"I want to speak to my dad!" Glenda screamed over the phone.

"Sweetface, your dad left us when you were-" tiffanyy began to lie.

"Don't play stupid with me!" Glenda yelled, starting to figit.

Tiffany went silent, the phone was moving around.

Chucky's P.O.V

Who was on the phone? I gave Tiffany a confusdd look, she dien't say a word, she just looked upset. I took ghe phone and pressed up agaimst my stitched face.

"Hello?" I said, clearing my throat.

I was a bit surprised when a young female voice replied, "Hi, is this-this you?" She stuttered.

"Well, i don't know, who are you trying to reach?" I chuckled, waiting.

"My dad." Her voice echoing in my head over and over again.

Glenda's P.O.V

I felt shaky, did he want to talk to me? Was he being forced to talk to me? Why wasn't he answering? I bagan to talk again, "It's Glenda."

"Yeah," his voice was just a whisper now.

Back at the Tilly mansion...

"She's always wanted to meet you." Tiff sighed, before barely whispering, "I didn't think she ever would."

"And why the hell not?" Chucky growled in a angry tone.

She glared, then rolled her eyes. Like he didn't know!? "You are a serial killer! I thought if she never met you she wouldn't be like you, like she was when she was-you know." She finished off shaky.

"And you thought that if i never met her that she wouldn't be 50% me!?" He yelled, grinding his teeth. "Yeah, cause that's good logic." He sneered sarcastically.

Tiffany bit her tongue, she knew it hurt him deep in his little shriveled heart, and anything she said would just add to that pain. He then continued on his little rant, "I bet you she killed at least ten people in her life. You just play it off and act like it was no big deal so that you don't have to admit that she is just like me..."

Tiffany Stayed dead in his eyes, never blinking, he was dead serious on meeting Glenda. He was right, for Glenda's whole life, she had been protecting her, from Chucky. She just never relised that she couldn't protect her from something that was drilled into her DNA. Tiffany glared down at the doll that had been sitting on the kitchen counter and glaring back.

"You can see her, but, if you even try to hurt her OR Glen, i will kill you. And i won't be bringing you back. So you better not mess with my little girl." Tiffany bent down slightly to stare i to his pale icy eyes.

"If you honestly think i would do that to my own kids, then i don't think you trust me enough." With that he hopped off the counter and with frustration mumbled, "she's my little girl too."

Tiffany felt a lump in her throat, it felt suffocating. She felt irritated with the comment, but she also felt guilt tingling in the back of her mind, taunting her, making her feel worse. She looked up to see Chucky about to leave, he was angrily muttering things. He had just taken a step outside before Tiff yelled, "Wait!"

She saw half his body at the doorway, paused. He then peeked behind the doorway, he grinded his teeth, preparing for a war, but to his surprise she took a long sigh before calmly smiling and asking, "We are having dinner here tonight. As a family-well just us, if you wanted to meet the kids, i would be okay with that i guess."

A smile crept onto his stitched face. It wasn't the usual evil grin, it was a sincere smile.

AT KENT...

"Oh! We are spending the weekend at mom's." Glen reminded his sister.

"I know." Glenda smirked, she knew she would meet her dad for the first time tonight.

"Well then we better get to the bus, before it leaves wiyhout us." Glen was acting to excited, he obviously had no idea that Glenda would see Chucky tonight. Mum did everything to keep Glenda away from Chucky, she even was the one to bring up getting revenge on people just so she didn'thave to deal with Chucky constatly being there. But when he was, she was forced to send Glenda and Glen off to Kent. It was the only place Glenda agreed to go, only becauss her dad went there. That scared Tiffany even more. So why would mum give up all the ti e she spent keeping him aaay and then just decide one day that he should meet his daughter?

"You seem excited...?" Glen half asked, half stated.

'Cause I'm meeting my dad, MORON!' Glenda thought to herself. "Why, dear brother, it is just a silly old weekend." She lied, sounding uncharacteristic with a sochisticated tone and manners.

She smirked, turning her attention to the windos of the bus. It was a stormy day, the sky was dark grey with flashes of lightning cracking down. She began to wonder what was above the clouds. Was it God? She never believd in things like that, but after finding out about her dad being a doll, i gess things that were supernatural were easier to believe. But why would this 'god' make her the way she is, a killer, a girl who could not feel guilr or pity. Why would she be designed for destruction? Destruction of people, people that were designed to be whoever they wanted, but not Glenda, she was built for a simple task, to kill. Was she the wlrk of a supernatural being or just DNA of a messed up guy, was that all she was, just DNA?

"Glenda, you zoned out again." Glen laughed, tapping her on her shoulder. "We're home."

Her eyes sparkled an emerald green that could melt gold with a single glare. She leaped out of her seat, nearly knocking over Glen. She grabbed her backpack and raced down the isle of the bus. She didn't want to waste anymore seconds of her weekend on thay bus. She wanted to meet her dad and she wanted to hear stories about murder, she felt she needed to relate to him. To make up for the years that her mother stole from her.

"Glenda?" Glen asked in a quiet whisper, but Glenda had already hopped off the bus. He was slightly happy that Glenda seemed well, happy, but, it also made him worry. Why WAS she so happy?

He walked down the isle as he yelled out her name again, looking out of the glass windows. The kids that were left on the bus, stared out the window, watching Glenda run. She was running like she was in the Olympics, what made her so excited?

