Disclaimer: Not mine. Fuck off. Except Chucky. He can go on doing…never mind. Don't ask.

A/N: This is mildly disturbing, but I think I'm officially in love with Chucky, so I'm gonna try to keep the romance in check, but who knows how well it'll work.

I also just got a Chucky doll (I love you Abbie!), and it would be sitting on my lap but my mom is evil, so he's in bed, waiting for me.

Abbie, I love you so much for helping me pay for my Chucky doll, I've decided to work you into my story. Consider it my thanks. I'm not gonna give away how I do it, but don't get mad at me. Please. You know I love you.

xOxOx

I sat down. "Ok. We have to get out of here somehow so we can find Tiffany before she finds us."

"You don't care?" Nicole asked.

"Care about what?"

She sighed. "Never mind. But I think I know how we can get out."

"Why didn't you say anything before?" I asked angrily.

"Do you want to hear the idea or not?"

I glared at her. "What is it?"

"See, all I have to do is start screaming. A police officer comes to check out what's making that noise. Eventually he traces it to our locker. He opens the door, you slit his throat."

"And what about all of the other officers?"

Nicole smiled evilly and opened one of the evidence bags. "Lookie what I found."

"Tiff's gun," I drawled. "Now, that changes things."

Nicole started screaming. "Help! Help me, please! Isn't anyone there? Get me out of here! Please, please help me!"

She sounded pretty convincing. Then again, she was claustrophobic.

Soon enough we heard footsteps and a door open. "Hello?" a voice said. "Ma'am? Are you in here?"

Nicole started banging on the door. "I'm in here! Oh, god, get me out!" Then, to add some flare, "He's gonna kill me!"

"What the fuck?" the cop whispered. Keyes jangled, the lock gave and the door swung open. He shone a flashlight in my face. "Jesus Chr-" He started to scream, but I slit his throat. His eyes, wide open with fright and wonder, glazed over. He collapsed.

"Come on, let's get out of here," I said, and jumped onto the body. Shorter distance, softer surface.

"I don't want to leave," Nicole said softly. "I'm scared. It's safe here."

"You don't want to leave?" I bellowed. "You fucking bitch! Get your shiny, plastic ass out of there!"

"You're so fucking self-centered!" she screamed back at me.

Once I had the cop's gun in my hand, I could give her my full attention.­ "I'm self-centered? I risked my fucking life for you! What more could you want?"

"Maybe for you to ask my opinion? Maybe-"

Three cops ran in the door, interrupting her. I turned to them and emptied the gun. They dropped. "Ask your opinion?" I hissed. "Ask your opinion on what, doll? We didn't exactly have time for a long, detailed conversation how I should kill Tiffany. Come to think of it, we don't have time for this one, either! Now get down!"

Nicole laughed and held up her hand. The amulet dangled from it. "No, Chucky. I want you to promise me that you'll pay more attention to me from now on. I want you to promise to take better care of me than Tiffany. Most importantly, I want you to promise me that we can finish this conversation."

I shot the floor of the locker a full millimeter before her feet. She screamed.

"You fucking bastard!" she yelled, and threw the amulet at my head. I reached up and grabbed it before it could hit me.

"Smart, Nicky. Give away your only bargaining piece." I thought I could hear sirens, but I was too angry to tell for sure. Could she be any bitchier?

"Fuck off."

"Fine," I spat and started to walk out of the room. I figured she'd come after me, and if she didn't, then she wasn't worth it. Part of me said that was bullshit, but I ignored it.

"Why do you have to be so mean?" she cried.

I stopped. Thinking about it, it was an interesting question. Why was I always so mean? It was fun, I guess, but like so many, the fun wore off. Was it just a habit then? Like killing had become?

Wait, hold up. What was I thinking? I was mean because I am mean. That's just how I am. You could say I was born that way. And what right did she have to question that?

"I am mean," I said, slowly turning around to face her, "because it is in my nature. I am mean because I like to be. I am mean because it gives me satisfaction to see people, people like you, pissed as hell at me. I find it terribly amusing."

"That's bullshit," Nicole snapped. "Everybody is inherently good. You weren't born mean; something or somebody made you that way. Don't be a coward, Chucky. Own up to the truth: you made yourself this way because you're scared. You're weak. You just don't want people to know it. And, frankly, it's sort of pathetic. Everybody has their problems. Everybody has their insecurities. It's what makes us human."

I laughed. "I'm not human, hon. I'm a fucking doll."

Her eyes narrowed. "You know what I mean."

