What happened...

Chucky's P.O.V

"Play with this!" Andy yelled.

"Andy!" I yelled, (I didn't plead for my life! If you think I'm some sort of wussy!)

*BOOM*

"At first I thought I was dead, but I was inside the package. I guess I ducked back down into the box. I could feel Andy's hand search for me through that foamy stuff. I quietly pulled out my knife from my overalls. Then stabbed his hand. I heard him yell out in pain.

"Gahhh!" He yelled out as he slid the knife from his hand.

I popped out of the box and smiled an evil smile as I saw the pain on Andy's face. He obviously noticed because he threw the knife at me.

"Ooof!" I grunted as I fell backwards and forced the knife out of my shoulder.

"Why couldn't you just leave me alone!" He yelled at me.

"I have a family now Andy, and it would be nice to not have long 'to do list' and work a family. I still have to check you off the list." I cackled as I admired my reflection in the knife.

"Family?" Andy asked shocked.

"Yeah, funny right? A son and a daughter, oh and I can't forget my beautiful wife, Tiffany. What about you? Any kids, yeah I didn't think so." I managed to rub in.

"Son and daughter? Oh, and for information I do have kids! Actually 'kid' she is my everything." He still said in shock.

"What about a wife?"

"Y...yes." He answered shakily. "But you have kids?" He still asked confused.

"Yeah, my son isn't much of a killer, but he's a sweet kid. Oh, and my daughter, she is just a killing machine! They are ironically twins. Fifteen now. They grow up so fast." I answered still bragging.

The look on his face was hilarious! I had to keep talking.

"They have my looks. You should meet them. You might like Glen." I smirked then looked up at him. "If only you were alive to see him." I chuckled.

Andy had a look of pure rage. I seen this many times before.

"Hey...No need for the anger! Now sit your butt down and talk." I yelled as I motioned for him to sit down.

He sat down and stared at me. Not an evil stare but a curious stare. Like he wanted to hear what I was going to say.

"Glen?" He asked.

"That's his name." I answered.

"Glen Tilly?" He asked. I nodded my head. "He's in my daughter's class!" He yelled.

"What?" I replied confused.

Andy got up and took out a picture. He threw at me, it landed on my lap. I looked down at the picture. Yep. There Glen was, a big goofy smile.

"Huh." I managed to huff.

I looked up at Andy who was just as shocked as I was. I think I could use that to my advantage.

"You see that girl in the left corner?" I asked as I threw the picture back at him.

"Yeah." He answered as he examined the girl. "She's kinda cree-"

I interrupted him before he could say anything. "She's my daughter."

"I mean, she's kinda creeeeepily beautiful?" He asked more than answered.

"I could tell her to kill your daughter any day. And do you think she would hesitate?" I said with an evil smirk.

"Don't you dare touch her!" He screamed as he got up and threatened to kill me.

"Hahaha. That's the funny part. I wouldn't kill her. Glenda would." I answered.

"I'll make a deal with you. Glenda kills your daughter, then you don't die." I said trying to make a deal.

"Never!" He yelled.

"Okay." I said plainly as I charged full speed at him.

He grabbed me and pushed me away. I came charging back and sliced his ankle. He yelled out in pain, then grabbed his gun.

"Oh, no you don't!" I yelled as I knocked the gun out of his hand and it fired at the ceiling.

He grabbed the gun from my hands and hit me in the jaw with the end of it. As I tried to get up he pushed me back down with the gun.

"Goodbye 'friend'." He said as he pulled the trigger.

He kept shooting until he got my heart."

Glenda's P.O.V

"So that's what happened. Next thing I know, I'm on the couch playing dummy as you guys are clueless." He explained.

"So are we gonna get him back for doing that to you?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I was planning on you killing his daughter." He answered casually.

"Okay, what's his last name?" I asked trying to narrow it down to who the daughter was.

"Barcley." He sneered.

I knew a Barcley. She was a major goody two shoes. She had shoulder length brown hair with innocent puppy eyes and she was always shy.

"Yep, she'll be dead by the end of the week. I just need to go through my binder." I answered.

"Binder?" Glen and Chucky both asked confused.

"Yeah that's where I keep all the different ways of killing people." I replied demonically.

Glen gulped, (which made me laugh.)

"You have a twisted, evil brain. I like that." Chucky chuckled.

I smiled as I grabbed three redbulls for us to drink.

"But, before I kill her I want to make her scared...Really scared." I continued saying as I started the car.

I love being me. (I guess I wouldn't want to be someone who knew me though.)

It was like he read my mind when Chucky asked, "Don't you just love being a killer?"

I nodded my head, then turned to Glen you just rolled his eyes. I laughed, he didn't know what it was like to kill someone other than a family member.

"Like I said, by the end of the week she'll be dead." I repeated to make sure Glen was scared.

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