Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all sick of it, but I have to do it: I don't own Chucky, Tiffany, Glen or anything else from the movies. I own Nicole and any other OCs and the story.

A/N: This chapter is not coming easily. I've started it at least three times already, and it refuses to write. Sorry it took so long to post, but it just wasn't cooperating.

And thanks to Mom for the raindrops on roses part.

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Nicole froze. I pulled away, looking at her curiously. I wasn't quite sure why I had done that, and I don't think she was either. I was feeling so unlike myself that I actually shook my head. I could hear sirens in the distance and tried to at least think of a plan, but nothing came.

"Chucky?" Nicole said. "Police are coming."

Avoidance. Great idea. Reassessment of the situation: Nicole and I were in a graveyard with a dead doll, a pile of doll's clothing and a dead body in a nearby van with our fingerprints all over everything. There was no immediate way of escape. Conclusion: More evidence bags.

"Barbie mode," I said.

"What?"

Oh, right. Tiffany knew about that, not Nicole. "No talking, no moving."

"Another night in evidence, eh?" she said, but did what I told her to do.

I don't think I really need to repeat what happened between then and when we could talk again. In all honesty, I don't remember most of it. I was lost in memories of Tiffany where she suddenly became Nicole. I kept on trying to replay what happened tonight, but my mind wouldn't let me. The more I didn't think about it, the more I forgot. I thought Glen was had been there, but I wasn't sure anymore.

By the time Nicole had ripped her way out of her bag and had opened mine as well, I had blanked out most of the night. I remembered seeing Tiffany, and something strange happening with Nicole, but that was it.

"Chucky?" she said. "Are you ok?"

"Uhh…" I couldn't come up with anything more coherent than that. Actually… "Is my knife here?"

"Yeah," Nicole replied, and handed it to me.

I took it, and suddenly I saw the knife sliding into a doll's back, and blood pouring out of the wound. Then it was gone, and I couldn't exactly remember what the memory was in the first place. "Thanks." Nicole was looking at me strangely, like I should be saying something. Another thought flashed through my head, but this time I didn't even see what it was. "What?" I snapped.

She turned away. "Nothing. So, are you gonna get us out of here?"

I thought about asking her why we were here in the first place, but I figured that getting out of here was more important, and that I could ask her later if it seemed important enough. I turned and looked at the lock. I frowned. It was much bigger than all of the other times, and I wasn't sure if I could break it or not. Maybe the police were finally starting to wise up.

"Well?"

"Shut up and let me work," I snapped, and started banging on the lock with my knife. Not so much as a dent. "Fuck."

"What?" Nicole moved over to where I was and looked over my shoulder at the lock. "Is there something wrong?"

"Considering your mentality last time we were in here, no nothing's wrong at all," I said.

"What're you talking about?" she said shakily.

"Don't you remember? You didn't want to leave. And now you've got your wish." Her eyes got all wide and I could see she was about to scream. I clapped my hand over her mouth. "I don't care how fucking claustrophobic you are, you can't scream. Do you understand me?"

Nicole nodded. She took a deep breath when I moved my hand and curled herself into a ball. "I am very, very scared," she said quietly.

"Calm down. We'll get out of here eventually," I said, even though I knew no such thing. The last time I couldn't get out on my own, I had waited ten years. And she knew that. So I didn't think I was being all that reassuring. I really wished I could've blamed her for this, but since I didn't remember anything, I was out of luck. For all I knew, this had been my idea.

Nicole look away and whispered something very, very quietly that sounded like "Could I have some macaroni?"

I sighed. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

She glared at me. "Fine then. Be that way."

"Be what way?"

"You can't bear to hold me just long enough for me to calm down? You were the one who came up with this plan, remember?"

No, actually, I didn't. But at least I understood what she was talking about. "Oh, you want me to hold you," I said.

She glared at me. "What did you think I said."

"Something about macaroni."

She snorted. "No, not exactly."

I shuffled over to Nicole and wrapped an arm around her.

"Thank you," she whispered, and settled down so her head was in my lap.

