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A/N: Character death. But it's ok because it has a happy ending. Besides, it's a Chucky story. What do you really expect?

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The first thing I thought when I woke up was how ironic it was that I had wanted to introduce Nicole to Tiffany. Maybe, if I hadn't thought that, none of this would be happening. Who can tell with super-naturally possessed dolls? But it didn't really matter how I got here. What mattered was how I was going to escape without my trusty knife to help me.

"So, you're finally awake," Tiffany drawled. She was sitting on the floor opposite me, gun resting in her lap. "That's good. We'll be at the cemetery in half an hour or so."

I glanced over at Nicole. Still fast asleep. I was starting to formulate a plan, and if I was going to act on it, it would be better if she was asleep. I wouldn't want her to get the wrong impression. "How're you gonna get bodies for you and Glen?" I asked.

Tiffany glared at me. "Glenda and I will find them after I kill you."

"What about Nicole?"

"I'm sure she's not a bad girl. She just got caught up in the romance of psychotics. She can come with Glenda and I."

"And if she doesn't want to?"

"I really think she will."

I shrugged. "Whatever." I slid off the couch, and Tiffany pointed the gun at me. "Stop pointing that at me, Tiff. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Get back on the couch."

I rolled my eyes. "If you insist." I climbed back onto the couch and looked at my wife. "Y'know, maybe we should think about this."

Tiffany laughed. "Don't try to get all romantic on me now, Chucky. It's a little late for that."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ring. White gold and diamonds. I had been saving it to sell, but now seemed like a better time to use it. "Better late than never, right?" I slid off the couch again, and walked towards her. I knew she wouldn't shoot me. She was too curious. I got down on one knee. "I'm gonna ask you again, because I think you need to hear it again. Tiffany, will you marry me?"

I could see her struggling to say no. She wanted to, she really did. But, as always, her romantic side was winning. "You already tried that and it didn't work. Remember?"

"Yeah, but I really mean it this time. I promise I'll do anything for you." I sighed, and looked down at the floor. "I won't deny it. When you first left me, I was fucking elated at the freedom. But I got lonely real fast. I had forgotten how much better it was to kill with someone by your side." I looked into her eyes again. "With you, Tiff. I even tried to get myself another partner," I said, gesturing to Nicole. "But it's just not the same. I love you, Tiff. I really do."

"Oh, Chucky," she sighed, and I thought it had worked. "If only I could believe you." Damn. "Honestly tell me you haven't been sleeping with Nicole."

I smiled. She walked right into that one. I guess she didn't know that I had only just met Nicole. "Not once. I swear. Ask her yourself if you don't believe me."

"How do I know you're not just making this up?" Tiffany asked.

I held out the ring again. "Because this ring is from Tiffany's. It's worth a hell of a lot of money. If I really didn't love you, I wouldn't be giving you my ticket to freedom."

I could see it in her eyes. Whatever else she said was moot. I had convinced her. She took the ring, looking at it carefully. "Well, at least you're not lying about the ring."

I heard Nicole stirring behind me. Fuck. The last thing I wanted was for her to think that I was still in love with Tiffany.

"Chucky? What's going on?" she asked in a sleep slurred voice.

Tiffany laughed. She pointed the gun at Nicole. "What do you think, Chucky? Should I shoot her now, or wait until we get to your grave?"

I forced myself to look Nicole in the eyes. "Why not wait until we get there? Like you said, we're pretty close. In the mean time, she can wallow in self-pity that she wasn't smart enough to realize who she was dealing with."

She stared at me, eyes welling up with tears. "What are you talking about?" she whispered.

"You honestly thought that I cared about you?" I laughed. "Nah. Tiffany thought it would be funny to lure someone into thinking that we had separated. I told you she had a warped sense of humor."

"You fucking bastard!" Nicole yelled. She jumped off the couch and started to run for me. Tiffany fired right next to her, and Nicole yelped. She tripped, and fell down. She looked up at me. "Why?"

"Like he said," Tiffany said, blowing the smoke away from the top of the gun, "it was funny."

I'm not going to lie: part of me was enjoying this. A nostalgic part, reminiscing for the old days. Me and Tiffany against the world. But those days were gone now. Long gone. They had died with my old body, rotting away until they were nothing but a pile of bones locked in a coffin buried beneath ten feet of earth.

I shook myself. This was not the time to be thinking about the old days. This was the time to pray like hell that I was gonna get out of here alive. In other words, to keep Tiffany believing me.

I wrapped an arm around Tiffany's waist. It was disturbing how easy it was to slip back to when I was actually in love with her. "Sorry, Nicole. Maybe if we had met under different circumstances…"

"Mummy, we're here!" Glen called excitedly from the front seat.

Tiffany and I smiled slowly. She pointed the gun at the door. "Get out," she said.

"And don't try anything funny," I said.

Glen opened the door and stepped down. Nicole slid after him, slowly and quietly. Tiffany jumped down after her, and threw me my knife back.

"Kill the driver," she told me.

I would've rather kept him alive for a quick getaway, but that would've been pretty goddamn obvious if I didn't. So I slit his throat, then followed the three down to my grave. I looked at it almost fondly. So many memories.

Tiffany looked at me. "Shall you do the honors, or do you want me to?"

"I think it would be tastefully ironic if the last thing she saw was your face, don't you?" I said. This was all going to have to be timed very, very carefully. Even if everything went as well as I could possibly hope for, it was still pretty goddamn unlikely for me and Nicole to come out alive.

Tiffany giggled. "I do like the way your brain works." She paused. "At least sometimes."

Of course. One of the many, many reasons why I hated her so much.

She walked towards Nicole, gun raised. "Any last words, sweetie?"

Nicole seemed to consider this. "Yeah. I miss my sister," she said, and started to cry. It was a very, very smart thing to do. She had obviously realized Tiffany's soft spot: sad children.

Tiffany looked confused. "Did Chucky kill her?"

Nicole nodded, crying harder. "We…we were b-best friends."

Tiffany turned on me. "How could you do that?"

Ok, so maybe it wasn't all that smart. Now the gun was pointed at me. "Tiff, she and her sister hated each other. Her sister was about to marry an old rich guy for his money. You would've been proud of me for killing them. That bitch," I pointed at Nicole, "is hoping you'll take pity on her and let her go. You can't possibly believe her."

Tiffany thought about it. "You're right." She turned back towards Nicole. "Nice try." Her finger was tightening on the trigger when I stabber her in the back with the knife…for the second time that day. Her hand went limp, and she dropped the weapon. It went off on the way down, shooting Tiffany in the foot. How more ironic can you get? I twisted the knife in her back, enjoying the little sounds she was making. I had been waiting to do this for a very, very long time.

"So sorry, Tiffany," I hissed in her ear. I grabbed the amulet from around her neck and caressed it. There had to be a way to make sure she stayed dead. "Ade due damalla. Give me the power, I beg of you! Mortisma ledipacour demobilesei. Entere pourquese damalla. Sleep eternally!" Nothing happened at first. I sighed and put the amulet back in my pocket. Then all of a sudden Nicole shrieked and I whirled around. Glen was turning into dust and disappearing. That must mean that it had worked. No Tiffany, no Tiffany's kid. But he was my kid to, and I guess I had grown to love him in my own sort of way.

"Glen!" I called out, rushing to where he had been standing. His clothing was in a pile on the ground, but he was no where to be seen. Tears started leaking from my eyes, and I couldn't remember the last time I had cried, if ever.

Of course, that was exactly when Nicole grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around. She slapped again, as hard as she possibly could. It stung like hell, a I bet I had a goddamn imprint of her hand on my face.

"You fucking asshole! I'm gonna fucking kill you! How dare you lie to me like that!"

"In case you hadn't noticed," I snapped, "I killed Tiffany. For good this time. And I ended up killing my only son in the process, so if that doesn't convince you I'm serious, nothing can."

She glared at me. "You lied to me."

"To save your life!"

"Yeah, right. You only did it to save your own fucking skin."

I threw my hands up in the air. "There's no talking to you when you get like this."

"When I get like this!" Nicole screamed. "Oh, I'm so sorry if the fact that you were about to get me killed upsets me! It's just so unreasonable, right?"

So I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed her.

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Yeah I hope I didn't make to many of you cry by killing of Tiffany. Glen I just sorta had to get rid of because he didn't fit in my story line. I know it doesn't really make sense, but you can pretend it does, right?

I know Chucky gets a little sentimental towards the end, but he just killed his son. Even if said son tried to kill him before, I still think he would care. Besides, if you haven't figured it out yet, I am a romantic and I am obsessed with serial killers, and I am convinced that they good underneath their…their whatever it is that makes them serial killers.

It's another evil cliffy of DOOM!