He jogged after her, by the time he reached her at the doorway, Tiffany was already welcoming them in with a big cheerful hug. "My sweetfaces!" She she exclaimed excitedly as she moved out of the way for thwm to come in. She stopped Glenda, putting her hand on her shoulder, comforting her efore she saw her dad. Tiffany almost felt like Glenda would be scared or might be uncomfortable, but Glenda was far from being afraid. Glenda nodded her head and then walked straight into the kitchen. It seemed normal, it was spacious, but it left a lonely feeling with its emptiness. She frowned, had he left already? She was just turning back out of the kitchen when she saw a orange blob of hair moving from behind one of the kitchen table chairs.

"Um...hello?" She asked, her voice sounding awkward and slightly different to her usual tone.

The chair cushion made a few creeky sounds as the figure turned around. It's one eye had no skin on the eye lids and it trailed into stitches down over his mouth. Another scar was placed over his eye brow then stretched down over his nose. His blue ice eyes froze her in spot for a second, it was a friendly look, but it wasn't a glare either. He studied her for a moment, and the slouched back with a smirk. "I think we need to have a long story about why i am-" he was cut off. "She knows." Glen said, startling Glenda from behind, Glen gave an uncharacteristic glare. The doll nodded, he knew he had made the mistake of letting Glen kill him just years earlier. It must have scarred him.

"I just came for supper. I'm leaving tomorrow to kill-i mean visit an old friend..." The doll looked down at his shoes, "just wanted to see my kids, that's all." He mumbled, playing with his fingers with a hint of sadness burning his cold eyes.

"I hope this 'friend' finally kills you for good." With that, Glen stormed off to his room.

"Well, guess whos going to get an apointment with a counseler. " Glenda grumbled, she had just met jer dad a d then glen had to comepletly destroy her moment.

Chucky smirked, its been awhile since he smiled at something other than revenge. He hadn't laughed at a joke since, hell, since he was with Tiffany, when they were in that stupid van in a parking lot. Joking about traveling the world. He wished he could relive those moments, those days when Tiffany was just Tiffany, not Jennifer Tilly and that they didn't worry about being caught because they knew they would come back, and when they did, they got revenge.

"I don't remember much, when i was a you know..." Glenda blurted out, her eyes blinking innocently like a puppy.

"A doll." Chucky laughed slightly. "I remember you."

"Really?!" Glenda became over excited.

"Yep. You were a hell of a killer. Scared both Tiff and I." Chucky sighed and the moment, he then looked up at the girl, her eyes played innocent, but he could tell she was much more dangerous than she appeared. He was just about to tell her that she reminded him of Tiffany, but the doorbell rang.

"DING! DING!" Glenda growled, really people? Can't you leave us alone for ten minutes?

"Hello." Tiffany greeted them politely.

There were two police officers, dressed in their uniforms and standing tall. One stood about 6'2 and the other maybe around 5'10. They appeared serious. All Tiffany could think is how could she take them? "What would you boys want?" She asked kindly, a sprinkle of poison flicked behind each word.

"Uh, yes. Well, we have reason to believe your daughter, Glenda Tilly, has had hand in the murder of one or more murders." The shprter one with short blknde explained.

"I see your concern, but my daughter couldn't even hurt a fly." She lied, she began to shut the door, when a boot was quickly kicked inbetween the door frame and door. She snarled, but quickly put a wide smile on her face as she flung the door back open. "I think it would be best to talk inside."

The two officers nodded their appreciation, not knowing the fate they would have.

"Glenda, sweetface, there are people here to see you." The fake actress called out.

Glenda walked through the doorway of the kitchen, a doll in one arm. Tiffany grumbled, she knew she would get attached to him. She knew it, she knew it, she knew it! "Why don't you set your 'doll' down and talk to these fine gentlemen?" Tiffany almost pleaded.

"No thank you." Glenda could play this game too. She could act as sweet as she wanted. She tilted her head and gave a smile to the two men, taking a seat on the oppisite couch of them and crossing her leg over the other. She set Chucky down carefully beside her. The two officers eyes followed the doll. They almost regonised the doll.

"Isn't that doll from that case?" The taller man whispered to the other one.

"Yeah, excuse me, Glenda, may I ask where you got that doll?" The blonde cop leaned forward to examine it closer.

"Oh, my mother got it somewhere. Where'd you get it mom?" Glenda smirked innocently, throwing her mother under the bus.

"A yard sale." She answered quickly.

"Huh" the cop huffed then continued, "Cause i could've sworn this is the doll that was stolen."

Tiffany bit her lip, she backed up into the coffee table, placing her hand down on it to stable herself. Her hand stumbled for something, something tht she hidden. She placed her hand under the table, latching onto something. As she ripped it from its spot she cut her self, a single drop of scarlette dripped onto the floor. The two cops looked down at the spot, letting their guard down for a split second.

"Ma'am, are you-" The one cop began to step to take a step closer to her, latching onto a pair of handcuffs.

Tiffany screamed as she threw her arm down into the mans shoulder. The object in her hand had been a kitchen knife. The handle was the only part of the knofe visible. The other cop, charged forward, but was pulled back from behind by a pale arm. He was turned around to face Glenda, her eyes filled with evil and excitment. She pointed behind the cop, in fear the man turned to run, but was quickly stopped when the doll that his partner was looking at, cams to life, a cackle as evil as his actions as he the doll pulled out a knife...To be continued...

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