Disclaimer: Don't own Chucky, Tiffany or Glen/da. Other, cooler people do.

A/N: I really want to wait to post this so the cliffy will have a chance to set in but I have to write, so this'll probably be posted a day or so after I actually write it. Even though it's pretty goddamn obvious who it is. At least to me.

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My mood dropped. I'd recognize that voice anywhere. Tiffany…She had followed me. Actually, she had probably tracked me down when she realized I had stolen the amulet from her. She would be wanting human bodies for herself and Glen. She's probably going to try to kill me…Again. But this time I had someone to help me.

"Oh my god Tiffany!" Nicole shrieked. I slapped my head. This was the absolute last thing I needed. She not supposed to freak out. She was supposed to be all tough and cool and help me kill this bitch. Knowing my luck, she'd probably end up going with her. Perfect. Just perfect. At least Glen wasn't here yet. He was probably waiting in a car.

"Chucky, what did you do?" Tiffany asked angrily.

"Hey, she wanted come," I said. As if that would help. At all.

"Omg I love your voice!" Nicole squealed.

Tiffany actually smiled. "Oh, why thank you." How more self centered could she get? Jesus Christ.

"Tiffany, could you fuck off? Please?"

She laughed. "No, I don't think so. But I think we can move this conversation to somewhere a little safer than outside a police station. How did you get caught again? I thought you were the master at avoiding the police." Tiffany led us through a hole in the back of the gate surrounding the station and down a street.

"That's what I said," Nicole replied.

"It was her fault." I glared at Nicole.

"Oh, really."

By then we were reached an RV. Tiffany opened the door. "­Start driving," she said to the man sitting up front. He was in his early forties, and looked terrified. The only reason he hadn't escaped when Tiffany came to get me was because Glen was sitting in the front seat holding a gun. I was pleasantly surprised. Maybe he had changed.

"Hey, Glen, good to see you're learning the family business."

"It's Glenda," Tiffany said before my son had a chance to say anything.

"Can't you let me talk to my son without attacking me?" I asked.

She laughed again. "The attacking is for later. If you don't give me the amulet."

I snorted. "Fat chance."

Tiffany reached down and pulled a knife out of her boot. And she accused me of being a cliché. "I think we can probably work something out, don't you?"

"No, I really don't."

Tiffany sighed as if she had been expecting this. "Then you leave me with no choice." She reached over and grabbed Nicole and held the knife to her neck. Nicole screamed. "Give me the amulet, Chucky."

Of all the things I had expected, this wasn't one of them. Not after all that "We have to stop killing, Chucky" and "Chucky, Killing is evil" crap.

"Give it to her," Nicole pleaded. "Please."

Oh, fuck. I almost thought that she would tell me to keep the amulet and just let Tiffany kill her. Then I would have had more of an excuse to fight ­Tiff. As it was, it would seem like I was fucking in love with Nicole no matter what I did. Great. Thanks, Nicky.

"You heard the girl. Give me the amulet."

Glen turned to us. "Mummy, let her go."

Dear lord, thank you for small children. Tiffany turned towards her son, a pained expression on her face. "But Glenda, I have to so we can get bodies."

"I don't mind being a doll that much," Glen said. "Please don't kill her."

Alright. So maybe it's not all bad that he's a pansy. But I couldn't exactly say that out loud. So instead I threw my knife at Tiffany's back. It went deep into her, and she stopped moving. Nicole screamed again and wrenched herself away, running over to my side of the RV. Go me. Tiffany slowly turned towards me. A trickle of blood ran down the corner of her mouth.

"You bastard," she whispered, and fell over. Dead once again.

Glen screamed. "Daddy you killed her!"

"Son, I had to. One day you'll understand," I said, walking over to him and putting an arm around him. Pansy or no, he was still my son. I glared at the man driving, who was staring at Tiffany with horrific wonder. "Keep your eyes on the goddamn road," I snapped at him. He did. "So, where did Tiffany tell you to go?"

"D-down to some c-cemetery in N-new Jersey," he stuttered.

Chucky laughed. "So she wanted to bury me with my body? She always had a warped sense of humor."

