Chucky Plays Back

A/N: Yes, this story is back. I decided this one was better then the other one that had replaced this one. I did change it, so it should be better then before… I hope.

Chapter 1

Glen and Glenda sat together on Glen's bed and watched TV in silence. Glenda, who was getting bored of the Sci-Fi movie they were watching, kept glancing at the shelf beside the door that held two, two foot tall dolls that Glen had had since he was 5. She wondered why he treasured the dolls so much, and also wondered why Glen had even gotten them in the first place. He never really liked dolls.

Even now she could see fear in Glen's eyes when he's look at the shelf, especially in the direction of the old, '80's fashion, Good Guy doll that looked like someone stuck its head in a blender.

She would laugh at him for being scared of a piece of plastic but it did make her life more fun, many times before she had scared the hell out of him with the Good Guy doll by just placing it beside his bed. She bet the whole block heard him scream the first time she did that to him.

Glen looked at her from the corner of his eye and noticed that she was glancing at the dolls. He figured she would try and bug him about them and ask why he was so scared of them but she remained quiet.

After awhile Glenda became annoyed by the silence that lingered between her and Glen, especially about the dolls. She was also sure that her mother, Tiffany, knew why Glen had fears towards them but like Glen, said nothing about it and for three years it had been that way but Glenda was now convincing herself that it was time to get an explanation no matter what the cost. Something had to have happened or else Glen wouldn't be so scared of them.

"Are you ever going to get rid of those hunks of plastic?" Glenda asked making sure Glen saw where she was pointing.

"Why should I?"

"Because dipshit, I see how fucking scared you are of them!"

Glen shot a glare at her. "I'm not scared of them! They just remind me of some bad things."

"Why do you keep them then, huh? If they give you nightmares then get rid of them!"

"I didn't say they gave me nightmares!" Glen snapped.

Glenda was now fed up with it. "Damn it, Glen! You're fucking scared of those dolls and that means you get rid of them! There's no reason to keep something that scares you and reminds you of bad things!"

"I don't care about that, I'm just keeping them because Mom gave them to me, is there something wrong with that?" Glen asked angrily as he shut the TV off. Without waiting for her answer Glen leapt out of bed and went quickly out the door with Glenda immediately at his heels.

"Are you going to cry you big baby?" Glenda teased.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Glenda!" Glen screamed.

"Someone's got an attitude!"

"MOM," Glen yelled, "Get Glenda off my God damned back!"

"Momma's boy, momma's boy, momma's boy," Glenda started chanting as they both ran into the den where their mother sat reading a script. She looked up and glared at Glenda.

"Stop teasing your brother," she warned.

Glenda pouted. "But Mom, he won't tell me why he doesn't like those dolls and why he won't get rid of them!"

Tiffany sighed. "Sweet face, that's none of your business, leave Glen alone."

"Mom! You don't keep something you don't like!" Glenda snapped.

"Glenda, he didn't say he didn't like them, they just bring some uneasy memories," Tiffany said, "And don't snap at me like that ever again, do you hear me?"

"Fine then," Glenda growled and ran back upstairs.

Glen's eyes widened and he shot up after her. He hoped to God that she wasn't in his room messing with the dolls; he'd kill her if she was. Even though killing made him very uneasy, Glen knew that Glenda had pushed it enough over the years to the point of making her a first possible victim in years, years since he murdered his own father...

"Glenda! You better not be in my room," Glen screamed.

"What are you going to do about it?" Glenda yelled back.

Anger burned inside Glen. Now he was extremely tired of her bullshit and this was the end of it.

He stomped over to his room and tried to open the door but it was locked. He pounded as hard as he could on the door. "Glenda!"

"Fuck off, Bro," Glenda told him as she looked up at the dolls. She picked up the Good Guy doll and stared it in the eyes.

"I wonder what happened to you, scar face," she asked the doll looking deeper into its deep blue eyes. As she looked closer she noticed that they almost seemed alive. "You're creepy," she told it as she put it on Glen's dresser in front of the mirror.

She stared at herself in the mirror and noticed something red gleaming in a corner behind the mirror and she picked it up and held it in front of her to examine it.

It was a dark necklace with an amulet. Glenda turned it over and looked at the writing on the back and read it out loud to herself.

"Ade Due Damballa, awake."

She raised an eyebrow and stared at it. "What the hell…" she looked down at the Good Guy doll.

"Is this--?"

"Glenda, open the door," Glen shouted.

"Ugh, damn brothers," she growled.

She opened the door and stepped back.

Glen burst into the room and grabbed the amulet from his sister.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Yo, calm down, it's just a stupid necklace!"

"This is exactly why I don't like you! You can't keep your hands off of my things!"

"Cool your fucking jets!"

Behind them Chucky listened to their bickering and couldn't believe what he was hearing from them, especially from Glen. The last time he remembered Glen the boy was an absolute baby. He thought for awhile about this new Glen he was seeing and smiled. This was going to be a fun return.

Glen shoved his way past Glenda and saw Chucky on his dresser.

"What were you doing with Da… Chucky?"

Chucky wanted to laugh at Glen's sudden burst which almost cost him but restrained himself. Big mistake, kid, Chucky thought to himself.

"Chucky? Is that what you named him? How sweet," Glenda said in a babyish voice.

"Get out of my room!" Glen screamed at her.

Chucky's eyes widened. This was not the Glen he knew, what happened to the kid? He was a natural! Perhaps becoming human made a huge difference in Glen, making him the son Chucky dreamed of having.

"Alright, alright, jeez." Glenda turned around and walked out.

Glen stood and listened to her stomp to her own room. When the door slammed Glen looked at Chucky, then at the amulet.

"You two are going to be put away where Glenda won't be able to find you," Glen said picking Chucky up and taking him over to the floor where one of the boards was loose and pulled it up.

"Luckily I found this catch," he said placing the amulet around Chucky's neck and setting them inside the floor. He immediately put it back and sat down on his bed. It was going to be a long weekend and he wasn't ready for it.

Under the floor Chucky listened to Glen shuffle around for about ten minutes then climb into bed. He laughed softly as he took the amulet in his hand and stared at it with glee.