Chapter 9: Escaping the Hell
Chucky's POV
Emilee told me she had a bad dream last night.
When I asked her about it, she said, "I don't wanna make you feel bad…" and that made me understand it a little.
I know I can't give back all the lives I've taken, but I just hope I can prevent myself from taking anymore from here on out. I know I lied about saying I would to Tiff and my son/daughter, but this time I mean it, damn it! I also hope that Andy doesn't try and stop me from stopping myself just because he's afraid of me. I need something to do to help me escape this hell! Okay, uh, think… Maybe… I smiled and my eyes widened.
"I've got it!" Emilee looked over at me in shock.
"What is it, Chucky?" she asked, walking over to me.
"I have an idea, Em." I say, taking her hand.
"This week, until Tiff gets back to the park, I wanna spend time having fun with you!" I exclaimed.
She looked upon me with big eyes.
"But, what if the people around town recognize me?" she asked in fear, "Then they'll send me home, I don't want that!"
That fact hit me like a baseball bat! I thought about it. I looked around for something that might help us. I then saw her hoodie she was wearing when we first got here. I ran over and grabbed it.
"You can wear this and pull the hood up!" I say, handing it to her.
She looked at me, a little unsure. I know it sounds like a lot to ask, for her to cover and hide herself instead of roaming freely, but this is the only thing I could think of right now.
After she didn't answer for a long time, I sighed and took it as a no. I walked away from her.
"Okay,"
I turned around in surprise.
"Say what?" I asked.
Emilee approached me slowly and reached for the hoodie. She grabbed it from my small hands and into her larger ones.
"If you think that this might help you push away your evil soul for another long while." she said, pulling it over her head.
"Then, I'm all for it!" she finished, pulling up her hood.
I looked at her with curiosity.
"I never thought that it would do that, I just…" I paused and looked away, rubbing my foot around, "Wanted to spend some time with my best friend."
Emilee looked at me with her soft, hazel-green eyes and a gaped mouth. I felt warmth rush to my cheeks for some odd reason as I steered my vision away from her.
Then, I heard footsteps approach me. I turned around and was surprised by Emilee bending down and slowly wrapping her warm arms around me. My eyes widened and my mouth gaped at this. My heart pounded in my chest and I was lost for words. I slowly brought my arms up and returned the hug. I can't remember the last time I ever felt so loved…
My POV…
After we hugged enough, I picked up Chucky, took in a deep breath, opened the door, and went out. This was gonna be interesting…
First, I let Chucky choose where to go. He told me he wanted to see a movie. I smiled and nodded in agreement. We were able to take a subway train to the Grand Theater, finding a $20 bill along the way! Even though we had enough money, we still had to have enough to keep us going for as long as we were together. Now all together we had $90 dollars.
"You think they'll let me in with a doll?" I asked my ginger friend.
"They'll have too. I mean, I'm fuckin' infamous!" he exclaimed, gesturing to himself.
"You're more than just that… You're my infamous friend." I said, snuggling him.
He smiled at me.
At the theater, people stared at me and Chucky. He was in Barbie Mode. I looked down at him and whispered.
"They're staring at us." in a worried tone.
He flicked his eyes up at me and said, "I like to be your friend." in his Good Guy voice.
I somehow knew that was a reassuring phrase. I looked at everyone, staring at them creepily. They then turned away and pretended not to do anything. I smirked in victory. We went inside, and Chucky looked up at me with a grin on his face.
"I have the coolest, bravest friend ever." he complimented.
I chuckled and blushed.
"Thanks, Chucky." I said, cuddling him again.
I approached the ticket booth, Chucky still in my arms, and saw a nice looking lady working there. I tapped on the desk to get her attention. It worked. She looked up at me and Chucky with pretty blue eyes. I secretly felt jealous of her eyes, because I wasn't too fond of my own hazel ones. On the way here, Chucky told me I could choose the movie. Poltergeist, the 2015 remake, was back in theaters for a week and I finally got my chance to see it since horror movies don't scare me. I asked for a ticket to that movie and she gave it to me. I thanked her and walked away with Chucky.
"I can't believe she let me in with you." I said in disbelief.
Chucky blinked his eyes in agreement. Everyone in the theater stared at me as I was waiting in line for popcorn and other snacks. It was beginning to annoy the shit out of me! But, I took in a deep breath and tried to keep my composure.
"Hey, where'd you get that doll?"
I looked down and saw a little blonde girl with pigtails and green eyes.
"Huh?" I asked, looking down at the kid.
"Where'd you get the doll?" she repeated.
"Um, the mail?" I said, unsure about all of this.
"Can I hold him?" she asked.
Before I could answer, a lady ran up to her.
"Suzie! There you are!" she exclaimed.
I figured her to be the little girl's mother.
"I'm sorry about thi-" her voice trailed off when she saw Chucky in my arms.
She pulled Suzie closer to her.
"Mommy, let me go!" she whined.
I shook my head and chuckled.
"Kids…"
The woman chuckled slightly as well.
"Y-Yeah… Is that…" she halted and pointed at the ginger doll in my arms.
"Chucky? Yeah, he's my friend. I got him in the mail one day by an unknown person on my birthday. Now, he's my best friend." I explained, cuddling him really tight.
"I see…" the lady said, laughing nervously.
I think that Chucky was scaring her. I didn't care, he was my friend.
After the lady took her kid away, I got my snacks: Starbursts, popcorn, and an ICEE.
"What do you want Chucky?" I asked, holding him out in front of me.
I then put him up to my ear and he whispered, "Hershey's bar, and we'll share the drink and popcorn."
I took him away from my ear and smiled warmly at him.
"Good choice." I said cheerfully.
The man at the counter looked at me and chuckled.
"Kids…" he sighed.
"Hey, I'm 15." I pointed out.
"Really? Okay, then. What does your doll want?" he asked.
I knew he was pretending and playing along with me.
'Heh! This guy has no idea!' I thought.
I told him what Chucky wanted and he put the chocolate bar, slushy, popcorn, and Starbursts on the counter.
"That'll be $15.73, please." the man said.
I reached into Chucky's overall pocket and pulled out the big wad of cash.
"Wow! How did a kid like you get that much money?" he asked in a surprised tone.
As I pulled out a 10 dollar bill, a 5, and 1, I said, "It's a long story." in a chuckle.
"And again, I'm a teenager! I just had a birthday, for cryin' out loud." I added, placing the green dollars on the counter.
Before he could say anything else, I walked off with the goodies towards the usher.
After handing my ticket to the usher, he told me to go to theater 5. I did, and sure enough, the sign above said: "Poltergeist 11:50". I took in a deep breath and walked in with the goodies and Chucky.
"Scared?" he asked me in a whisper.
"A little bit. I saw the trailers and it looks pretty spooky. But horror doesn't scare me, so, I'll be okay." I answered him.
"Well, if you do get scared, I'll be here for you." he assured me.
I smiled at him.
"I love you," I told him.
He smiled at me as I placed a kiss on his forehead.
We chose a seat in the middle-ish row. There were only a few others in the theater, me and Chucky being two of them, so, I guess I only have a minimal amount of worry that someone will block our view of the screen. Because that's the one thing we all hate about going to the movie theater, people being in the way of the screen. Fuck…
The movie was supposed to start at noon, and it was 11:55 now. I decided to talk to Chucky in a whisper for a little bit until the movie started. We talked about things in our past. He mostly let me have all the turns, because I knew just about everything about him. He asked me what my childhood was like.
"Well, it was okay, I guess." I told him, "There were quite a few moments when I was…"
I shuddered, unable to continue. Chucky placed his plastic hand on top of my flesh one. I looked at him with big eyes.
"It's okay… You don't have to talk about the bad parts if you don't wanna." he assured me.
I smiled warmly at him. He did the same. Chucky sat in my lap, so he was able to see the screen better. I looked at Chucky's watch. He thought he must've stolen it from the last two people he killed. It said 12:00 pm. I looked up at the screen which started illuminating.
"Here we go." I sighed out.
Chucky nodded and said, "Mm," in agreement.
(A/N: Now, a time skip! Sorry, I haven't seen the new Poltergeist movie yet… I just thought it'd be nice if that was the movie we saw.)
It was like 1:43 by the time we got out of the theater, and I was happy! Chucky was too; probably because I was.
"That was so cool!" I exclaimed, throwing Chucky up and catching him.
He chuckled.
"Glad to hear you had a good time." he said to me.
"Well, it's all thanks to you getting that money." I pointed out.
Chucky nodded happily, but then his face turned sad. I looked at him worried.
"Yeah… but by killing people. We saw that movie because I killed people. We ate the food because I killed people! We-!"
I saw his eyes briefly flash red, and gasped!
'His evil soul!" I thought.
"Chucky, no!" I exclaimed, shaking him.
His eyes went all googly for a moment, then he shook his head and his eyes turned blue again.
"Emilee… I don't know what I'd do without you here." my ginger doll friend sighed in relief with wary smile on his face.
"I think you'd probably go on another killing spree." I pointed out.
Chucky laughed nervously at this comment.
"C'mon," I say, getting him back up in my arms as he was slipping, "let's get out of here."
He nodded in agreement.
As soon as we left the theater grounds, we talked about another place to go. It was a place where Chucky often sat thinking before he met me.
"What did you think about?" I asked.
"Killing…" he replied in a monotone voice.
I petted his hair in comfort. He smiled up at me.
When we got there, I saw it was kind of like a secret clubhouse. We pushed our way past some bushes and hopped over a small river on some stones. Then, I saw it. It was a medium, wooden box. He lead me inside, and since I was short as well, I didn't have to crouch down. I wasn't a midget, but I wasn't a giant either.
"So, why did you bring me here, Chucky?" I asked him.
"I dunno…" he replied truthfully. "I just wanted us to talk. Since I'm in Barbie mode most of the damn time, I thought about knowing more about you."
I understood.
"Well, in that case, I wanna know more about you as well." I say, moving closer to my ginger doll friend.
He looked up at me and smiled warmly. I smiled back and closed my eyes.
I told him all about me.
"I'm 15 years old, I'm an artist/singer/author with a lot of talent. I wanna become a famous animator when I grow up. I love anime, music, art, MLP, I'm a misandrist..."
I went on for a while.
Afterwards, he was in awe.
"Wow, you have a fuckin' awesome personality!" he exclaimed.
I blushed upon hearing this. He's such a nice friend… Next, he told me about himself.
"Wow… I mean… Wow…" I said in astonishment.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" I asked.
"You just did." Chucky said, laughing.
I laughed along with him.
"Anyway, what'd you wanna ask me?" he asked.
"H-How did you get this way?" I asked, a little nervous.
"Well, I was on the run from Mike Norris and-"
I cut him off.
"No, no, no. I mean, how did you become a…" I found myself unable to continue.
He sighed and hung his head.
"I know what you mean… You wanna know how I became the Lakeshore Strangler…" I looked at him as he squeezed his hands.
"If you don't wanna talk about it, that's fine…" I say.
"No, no, no… You're my best friend… You deserve to know how it happened. I mean… if anyone should know, it should be you, Em." I moved closer to him, listening very closely.
"Well, here goes!" he said.
Flashback… Normal POV...
When I was little, crime was all the rage. It happened constantly…
A young Charles Lee Ray was playing with his toys when he heard a news report on T.V.
"This just in, a dead body was found hung in a warehouse just off 50th Avenue. The suspect has not been identified as of yet, but fingerprints have led the police to believe that it could be one of these three people."
The image switched to three pictures of three men. One was a middle aged man with green eyes and no hair. The second was a teenager with jet black hair and brown eyes. However, the third one surprised Charles, because he looked strikingly like his… dad. His dad was a middle aged man as well with greasy brown hair and blue eyes. And that's what the third suspect looked like. Charles was worried. No, that couldn't have been him! His dad was always such a good man, there must've been a mistake. Right? He had to make sure…
He ran into his father's room where he was sleeping.
"Dad! Dad! Dad!" he cried, jumping on his father.
The older man grunted in response.
"Dad! Wake up!" Charles pleaded.
His dad grunted again and started sitting up. He stretched his arms out and yawned.
"What is it, Charles?" he asked in a groggy tone.
"Um, are you a killer?" the young boy asked.
His dad looked at him confused and silent for a moment.
"Why would you ask such a dumb question?" he asked, rubbing his temples.
"Because someone just got killed and one of the three suspects looks like you." Charles replied, twiddling his thumbs.
His father looked at him with a sour expression. Then, he muttered something incoherent under his breath.
Charles was about to ask what he said, but then his father said, "Go to your room," in a cold tone.
"B-But… why?" Charles stuttered, his big eyes shaking.
"Just do as you're told!" the older man snapped.
Charles sighed. "Yes, father…"
With that, he jumped off his dad's bed and slowly headed for his room. His head was hung low. He didn't understand… His dad was always so kind before, but ever since his mom died, he had been acting strange. Drinking, smoking a weird, twisty cigarette, lashing out from time to time… Was he really still his dad at all?
Over the course of the next few months, my dad was disappearing a lot. I had to learn to provide myself with all the necessary things to keep myself alive. Often times, I would avoid my friends and often end my friendships with them…
Then… one day… it happened… I'll never forget it…
A now, 10 year old Charles walked into his house, not even bothering to take off his shoes or announce his arrival into the house. He assumed his dad wasn't at home, but boy… Was he in for a hellish scene!
He tossed his backpack onto the floor, not caring to do his homework. He was failing school so much, he got in school suspension several times, with several teachers monitoring him just to make sure he does his work. And even though he does, he usually gets D's and F's, especially in science and global. He was lucky enough to get a C+ on his Math test today, even though he took a nap through most of the class period. He collapsed into his dad's lounge chair, which creaked and sounded like it was gonna break under the weight of him. Even though he was still a small child…
He stared up at the ceiling with a bored look on his face.
"Why the hell can't I have a better life?!" he groaned, pulling on his greasy hair.
His hair was now long and greasy just like his dad's. Just the mere thought of him made him feel like he wanted to reach out to whoever was near him and claw out that person's throat! Just then, his eyes shrunk and he shivered, holding himself.
"What the hell? What was I just thinking? I-I don't wanna kill anyone… right?" he stuttered, gulping in fear.
Suddenly, he heard a shrill scream!
It sounded like a woman scream and the creepy part, was that it sounded like it was from inside the house… Inside his dad's bedroom. He didn't know if he wanted to get up and check what it was. Something was telling him to stay put, and that was his heart. But his brain was telling him to get up and check it out. He honestly thought of listening to his heart, but curiosity overcame that and his brain won. However, just for safety, Charles went into the kitchen and got the sharpest knife he could find. It wasn't giant or tiny, just right!
(A/N: What is this, Goldilocks and the 3 Bears?)
He held the weapon tight in his hands and made his way towards the bedroom where the scream was coming from. He heard again twice halfway there. He was tiptoeing and going slowly, so, it was taking a while.
He soon reached the door which was chipped and half-broken and breathed in and breathed out. He opened his eyes and reached for the rusty doorknob. He turned it and threw the door open. He thrusted out his knife in defense, just in case he ran into someone dangerous.
"Who's there?!" he demanded.
"Charles?"
The voice sounded all too familiar to him. He opened his eyes and saw his dad sitting up in bed and staring at him wide-eyed.
"D-Dad?! What the heck are you doing here?!" he asked in a shocked tone.
"I live here, dumbass." his dad muttered in a sour tone.
Charles' cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he bit his lower lip in shame. Just then, he remembered the screams he heard.
"Hey, Dad? What were those… screams?" he asked.
His dad pointed to the T.V.
"I was watching a horror movie, and a girl got slaughtered by the bad guy." the older man explained.
Charles looked at the T.V. and saw that it was off. His dad lied to him.
"Liar! The T.V. is off! How can you be watching a movie, when the T.V. isn't even on?!"
Even though he snapped, his dad just shrugged it off like it was nothing.
"Hell if I know, the stupid cable fucks up at times." he spoke lightly.
Charles sighed and lowered his knife.
"Yeah… I guess so… Well, I better go do… something…" he droned, walking off.
"Charles," his dad spoke up, making his son turn back for a moment.
"I love you," he smiled slightly.
Charles' eyes widened for a second, then he smiled.
"Yeah, I love you too, my old man."
Charles then turned away to leave when suddenly-
"LET ME OUT YOU MURDERER!~"
Charles jumped and lunged his knife out again.
"What the hell was that?!" he screamed in a startled tone.
It sounded like it was coming from the closet in the room. It sure as fuck wasn't the T.V., unless he just turned it back on again. He looked and saw it was still off. Now Charles was getting really scared… He slowly walked towards the closet, and his dad was getting worked up!
"Charles, get away from there!" he demanded.
Charles didn't listen. His dad tried again, but louder, but the young boy still didn't listen. Before his dad could get up and stop him, Charles swung the closet door open and out fell a person! Well, several persons. One of them was a lady who was bloody, bruised, battered, and everything! The others were men and two women, and they were dead! Charles gasped and his eyes shrunk in fear! The sight and smell of the corpses and the blood that surrounded him and decorated the floor in a crude way made him feel sick to his stomach. The beaten woman looked up at him with a tear stained face. She had various injuries on her. She had two black eyes, a bloody nose that he was pretty damn sure was broken, gashes on her arms and face, and she appeared to be gravely ill.