"Daddy, who's the other doll?" Glen asked me.

Oh, yeah. I still hadn't introduced them. I made a mental note of Glen's quick recovery speed, then I said, "Glen, this is Nicole. Nicole, this is…" I actually looked over at Nicole, and I was shocked to see she was pulling the knife out of Tiffany. "Nicole, what are you doing?"

She glared at me. "You asshole. You didn't have to fucking kill her."

I was outraged. I had just saved her life, after she had fucking begged me to, and now she was saying that I didn't have to? This was fucking priceless. "You ungrateful little bitch," I hissed, walking over to her. "You're just as bad as Tiffany. I should kill you, too, and forget you ever existed."

Nicole slapped me. Hard. "I fucking hate you! I have no fucking idea why I wanted to come with you in the first place!" She started crying, and she turned away. I saw her stiffen. "Where'd Tiffany go?" she whispered.

I whipped around. No, she wasn't behind me. I had forgotten how hard it was to kill possessed dolls. "Oh, fuck," I swore as I felt the cold metal of Glen's gun press against the back of my head.

"I'm only going to ask you one more time, Chucky," Tiffany hissed in my ear. "Give me the goddamn amulet."

She didn't really give me much of a choice. Even if blowing my head off didn't immediately kill me, I would be sent to limbo, which fucking sucks. And then when somebody finally did sow me back together, I'd look even worse than I do now. So I pulled the amulet from around my neck and handed it to her.

"Here you go, bitch." I said it almost happily so she would think I had done something to it. It worked.

She glared at me, gun still against my head. "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing!" I said. "Jesus, Tiff, why do you have to be so goddamn suspicious. Maybe I just value my fucking life. Ever think of that?"­ I could hear Nicole crying quietly in a corner of the RV and all I wanted was to get out of here. I was about to collapse from exhaustion, and I couldn't let Tiffany know. At least I wasn't hard any more. That would've just been over the fucking top. "Now could you let us out of the fucking car?"

"Hmm." She fastened the amulet around her neck and then pointed the gun at me again. "No, I don't think so. But I will let you sleep, the both of you. I'm sure you're very tired." So much for the whole not telling her thing. "Give me your knife, and whatever else you have with you."

I held up my hands. "Nicole has my knife, and she left her's in the evidence room."

Tiffany turned on Nicole. "Hand it over."

Her eyes flashed. "And what if I won't?"

Tiffany gestured the gun at me. "Then I'll kill him."

Nicole shrugged. "Go ahead. I was gonna anyways." I stared at her in disbelief. I suppose she could've been acting, but she seemed pretty goddamn convincing. It hurt in some fundamental way, in a way that I didn't think I could feel anymore.

Tiffany laughed. "I know the feeling." She pointed the gun at Nicole instead. "But you've already given away that you want to live. So give me the knife."

I could see Nicole eyeing the distance between herself and Glen, deciding it was too big, and slid the knife across the floor. Tiffany picked it up and tucked it into her boot. "Thank you. There's a couch down there that you two can share. I'm assuming you don't mind." She grinned at me, and I would've tackled her had she not had a gun pointed at me.

"Fuck you," I snapped as I followed Nicole to the couch. I jumped up, and as soon as i felt the soft pillows beneath me, I yawned. Tiffany laughed.

"Nighty-night," she said, and settled down on a chair, presumably ignoring us.

Nicole was already curled into a ball on her end of the couch. She was hugging her knees and her eyes were open very wide. I touched her shoulder.

"You ok?" I asked.

She glared at me. "Fuck off, Chucky," she spat, and turned the other way. I sighed, and lay down, not thinking I would be able to sleep. As it was, I fell asleep almost immediately. Guess I was more tired than I thought.

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Well, there it is. Chapter three.

Notes: When Chucky says "Oh, really" I was so tempted to put in something about the O RLY owls, but I didn't. Just know that I wanted to.

Alex: Sorry if I got you all psyched about adding you in, but it got too funny, and I needed me and Chucky to start fighting, and then I got the idea about Tiffany, so it just didn't work. So sorry. :wipes away a tear: