Chapter 3: Social Life? What's that?

Psycho: And we're back! So Chucky, now that you and Tiffany are done, let's talk about something I want to know about.

Chucky: Okay. Shoot.

Psycho: Do you have a social life at all, or do you just sit at home and watch old horror movies trying to get ideas on how to torture your next victim?

Chucky: ...

Psycho: Chuck?

Chucky: ...Uh... What's a social life?

Psycho: You know, who are your friends, your enemies? Do you hang out with members of your family in your free time?

Chucky: Why would I want to do any of that stuff?

Psycho: 'Cuz it's normal.

Chucky: Well, as you know, I have lady troubles. I have made friends with a few of the cops. They chase me around and try to shoot me, but always miss! And then I shoot back. It's so riveting to see their blood spill onto the asphault-

Psycho: Gazundheit.

Chucky: -I mean it's just the experience of a lifetime!

Psycho: (looks anxiously at the clock) Thinking: Damn, thirty more minutes with this nutcase!

Chucky: So, what about your social life?

Psycho: Hm?

Chucky: You know, your friends, enemies-

Psycho: i know, I know. But this isn't really about me, it's about you.

Chucky: I'm just curious.

Psycho's thoughts: Well, it would burn up some of the time I have before he gets here...

Psycho: Alright. my social life: My friends and I used to go to the same school, but I had to move away at the end of last year.

Chucky: I'm so sorry... Wait, so you don't hang out with that little hyper girl anymore?

Psycho: We keep in touch.

Chucky: Does that mean there are gonna be no more fanfictions with you and that other girl? (eyes get watery)

Psycho: No, no! We'll still have the fanfictions. We just don't live in the same state anymore!

Chucky: Oh. That's good. Them little stories you write are funny.

Psycho: I'm glad you think so. Anyway, I went to a new school and hung around my friends from church at school, getting to know them a little better. Then I met some other people and started dividing my time up, because my church friends see me on Wednesdays, Sundays, and lunch every day. I finish eating and go hang out with my school friends.

Chucky: Love life?

Psycho: This ain't about me Chucky.

Chucky: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaassssssseeeee!

Crowd: Are you single or not?

Psycho: THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!

Chucky: What? Can you not get a date?

Psycho: (turns red with anger) Why I oughta-! (cell phone rings) Hang on... (leaves the room) Hyello!

: Um, Ms. Psycho... We, uh, can't come.

Psycho: What? But I got him here just like you ordered! I have a serial kilelr in someone else's studio! Do you know what's gonna happen when they find out who I brought! (looks at watch) And the show just ended! Argh...!

: I know, and I'm sorry, but some redhead is holding us up. She says that if we don't get rid of Chucky's criminal file, she'll shoot us! you can figureout what to do. You look like a smart kid.

Psycho:... I hate you. Bye.

: bye. (click)

A/N: Now it gets like a horror movie!

Psycho leaned against the wall and sighed, pushing the cell phone into the pocket of her jeans. She peeked back in the studio. It was empty. Chucky was gone too.

"Damn! When'd he go?" she cursed, taking her hair out of the bun it was in and pulling at the many barettes the make-over people had put in there. She jumped as she heard the door close behind her and standing right behind her was none other than chucky himself.

"Eep! Hey Chucky... What're you still doin' here?" she asked nervously. Chucky had an evil looking smile on his face.

"I heard every word. So, yu think you could set me up, huh? Well, I got other plans toots."

Psycho watched him circle around the room carefull and backed up as he stopped moving and pulled something out of his sleeve.

"Where'd you get that knife?"

Next Chapter: Chapetr 4: Run Forest! Run!