betty!" Glenda smiled.
"Dude…..there's like….so many hot guys here bra. It's like…..a buffet." Betty slurred.
"Love it." Glenda smirked. The two skipped off into the house. Everyone was already drunk. There was puke every where along with spilt drinks and horny girls. Glenda knew a good party when she saw one. And she knew a good man when she saw one. A hunk was making his way to her.
"He's…checkin you out!" Betty giggled. With that she passed out drunk. Glenda shrugged as she walked up to the boy.
"Hey." Glenda smiled.
"Hey." He replied with a devilish smile. Glenda liked it. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?"
"I could ask you the same." Glenda giggled.
"What do you say we blow this popsicle stand?" He suggested.
"I say let's go." Glenda replied. She locked arms with this mysterious stranger.
"She's not coming back is she?" Glen asked a few minutes later.
"Nah." Chucky replied. "She's at the Feldman's. Let's go."
"I don't know where that is." Glen replied sheepishly.
"WHAT?" Chucky snapped. Glen was taken back by his father's harsh tone. The boy started to whimper. Chucky sighed. "Well we better start looking."
Glenda was in love! Well at least for the next hour or so. This guy was one of the greatest kissers she had ever met! He knew all the right moves that made her go crazy. And she was. They were in the middle of an empty alley way. It was dark and they were all alone. Glenda knew where this was going. And she was ready for it. Soon, the stranger stopped kissing.
"Why'd ya sto-" Glenda started. She opened her eyes and saw the knife against her throat. "Ooo! Whatcha got there big boy?"
"You're death." He sneered. Glenda was slammed against the brick wall. He slashed the side of her face.
"OW!" She screamed. "What the hell!"
"Let the games begin." He whispered.
Chucky and Glen walked along the street. They were really lost. They were going in circles. Around and around the block they went. Glen wanted to take a left and Chucky waned to take a right. So they took a right.
"We're lost!" Glen shouted, annoyed.
"No we're not!" Chucky snapped.
"We passed this alley five times!" Glen replied.
"No, this alley has some red head and a guy in it." Chucky sighed. That's when they realized what he said. "Put me down. I'll take care of the dick." Glen did as he was told. Chucky rushed off into the alleyway.
"You're so dead!" Glenda sneered.
"No, sweetheart. It's you who's so dead." The boy replied. Slamming her against the wall. Glenda gritted her teeth.
"If you kill me, my daddy'll get you." Glenda warned. The boy laughed.
"Oh I'm so scared." He chuckled. "Oh DADDY! Come and get me! I've got your little girl and a knife! What are you gonna do about it?" He laughed to himself. He never expected a response.
"Are you sure you want to find out?" Chucky questioned. The man gulped. Chucky jumped on him. He didn't have any weapons on him since his knife was back at the house. But, eh, why not borrow this asshole's? So Chucky wrestled the knife from the boy's hand and slammed it into his adam's apple. Blood gorged and splurged everywhere. The man choked on his own blood.
The Ray's walked home that day in silence. The porch lights flickered off as they walked pass. Glenda's face was soaked in blood. But not as bloody as her hands, because in them was the boy's head. She gripped his hair tightly as they walked down the street. Glen ran into the house as fast as he could and up into his room. He hated blood.
"Thanks." Glenda mumbled to her dad.
"No problem." Chucky replied.
"Imma go, put a bandaid on this." Glenda replied.
"Bandaid." Chucky laughed.
"What's so funny?" Glenda questioned.
"That cut's pretty deep. It needs stitches." Chucky replied.
"So what am I supposed to do? Waltz into the hospital and just expect they won't tell my mother." Glenda questioned with a laugh.
"Who said anything about a hospital?" Chucky grinned.
"Hold still!" Chucky groaned.
"Ow! Ow!" Glenda moaned. Chucky had sowed himself up plenty of times before. It was even easier on someone else. Well, it wasn't exactly a piece of cake with Glenda. "Done?" Chucky finished up the last stitch.
"Yup." Chucky replied.
"Thanks...again." Glenda said.
"Don't sweat it." Chucky said, brushing it off. He started to walk towards the couch where he spent his nights.
"Hey, dad." Glenda called. Chucky froze. Dad. It'd been a while since someone called him that.
"Yeah?" Chucky asked.
"The night isn't over just yet and...uh...I was thinking. Maybe we could...kill...a little?" Glenda asked. Chucky smiled, holding up the bloody knife he borrowed earlier that evening.
"I thought you'd never ask." Chucky answered.