I decided that I didn't hear sirens after all. For once. But that didn't mean it was a good idea to hang around here for much longer. And, infuriatingly enough, I did want her to come with me.­­­­­­­ Why the fuck did I always have to fall for the fiery, obnoxious ones?

I sighed. "If I promise to finish this with you later, can we split?"

"You promise?"

"Yes."

Nicole jumped down. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

"I promised later, not now. Now just do me a favor and shut up." A good night's sleep. That's all I needed. But where was I gonna get that? "Are there any hotels around here?"

"How should I know? We're in your hometown, not mine."

Oh, that's right. And that meant… "Come on. My old house is abandoned. We can crash there."

"How long a walk is it?" Nicole asked nervously, following me down the hall and out of the barracks.

I rolled my eyes. "A five minute drive."

"So how long to walk?"

"I don't know!" I snapped. "Math isn't my forte, you know?"

"And what would be? That perma-erection you've had since I've met you?"

I froze. Nicole actually walked into my back. Idiot. And there really wasn't anything I could say to that. So I started walking again.

She giggled. "That's what we decided my girlfriend would have if she had a dick."

I whirled around. "Your girlfriend? You have a fucking girlfriend and you didn't tell me?" I was too angry to think. I was seeing everything through a red cloud. She had a girlfriend. She was fucking gay. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"She broke up with me the night before I met you. That's the only reason I was with my sister in the first place, because I was too depressed to do anything else," Nicole said as if that explained everything.

"So you're gay."

"Bi," she replied. When she saw my expression, she said, "As in bisexual," as if she was talking to a very small child.

"I know what bi means, idiot," I snapped. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why does it matter?" She sighed. "Look, I'm really tired and I wanna get to your house so I can sleep. If you're so homophobic you can't stand being around me, then I'll go, but I want to know."

"I'm not homophobic," I said, and started walking. She followed.

"Is there anything else you want to know about me?" Nicole asked. "Anything else that might cause you to hate me?"

"What was her name?" I asked. "How long were you going out for? Why'd she break up with you?"

"I'll tell you, but you're gonna have to tell me why you care so much," Nicole said. "Her name was Abbie Holland. It was our five month anniversary, my 15th birthday. She broke up with me because she said I cared more about my obsessions than I did about her."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're only fifteen?"

"You got a problem with that?"

I shrugged. Ages were a lot less important when you're a doll. "What obsessions?"

"I dunno. The X-Files. Artemis Fowl. My Chemical Romance." She blushed a little. "You, mostly."

I made myself keep on walking. She had shocked me into stopping enough to last a lifetime. "Whaddya mean?"

"I dunno. I've always had a thing for serial killers. You just happened to be real. And a two-foot tall doll. She had a sort of obsession about that. She kept on yelling that you were only two-feet tall. She thought I spent too much time watching those movies they made about you and Tiffany. And Glen."

I laughed. I couldn't help myself. It pretty funny, if you thought about it. Nicole's girlfriend broke up with her because she had an obsession with serial killers, namely me, and I found her. "I knew there must be a reason why I like you."

She smiled vaguely. "Yeah. I miss her, though. We spent so much time together. And, at least until she snapped, she was the only person I knew who didn't mind me spazzing out about random people. Or dolls."

"What about your parents?"

"My mom died of cancer when I was twelve and my dad got killed in a car accident earlier this year. Don't wanna talk about them, though. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure." It occurred to me that I could use that to my advantage. What can I say? I'm mean, remember? "How'd sis end up with that guy?"

"Quid pro quo, Chucky. Why do you want to know all that, especially about Abbie?"

That sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite remember what from. Besides, I had more important things to worry about. Like what I was gonna say. "We have a long walk. It's around midnight, and I need to do something to keep you awake. I don't want to end up carrying you the whole way."

"Oh would you? Pretty please? I'll do anything for you, I promise!" Nicole squealed.

I rolled my eyes again. "No fucking way."

"Ass." She yawned again. "If we don't get there soon, you won't have a choice."

"Then hurry up."

xOxOx

I want to write more. Really, I do. But school starts up again tomorrow and I gotta get at least some sleep.

Sorry about that, Abbie. But at least I mentioned you. And eventually you'll end up breaking up with me because I'm too spazzy and care too much about my obsessions. Not that I care more about them than you, of course. But I can understand how it could seem that way. At any rate, we still have a couple months left till my birthday.

Besides, it's almost midnight and I'm fucking tired and most likely delirious.