"W-Who a-a-are y-y-y-you?!" Charles asked in a scared tone, feeling his stomach churn and do flips.
"T-That bastard, son of a fucking bitch raped me and kept me here. He t-t-tortured me and m-mu-murdered all these innocent people!" the lady stuttered, shaking and coughing.
Charles gasped and dropped his knife. How could his dad do such a terrible thing?! How long has he been doing it?! Looking at the lady and the corpses, and taking this all in, made him lose it. He screamed and bent over as his vomit spilled out of his mouth and onto the carpet. Even after finishing throwing up, he still felt his stomach churn and produce more. His gastric, acidic juices ate away at the back of his throat and killed him in every bad way possible. He coughed and started crying salty, warm tears; they too falling onto the carpet. The lady scrambled getting up and tried running out the door, but halted when-
*BAM!*
She twitched for a moment then fell flat on her face, a pool of her own crimson blood surrounding her. Charles gasped and turned back to see his father pointing a gun out. He had shot her…
"Bitch… I couldn't let her leave… She'd be a witness…" he muttered.
Charles couldn't take it anymore!
"H-How could you?! I thought you loved me!" he shrieked.
His dad stared at him with an indescribable expression.
"I do love you! I always have! But do you expect me to just stay calm when your mom is dead and I have issues?! Besides, watching innocent people suffer is quite enjoyable!" then he broke out into maniacal laughter!
Charles cried more and more. This couldn't have been happening!
"Stop it!" he pleaded, but his dad kept laughing like a maniac.
"Stop it! You're being weird and scary!" he tried again.
It didn't work.
"Ah… if only you shared my enthusiasm, Charles! You really had me scared, coming in here with a knife!" he continued to laugh.
Charles gasped and started shaking like crazy. He didn't know why, but he felt so angry that he could just… he could… just….
His dad stopped laughing and opened his eyes. They shrunk when he saw his son now by his bedside. His head was hung low so his eyes weren't visible. In fact, his hair was covering them.
"Charles?" his dad asked.
He reached for him, but then was shocked by his hand grabbing his wrist. He then dug his nails into his flesh, making him bare his teeth.
"Ow! What are you-"
Suddenly, Charles whipped his head up, revealing an angry expression on his face.
"You murderer!" he screamed.
He then drew his knife upwards and cut the older man's stomach open! He fell off the bed and held his stomach as blood drooled out of it and stained the floor and his shirt.
"C-Charles! What the fuck are you-?!" he looked up and gasped in fear.
Charles stared down at him, his knife in hand overhead. His eyes were shrunken down and his teeth were bared, and he looked freaking terrifying.
"W-Wait a second! This isn't funny!" his dad pleaded.
Charles showed no mercy and tackled him to the ground! He started stabbing him all over.
"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! FUCKING DIE!"
With one final blow to his forehead, the older man fell still and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Charles panted and stood up. His clothes were now stained with his father's cold blood. His dad had several stab wounds in the stomach and chest, a cut open stomach, and a giant stab mark in his forehead. Charles knew he had just committed a terrible, awful, flat out tragic crime. And on his dad, nonetheless… He didn't know why, but for some odd reason, he liked doing it. His lips curved into an evil smirk. All his judgement clouded up with a dark gray storm cloud, filling his mind with nothing but rape, cannibalism, bondage, and murder. He knew the cops would be here soon and he knew had to make a run for it.
(A/N: Insert Secret by the Pierces here.)
He didn't care what happened beyond now… all he wanted to do was kill… kill….. kill…
Soon, I was learning different ways of torture and murder. Voodoo, being a sociopath, you name it…
End of Flashback… My POV…
I stared at my ginger friend with an expression of shock, hurt, and concern. He shifted his blue eyes away and rubbed his arm.
"I know it's not exactly a warm tale, but that's how it happened… Everyone soon started calling me the Lakeshore Strangler, so, I went with it." he explained.
He then felt tears well up in his eyes. He started to sob and choke.
"I didn't wanna do it! But I had to!" he cried out.
I then moved closer to him and picked him up. I sat him in my lap and cuddled the pain away.
"Shh… It's okay… It's okay… It's all over… It's all over now…" I whispered tenderly, stroking his red hair.
He buried his face in my chest and sobbed sadly and happily. Sadly because of the story, and happily because I was there for him.