"No problem." Except it was. A big problem. I was happy that she was lying on me…a little too happy, if you get my drift. I tried to think about things that would turn me off…Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…

Nicole rolled over so that she was looking up at me. Her head was resting directly on my…problem, and I wondered if she could feel it. Part of me, a big part, wished she could, but whatever little common sense I had hoped she didn't.

"What're we gonna do?" she asked. "What if we really can't get out?"

"I promise we will," I said nonchalantly, or so I hoped.

"I don't trust your promises. You promised both me and Tiffany that you weren't lying, so obviously you were lying to one of us."

I had no idea what she was talking about. We had seen Tiffany? I had lied to her? I knew that I couldn't remember what happened earlier tonight, but seeing Tiffany? I didn't think I would forget that. And what exactly was I supposed to say to that? It seemed that I should say I was lying to Tiff, but I had no fucking clue. And to admit I didn't remember would be too big a blow to the ego than I wanted to take.

"What does it take to get you to believe a person?" I said, comfortable with my neutrality.

She sighed and rolled over again. Jesus Christ, if she didn't stop that soon, there would be no question of her noticing. In fact, there was little chance as it was. I wanted to get up more than anything, but I figured this wouldn't be the best time.

"Nothing. Never mind. I'm sorry." Nicole didn't say it like she was being sarcastic, as would make sense. She said it as if she actually believed it.

"Sorry?" I asked incredulously. "What do you have to be sorry for?"

"Telling you to give her the amulet. You should've just let her kill me and run. Then you wouldn't be here in the first place."

Okay, seriously, what the fuck was she talking about? Something about the Amulet of Damballa? It was starting to make a little bit of sense. Tiff had come for the amulet and taken Nicole hostage.

"And then you wouldn't have had to kill her and Glen would still be alive."

Glen died? Because I killed Tiffany? I pushed Nicole off my lap. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I shouted. "I wouldn't kill my own fucking son!"

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Chucky?" she whispered. "Chucky, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" I bellowed. "What's wrong with you?"

Nicole started crying. I almost felt bad for her. If she really thought I would kill my own son, there was something seriously fucked with her. I was bad, but I wasn't that bad, for Christ's sake!

"I saw you!" she stammered. "I was there! Don't you remember?"

"No, I don't!" I yelled. "I don't remember anything!" I felt lost, so lost. I had never felt like this before. Tiffany and Glen were dead? I had killed them? I could understand Tiff, but Glen? It didn't make any sense. And not remembering something that big so strange. Like maybe there was something actually wrong with me, like Tiff always said.

"Nothing? You really don't remember anything?"

"No." I felt defeated. That was it. I was bigger and badder than everyone out there, and nobody ever defeated me. Except, apparently, my own head. "I don't."

"Not even…?" Nicole trailed off.

I could feel my heart beating. What could be worse than killing my only family? "Not even what?" I snapped.

She sighed. "It's not important." Then she told me the rest of the night.

I sat down heavily. It made a little more sense. I hadn't meant to kill Glen. But I still didn't remember it, and it seemed like whatever Nicole wasn't telling me was why. "Jesus," I said.

"I'm sorry." She sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. "It'll be ok, I promise."

Something was wrong with her story, though. If I had really killed Tiffany, then why wasn't she in the evidence room with us? I didn't want to say anything to Nicole; she had had a rough night too. Besides, it was pretty obvious if I reminded her where we were, she would freak, and I didn't want to deal with that. I couldn't. I needed to figure out what had happened to Tiffany.

"What aren't you telling me?" I snapped at her. "You have no concept of how important this is. I need to know everything." So maybe I wasn't above scaring her a little. For all I knew, Tiffany could be outside the door right now with a gun. Just because I cared a little about some girl didn't mean I had turned soft.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Where's Tiffany?" I asked.

"Down at the…Maybe in a different compartment?" Nicole asked weakly. "We probably didn't all fit in one."

I shook my head. "Not likely. There are different sizes of storage. Trust me, I've been in fucking huge ones."

"I don't know, but it doesn't have anything to do with Tiffany," she assured me. "Unless…"

I put my hands on her shoulders. "You have to tell me."

Nicole kissed me, and I remembered everything.

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Yes I know it's sort of cliché-y, but it works. Besides, it's longer than usual. And I actually managed to write it. Go me.