Hi fellow Charles Lee Ray/Chucky fanatics! So, I guess you can thank my medication, but I have been having uber weird dreams lately and this idea was born! Like everything else I write, its AU timeline, AU EVERYTHING. I am also NOT a Tiffany/Chucky fan, so this of course is a Charles Lee Ray/Chucky paired with another of my OFC.

Chapter 1: Making A Break For It

As soon as he awoke, Charles knew that something was off as he stared momentarily at the dingy ceiling above his head; some distant part of his psyche painfully aware of the small plastic and rubber body that he was back in, as well as the fact that he was in a considerable amount of pain again. He groaned softly as fire arced across his face, chest, and hand and his fucking head throbbed. What fresh fucking Hell was this that he had woken into?

"….Come on Tiffany, don't you think you've kept me waiting long enough?" A whiny male voice asked.

Tiffany? Fuck, I need to get the fuck out of here. The last thing I need is a run in with my Ex…..

"I'm not in the mood. I didn't exactly invite you over here Damian, so get the fuck out." Tiffany replied, shoving the obvious Marilyn Manson wannabe out of her room and passed Charles' position on the floor.

"Fine, whatever. Don't come crying to me later when you do decide you want a little action." Damian grumbled, slamming the door of the mobile home behind him.

Little action seems like good terminology, asshole…. Charles thought

"Fuck off…." She mumbled out loud, blowing out the remainder of the candles she had lit earlier in the failed voodoo ritual and stepping over Charles' doll form; still blissfully unaware that the spell had succeeded, albeit with delayed results….

Charles remained in what he jokingly referred to as "Barbie Mode" until she disappeared into her room and the bathroom beyond, pulling the curtained partition closed behind her. He struggled to sit up as another jolt of pain shot through his head; finally making it into an upright position as he heard water start to run in the bathtub. He crawled painstakingly over to Tiffany's sofa, where he was finally able to pull himself into a standing position slowly.

Charles looked around the semi-darkened room for a few minutes to get his bearings; sofa, table, kitchenette, door. He hobbled over to the kitchenette slowly in search of a knife (his weapon of choice when he was in this body; he couldn't exactly strangle anyone with hands the size of a goddamned toddler). There was only one drawer there, so it was a no-brainer as he reached up and pulled it open, grabbing the only large knife he saw and sliding it quietly shut again.

"What a fuckin' dump," He muttered as he took a last look around before heading out the door as silently as possible. His face and head were still killing him as he hobbled out the door and down the steps, hoping that Tiffany wouldn't miss him until he was far away from the trailer park; or at least as far as his small legs could carry him.

"Fuck my life," He hissed when he felt the first few drops of rain before it began to downright pour in earnest. Charles thought of taking shelter under one of the nearby porches or mobile homes, but thought against it when he heard the loud barking of what sounded like a large dog nearby; all he needed was to be mauled by someone's mutt on top of the pain that he was already in. True, he had the knife, but he liked dogs and he didn't want to gut one unless he had to.

Thirty minutes later, he finally had made it out of the Trailer Park and out onto what appeared to be a rural road lined with a thick cropping of trees on both sides. Leave it to his fucking ex to move to the sticks. Charles hated anyplace rural; first of all, there weren't enough potential victims, second of all; if you did kill anyone, you had the very real possibility that every hick within the city limits would know your victim was missing before the damned body hit rigor. Talk about a goddamned buzzkill.

He had been so lost in his own thoughts and so freezing in the downpour that by the time he realized that headlights had been approaching him from the rear, it was too late to even try hiding in the tree line and Barbie mode was a no-go in the middle of the road in case the asshole driving felt like taking a pot-shot and hitting him.

Charles sighed, wondering just how much more this evening could suck as to his surprise, the car slowed to a crawl beside him.

"Hey, do you need a lift?" A woman's voice called out the window. A young woman's voice.

She can't be talking to me….. I mean, the fuck?

He turned towards the car slowly, thinking that he had to be losing his fucking mind or she had fucking lost hers. He was tempted to turn around to see if she was talking to someone behind him, but he already knew that there was nobody out here besides the two of them. To his further surprise, she leaned across the passenger seat and opened the car door.

"Come on man, you look like you're going to freaking drown and I don't have all night." She pressed as he continued to stare at her for a moment before mentally shrugging and climbing in, the absurdity of a grown-ass woman giving a doll a ride in the rain making him feel like he had taken a hit off a bad blunt.

"Your parents ever tell you it's not safe to pick up hitchhikers?" He asked, unable to help himself as he slammed the door shut and she hit the gas again.

The girl let out a derisive snort and rolled her eyes before snatching a cigarette from a pack of smokes and lighting it with a flick from a zippo.

"Cig?" She offered, ignoring his question.

Charles didn't even hesitate before taking the pack and the zippo and lighting one with gusto, tiny toes curling as the first bit of nicotine hit his system.

"I'm Akishla by the way," She said as she reached into the back seat without taking her eyes off of the road and handed him a blanket to dry off with.

"Charles," He replied as he wrapped up in the blanket.

"Where are you headed?" She asked curiously as he took another drag.

"Didn't really have a destination in mind. I wasn't really expecting to get a ride," He replied, as though that much were obvious.

"You hungry?" She asked as she turned down a deserted side road with trees lining one side and a cemetery on the other.

"I dunno. To be honest, I'm in too much fuckin pain to tell," He replied, wincing as they drove over a pot-hole and the car bounced roughly.

"I can help you with that," She replied with a wink and a smile as she turned off the road and into the cemetery itself.