Glenda's P.O.V
"Oh, being a doll isn't as fun as I remember it." Mom replied, looking at the her surroundings that seemed to have grown.
In huffed a reply before turning to Glen, who was blinking rapidly. I giggled before punching him lightly on the shoulder.
"It's real, bro." I reassured.
"That's what I was afraid of." He grumbled as he tried walking in his doll legs.
"Okay, we need to get out of here before the cops arrive." Chucky said, trying to sound calm but instead grinded his teeth and sounded irritated.
"Whatever." I answered as I swiftly brushed by him.
He gave me a glare, but I pretended not to see it. He turned to mom, who just smirked and calmly whispered, "She's a teenage girl, what do you expect?"
Mom calmly swayed past him and followed me out the back door. We didn't need to walk into a bunch of paparazzi and police, we had to sneak out the back. I started to walk off of the porch when dad asked, "Do we even have a plan?"
I stopped and was about to say a witty comeback, but mom placed a soft hand on my shoulder and replied in her sweetest tone, "I have some nosy neighbors that we could, uh, bunk with." She finished her sentence evilly, but strangely still sounded sweet.
Dad smiled evilly as a reply, and stepped beside mom. It only took about ten minutes until we reached a large home. It had a koi pond in the front and tall bushes surrounding it. I stared in awe at the creepy shadows that lurked the side of the place.
"Okay, let's do this." Chucky said, pulling out his knife and smiling at the blade.
I went to pull out mine, but remembered I left it in Andy's stomach. I smiled at the image of him laying in his blood. I guess it was is one of the only spots I'd like to be if it wasn't in my pocket. I looked up from my pocket to see dad handing me his exact-o-knife. I smiled happily as I took the knife from his plastic hand.
"See, I knew this would come in handy." I giggled as I clicked the exact-o-knife up.
I skipped my way to the door of the mansion. I dragged a lawn-chair over to the door, then hopped onto it. I reached the doorbell and pressed a few times to make sure they knew someone was at the door. I heard thumping behind the door and raced behind the opening door. I quietly placed my exact-o-knife under the door to keep it from locking.
"Huh." I heard a male voice huff.
The door closed, but not all the way, due to my smartness. I jumped back up onto the chair and turned the doorknob. Mom and dad waited on the porch as I swung the door open. We all rushed in, except Glen, he just waited at the doorway. I tried to wave him in, but once he heard the screaming in the background he decided not to come in until we were finished.
"Suit yourself." I shrugged.
I turned around and waddled into the first room, there was blood everywhere.
"Jesus! What did you do to him? That is totally awesome!" I squealed as I rushed over to mom.
"What can I tell you, I'm just too good." Mom replied giving a smile at Chucky.
The house was already cleared out, so I didn't get to kill anybody. Grah, I blame Glen. After an hour we had the blood and bodies cleaned up, so Glen wouldn't puke. We finally got him to get inside after bribing him. I can't hurt him for a week.
"When can we kill Andy's family?" I asked out of boredom.
"When we get off the news." Dad answered in the same bored tone.
"Bored, bored and more bored." I mumbled in response.
Just as dad was about to respond, we heard sirens outside of our yard. We all waddled over to the windows to peek. Police cars surrounded the house. Did they know that we were in here? Or did they want to talk to the neighbors?
"Oh, no." I whispered in fear.
"It's fine. We can sneak out the back." Chucky said calmly.
"Dad, there is no back door." I replied still staring out the window.
"Oh." He said quietly.
"Sweetface, there's a man coming!" Mom said in panic.
We all tried to race upstairs before he entered, but he knocked the door down as we were in the middle of the stairs. We immediately went into doll mode as he approached us. More officers followed him in.
"Hey, check this out!" A cop yelled pointing at us.
Before the other officers came, dad threw his knife at the man's chest, then grabbed the man's knife before running up the steps. We followed him in a mad dash. Some cops stayed and tried to help the dead officer and others marched up the steps. Dad shot them one by one as they came up.
"I'm out of bullets!" He Chucky yelled frustrated as he threw his gun.
I searched the room for any weapons and smiled at a glass shelf that held candles, matches and alcohol. I smiled as I grabbed a bottle and threw it at the officers. I grabbed a match and lit it against the side of the box. I cackled as I threw it down. I watched with a smile as I saw the officers scream in pain. The fire danced on their body and swayed with their every move.
"Woah." Chucky said in awe of the beauty.
"Now that was fun." I giggled.
After awhile the fire died and the house smelled of smoke.
"I want to watch Andy Barcley die, along with his family." Chucky evilly, stuck in thought.
"Well, we can't do that here." I whined with my eyes still glued to the burned bodies.
"You're right, we have to take one of those cop cars and wait at his house for his family." Dad agreed.
"Okay, but I am not driving." Tiffany whined as she smoothed her dress.
"Then it's a plan." I smirked.
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