Chucky had set up the perfect getaway romantic vacation for them both after all this time. Tiff was still trying to get used to his new body but she'd adapted to it faster than he did. Whenever they were in bed together he could only complain about how he missed his little friend and sure it had been nice and all but they were making it work with Nica. Tiff had decided to go to the cabin ahead of him so she could set it up for a big surprise to cheer him up. Make it a little extra special, maybe a nice bottle of red wine, a bunch of roses, a victim tied up in the corner begging for help. Chucky was going to lose his mind though technically according to the court he'd lost his mind in 1982. The red Pontiac 1960 pulled up the long driveway that cut through the forest and over the old bridge. She held her breath a moment, fearing the old creaking planks wouldn't hold the weight of her precious car. Tiff startled a little hearing the light thudding from the truck, almost feeling the car sink as a board cracked and dropped. Hitting the gas the vehicle made it to the other side and with it Tiff could finally relax a little. The thudding from her trunk continued, loud muffled cries making her giggle. "Someone just woke up."
Approaching the cabin Tiff slammed on the breaks and furrowed her brow. "What the hell?" This place was a shithole, it looked like it was falling apart and was now the local crap shack teens went to hook up and do coke. There must be a mistake, she must be at the wrong place. Was there even a house number? She pulled up, mouth agape and shut off her car. Looking for her phone she tried to dial Chucky only to find out there wasn't any service out her. "Shit." Tiff threw it down on the front seat and got out, leaves blowing between her black heels as she stood on the ground. "This place is kinda creepy." Another thud came from the trunk as Tiff went to the back and popped it. Inside a man was curled up, tied and gagged with hair slicked back from a little blood where he had been hit in the back. "Excuse me." Tiff reached over him and pulled out a box with some wine and chocolates and flowers. Carrying the box up the stairs she pushed open the door to the cabin and walked inside, dropping the box and letting out a loud high pitched scream.
Tiff's hands went to either side of her face, fingers curling like claws as she unleashed hell from her lungs. Once the silence returned she threw her hands to either side of her. "Has anyone seen interior decorating this horrible. Even hell looks better than this." She was shouting to herself now, kicking the box aside and walking into the quaint little cabin. A mounted deer hear sat above the fireplace with an old rocking chair in the corner and wallpaper that looked like it was rejected from a 50's catalog for being too floral. "Last time I let a man pick a spot for a romantic weekend getaway." She pulled off her red coat, twirling it around a moment before tossing it down on the old sofa covered in a thin veil of dust. A cloud of grey mist erupted from it's surface as soon as the heavy red fabric had hit it and made Tiff cough. Rolling up the sleeves on her white cherry patterned vintage dress she glanced around the room again and placed her hands on her hips. "A woman's work is never done." She grabbed the bottle of wine heading into the hallway and finding the kitchen. The sink had dirty dishes in it, the fridge was silent, probably not even working.
Putting the bottle of wine down Tiff clapped her hands together and started riffling through the cabinets for any wine glasses. The best she could do though had been coffee cups. "La da deeeee." She started singing to herself and pulling them down blowing a cup out since it was coated in more dust. "Gross." Walking it over to the sink she turned the water on, the pipes rattled and groaned, nothing but a loud hiss escaping where water should have poured. After a while a little brown liquid sputtered out and finally a thick black sludge smelling of iron and rot came pouring out. Tiff quickly turned the sink off and looked back at the wine. "Okay..." She put the cup down and rummaged through the drawers finding a corkscrew. Picking up the wine she put the screw through the cork and popped the top before taking a few big gulps right from the bottle. Sticking the cork back into the top Tiff set it back down the on the kitchen table.
Walking back into the main room of the cabin Tiffany stopped looking down at the ground, something unusual catching her attention. There she saw a cellar door, not all together out of the ordinary if it hadn't been for the large chain wrapped through the latch to hold it shut and the thick padlock keeping the chain from being pulled free. "Ooooo, a sex dungeon. Kinky." She laughed at the idea that it was probably a lovely little torture chamber or at least once she found the key to it then it would be. Her heels clicked over the floorboard as she headed back onto the porch and down the steps to the Pontiac where the male victim was still struggling and screaming. "Oh shut up, we are in the middle of nowhere. No ones going to hear you scream so you might as well just save your breath." She grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the back letting him fall to the ground with a loud thud and a huff. Slamming the trunk shut Tiff crossed her ankles and stood there a moment leaning back into the vehicle. "You know, you're actually kind of cute." She laughed at him. "Maybe I'll keep you alive for a little while and have a bit of fun."
He screamed again through the black gag while Tiffany leaned down and hooked her arms under his so she could drag him towards the cabin. It was a hard job in heels and for a moment Tiff nearly lost her balance when first lifting him up to the steps. "Could you be any fatter?" Tiff growled and put her back into it dragging him up the steps. Once he was inside the cabin she just dropped him, not wanting to put any more effort into moving the lard around the room. It's not like she was a bodybuilder or something who could lift hundreds of pounds. She loved Chucky but not enough to throw out her back for him. Giving the victim a little kick Tiff walked over to the fireplace. "Lets get a nice little fire going." She glanced around unable to find so much as a twig. "What the hell? Who has a fireplace and no firewood?" Rolling her eyes she let her shoulders slump in mild defeat. There had been a toolshed outside, maybe there was some extra firewood there. "You stay put, don't move." She pointed to the man on the floor before stepping over him and heading back out of the cabin and into the woods. By now the sky was getting dark with storm clouds rolling in overhead. The air starting to get that feeling of static and moisture in it that always arrived before a rainstorm.
Again she marched down the stairway, the boards creaking under her weight until one finally cracked and nearly sucked Tiff down into oblivion. If she hadn't had her hand on the railing she would have gone down and been eaten alive by the rickety old stairs but instead Tiff was able to catch herself and pull her leg free. Suddenly Chucky's fat shaming hit her, maybe she could use a diet or maybe these floorboards could just not be 800 years old. Yeah, she was going with the boards being old and rotten vs her needing to drop weight. Who liked diets anyways? Freeing her heel from the boards Tiff slipped it back on and got to the bottom safely. She continued her mission, heading towards the old toolshed standing off to the side of the cabin. Even with the door wide open it was dark inside, she couldn't see a thing. It left Tiff swinging her hand wildly in the dark trying to find a a pull string for the light. If anything hopefully the power at least worked here. Success, Tiff clutched the string and gave it a good pull down with the light sputtering to life and illuminating the small space.
Most people would have screamed at the sight before them, a human skull with mouth agape in a silent scream. It had been held into place by a woodshop clap, a large gash cut into it's dome from what Tiff could only assume was a chainsaw. "Oh, excuse me." She pulled a hand up to her face and playfully bit down on a red nail. "Have you seen any wood around here?" For a moment the jaw moved, Tiff's brow raising in mild curiosity. Was this skull actually going to answer her? She could hear a scratching and then a squeak as a mouse crawled out from the eye socket and ran off from the workbench. "That's what I thought." She huffed and let her eyes wander over to an old ax hanging on the tool rack behind the deceased ex person. "I'll take that thank you." She pulled the ax off the wall and slammed the handle down into her hands taking an almost heroic stance while lightning crashed behind her and the loud crack of thunder roared through the sky. "If you want something done you got to do it yourself."