Disclaimer: I still don't own Chucky. Just everything else.

A/N: Here's the next chapter. I was going to add in Alex, but I figured that would turn it into a comedy, so I changed my mind. But I love you anyways! Besides, if I did, you'd probably end up dead. Or Morgan. Definitely your mom. So be happy.

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I was definitely feeling better. A young couple lay dead in front of me, blood still gushing from their freshly cut necks. Oh, yeah, this is what life is all about. A perfect end to a perfect day. Didn't even think about Tiffany once. Nicole's goddamn good distracting when it comes to that. Heh, I wish I could introduce her to Tiffany. That bitch would probably start yelling at me about child molestation. Like she'd fucking care that I haven't touched her.

Nicole turned from the dead bodies and smiled at me. "So, Chucky, what do we do now?"

Then again, if she kept on talking to me like that, I wouldn't last long. I had no fucking clue if she knew what she was doing to me, and I had a sinking suspicion that she didn't. At any rate, I'd be taking a cold shower sometime tonight. "We could fuck."

"Okay!" Nicole had a big smile on her face, and I was pretty sure she was being sarcastic. Then she laughed, and any hopes flew out the window. "Seriously, though. I'd normally go home and watch a movie, but…"

Fuck. She thought the idea was amusing. "What makes you think I'm joking?"

"Uhh…" She stared at me. "I dunno."

I rolled my eyes. "We should find someplace to stay for the night. Police are gonna be swarming all over this place any minute now." That was true; both of the victims had screamed pretty loudly, and I was sure the neighbors had already called the police.

"Like where?" Nicole asked. "Neither of us have a home, or someplace we can go for the night."

"Don't you have any friends who'll let you crash at their house for the night?" I asked her.

"Looking like this?" She gestured to her new doll body. "I don't think so. Especially with you."

"Come on, Nicky. There has to be someplace."

"No! There isn't!" Nicole yelled at me. "I'm sure my house is swarming with cops and there's no chance in hell I'm gonna drag any of my friends into this."

I sat down and put my head in my hands. I had to think quickly. I could already here the sounds of sirens, and if we didn't get out of here soon, we'd be bagged and locked away in a compartment called "Evidence" in the local police station. I had spent way to much time there in the past and there was no fucking way I was gonna stay there again.

"I thought you knew what you were doing," Nicole sighed, sitting down as well. "I thought you'd take care of me."

She was pulling a guilt trip on me. Tiffany used to do that all the time. Bitch. "Yeah, well, I thought you'd know enough to gag them."

Nicole stared at me in amazement. "What the fuck! I told you I've never killed anyone before! I think your exact words were 'Watch and learn,' or was I imagining things?"

No, she wasn't. Just like Tiffany, she was always right. What had I gotten myself into? "On our way here you were telling me about all the horror movies you've seen and all the horror books you've read. So I skipped over the basics. So what? I didn't think you were that stupid."

"Well you didn't gag them either."

I waved the knife in her direction. "You want to be next? Shut up and let me think!" Of course, by now I couldn't really think at all, and I heard the first police car pull up in front of the house. "Great," I snapped. "You just earned us a night in the evidence bag. Don't talk and don't move." This she seemed to understand, because she put her arms and legs out and smiled. A true doll. I did the same thing.

There was a loud knocking on the door. "Police!" a masculine voice shouted. "Open up!" When nobody answered, he busted the door opened. "Oh, God. Killingly, call for back-up!"

Time passes very slowly when you can't move. More police came. They took pictures, dusted for fingerprints, examined the grounds for footprints and, of course, put me and Nicole in bags to take down to the station. Separate bags. So much for my perfect evening.

I spent the next couple hours sitting in my bag, not moving. I got sorta carsick during the ride, and I hit my head pretty hard when they threw me into the locker. Luckily, they put Nicole in the same one as me, so I only had one lock to break open. She had enough sense to stay quiet until I was absolutely positive we were alone in the evidence room.

"Good going, Nicky."

"Fuck you," she hissed.

She didn't say anything else as I clawed my way out of the bag. I felt around in the locker, and smiled when I found my knife. Those idiot police officers. Then again, I suppose it's not their fault. Dolls possessed by demonic serial killers aren't all that common, right? I grabbed the bag she was in and cut a hole in it. Nicole glared at me, not coming out.

"Well? Don't you wanna get outta here?" I asked angrily as I started to work on the lock.

She kicked me in the ass. "Not with you."

I froze. When I could finally move again, I turned around and faced her. "What the fuck is your problem? I'm gonna get us out of here. I've spent ten years in one of these things, and the novelty wears off real quick."

"Ten years?"

"Yeah." As soon as I turned away and went back to work on the lock, I smirked. Maybe she was starting to understand why we had to stick together.

"It takes you ten fucking years to get out of one of these?"

"Only when I'm in pieces. I had to wait for Tiffany to break me out." The lock finally cracked when I said Tiffany's name. Maybe it had something to do with the amount of force I had used…

"Hah."

"Shut up and help me get down from here." I turned to her and held out my hands so she could lower me at least some of the way down.

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

She smirked at me. "I mean no. Jump. It's not gonna kill you. And hey, if it does, then I'll have the amulet and I can turn myself back into a human. I'll just say you had me as a hostage and I escaped. No biggie."

I stared at her. "Do you really wanna turn back into a human?" She didn't seem to have an answer. "Look, could you just give me a hand here?"

"Yeah, fine." Nicole came over and lowered me down so I only had to jump a few inches.

I looked up at her. "So are you gonna come with me or not?"

"Catch me," she whispered, and jumped. As it was, I wasn't expecting it. She crashed into me, sending both of us to the floor. Exactly something Tiffany would do. Why do all the women I meet have to be hopeless romantics?

"Oof," she said, rolling off me. "Why didn't you catch me?"

"I wasn't expecting it," I groaned. "Do you hear any footsteps?"

She listened. "No."

"Ok, good. Next time give me more notice," I said, picking up my knife and walking over to the door.

"Lift me up so I can see if anyone's there," Nicole said.

I did, and she said it was clear. "See if you can open the door," I told her. She turned the knob, and the door opened.

Nicole laughed. "They're so fucking stupid."

I put her down, and motioned for her to be quiet. We crawled out of the room and down the empty hallway before encountering any problems. The main room, which we had to go through to get out the door, were crammed with police officers.

"Isn't there a side door?" Nicole asked. "Like in Scream?"

"Yeah probably," I said, and started to craw in the other direction. Down through the empty hallway and past the evidence room was a back door. I grinned at her. "Guess you're not that bad after all." I lifted her up again, she opened the door, and we were free.

As soon as the door was closed, Nicole yawned. "I'm exhausted. Where do we sleep?"

It was an interesting question. Amazingly enough, I still needed that cold shower. And, eventually, sleep. But that seemed a lot less important than taking care of my problem. Thank god for baggy clothes. "Well we could-"

"Hello, Chucky."

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Yes, it's short. Yes, it's an evil cliffy. But hey, as soon as I upload this, I'm starting in on the next chapter. So don't get too angry.