(A/N: Insert Far Away by Nickelback here until I say stop.)
"I love you…" he sobbed, hugging me tighter.
"I love you more… My little Chucky Ray…" I whispered as tenderly as a mother, closing my hazel-green eyes.
I started crying softly along with him.
"Promise me we'll be together forever, Emilee." he pleaded, pulling away and looking up at me.
I smiled at him.
"You will be my friend forever, right?" he asked, his blue eyes shaking.
I grabbed his shoulders gently and brought him closer.
"Count on it," I whispered in his ear.
He smiled at me and pushed a lock of his hair away from his eye.
We decided it was getting late and it was time to head home.
We left the little "place" and stood on the edge of the sidewalk. It was now dark out and hardly any cars were out.
"You think we'll be okay?" I asked him.
He nodded. I held out my hand and he took it gladly. I smiled at him and closed my eyes. Even though my eyes were closed, I could feel him smiling back. We then started heading home.
(A/N: Stop.)
By the time we got back, it was already 8:30 p.m. and we were tuckered out! Well, I was, anyway, Chucky was still wide awake. I offered to tell him a bedtime story, and when I did, he laughed.
"What are we, kids?" he joked. I laughed along with him.
"If you don't want one, I'll understand." I said, heading for my room.
Then, I felt a warm plastic hand grab my flesh one.
"Ah, ah, ah! I didn't necessarily say no, did I?" Chucky tisked.
I smiled at him.
I asked him which story he wanted to hear, and he said for me to make up one. I thought long and hard about it and eventually I came up with one. It went something like this:
A little girl rushed up to her mother and asked, "Mama, what are angels?"
The mother chuckled and looked her daughter in the eye.
"An angel is a very special kind of person… One who you'd never expect to meet, but is always watching over you." she explained.
"Can I be friends with an angel, Mama?" The daughter asked hopefully.
The mother chuckled and nodded.
"Yes, you can, my daughter. Your angel will fly by your side, holding you tightly. Your angel will play with you all day. Your angel will be there for you when you're happy, and when you're lonely and sad." she explained.
"Can I fall in love with an angel, Mama?" The daughter asked, blushing and closing her eyes.
The mother chuckled. "Yes, you can my daughter. Your angel will kiss you everyday and everynight; lips tasting like sweet nectar to a bee. If you love your angel, and your angel loves you back, then your love will last forever..." she explained, petting her daughter's hair.
"Can I marry an angel, Mama?" The daughter asked, placing a hand to her heart.
The mother chuckled. "Yes, you can, my daughter. You will have the biggest wedding of all, and look like a princess. You'll raise a family of little ones that you MUST love each and every day. There will be trials, but as long as you have each other, and love each other, you'll be the most warm, loving family ever…" she explained, staring upwards towards heaven.
Just then, the daughter grew worried and scared.
"Will my angel… ever leave me?" she asked in a timid tone, tears welling up in her eyes.
The mother sighed softly and closed her eyes. "Yes… Even angels have places they must go someday… You will not follow your angel… Not yet… Not until the time is right…"
Then, the daughter looked up at her mother with shaking blue eyes. Then, her mother placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Mama, will I become an angel someday?" The daughter asked.
The mother chuckled. "Yes, yes you will, my daughter. And you'll fly with your angel forever…" she explained truthfully.
The daughter and mother embraced and exchanged I love you's.
Above them was a figure with shimmering, white, feathery wings who smiled down at them.
The End…
Chucky looked up me and cried a little.
"That was a lovely story…" he sobbed.
I smiled and petted his hair. I then placed a kiss on his forehead and headed towards my room.
"Emilee?" Chucky called.
I turned around to face him.
"Hm?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Will you be my angel?" he asked, twiddling his thumbs.
I smiled at him.
"Only if you'll be mine." I answered.
He nodded.
"Night-night, Chucky." I said, turning the light out.
"Goodnight," he said back, laying down.
I headed into bed and pulled the covers. I sang "Come Little Children" to lull me to sleep.
Done! Hey, I know it's been awhile since this story was updated, but I've been busy with other stories and school. I have in school suspension today, so, I can't really… Do much. But, I'll do what I can. Besides, I wanna finish Sister Swap first.
Shadow: Then you'll finish "My Time in Hinamizawa"?
Yep! Then, maybe this one? I dunno… Also, the story I told Chucky is based off an MLP comic I saw once.
R&R!
