A/N: Yes, next chap! I don't know what to say about this one but to tell you that here it is. It is amazing to see Chucky in a good mood though, it's a rare occasion but a good one.

Chapter3

A voice spoke to Glen and he felt as if his body was being shaken but all he could do was wait in the darkness of his nightmare.

"Damn it, Glen! WAKE UP!"

Glen suddenly opened his eyes and shot up to stare straight into the eyes of his father. He went to scream but Chucky covered Glen's mouth.

"Shhh," Chucky whispered putting his finger to his own lips. He then uncovered Glen's mouth.

"D…dad?" Glen asked weakly.

"Hey kiddo, surprised to see your ol' dad?"

Glen could only nod. He hoped to God that Chucky wasn't going to kill him, he'd seen how Chucky killed and Glen didn't want to be one of those to endure that kind of torture.

"Well, if you can't talk to me, the least you could do is give me a welcoming hug," Chucky said giving Glen a smile.

A welcoming hug? "You're not mad at me?" Glen asked.

Chucky shook his head. "About you killing me?" He asked forgetting about the hug he'd previously asked for.

Glen nodded. Was Chucky just trying to butter him up so that he could get his way and kill them all?

"Oh, hell no! Killing was what I wanted you to do, right?"

"I guess, but I didn't know that it included killing you too."

Chucky laughed in his high pitched chuckle. "Hey, you killed, that's all I'm happy about," he said getting off Glen's bed and walking over to the door. "Now, how about a tour through the house? I'd like to see what kind of joint you have here. Say, how did you become human?"

Glen looked surprised. "You don't know that?"

"No, you killed me before it happened, duh," Chucky said shaking his head.

"Oh, right," Glen said more to himself than Chucky.

"So?"

Glen took a deep breath. "Well, which do you want first, the story or the tour?"

Chucky thought for a moment. "I'd say the tour, when we meet your mother I'll ask her."

"Okay, are you sure you're ready to see Mom again? She's not going to be happy to see you," Glen said picking Chucky up and pausing before walking out the door.

"Don't worry, if she doesn't try anything on me, I won't try anything on her. Anyway, I get bored without her."

Glen shook in disgust then started walking downstairs.

As Chucky thought about it, the house looked familiar. Then he thought of something, obviously Tiffany had succeeded in getting Jennifer Tilly's body and was now living in the house because this was Jennifer Tilly's house.

"So, this is Jennifer's house?" Chucky asked already getting bored.

"Yep," Glen replied. "I like it."

"So far it looks the same," Chucky commented lamely. "I figured Tiff would do some remodeling."

"It is pretty much is the same except for the two extra bedrooms and my room. Mom didn't want to remodel it, she said as a big fan of Ms. Tilly, she was going to keep it the way Jennifer had it."

"I see. So, let me guess, one of the extra bedrooms belongs to Glenda?"

"Yes, and now the remaining spare bedroom will be yours."

Chucky shook his head. "No way, I'm still married to your mother and that means we sleep together."

"If you say so, I just wish Glenda had to sleep outside with the dog, because that's where she belongs."

Chucky gulped and looked up at Glen. "The dog?"

Glen laughed. "Oh, don't worry Dad, the dog is a fricken rat, so you won't end up a chew toy unless Mom let's you. Even then I don't think the dog could do anything."

"Thank god," Chucky said relieved. "What kind of dog is it?"

"Pomeranian."

"A what!"

Glen looked at Chucky with disbelief. "You don't know what a Pomeranian is?"

"Fuck no."

Glen thought for a moment. "You know what a Keeshond is, right?"

"Those medium sized fluff balls?"

"Yeah, well, a Pomeranian is a miniature version of a Keeshond."

"Wonderful."

When Glen got downstairs he took off at a jog and into the kitchen where Tiffany was cooking dinner with her back to Glen and Chucky.

"Hi, Mom," Glen said as he set Chucky down on the counter.

"Hi, Sweet face," Tiffany said grabbing a towel and wiping her hands off without turning around.

Chucky smiled in spite of himself. "Hi, honey," Chucky said in a kind of snotty sarcastic way to Tiffany.

Tiffany dropped the spoon she was stirring with and whipped around to see Chucky grinning at her.

What the hell was he doing back?

"You son of a bitch!" She screamed at him as she ran over and grabbed Glen to pull him away. "What did you do to Glen?"

She pushed Glen back, ran to the counter, picked Chucky up and slammed him hard against the cupboard. She glared at him as she said, "Tell me! Tell me what you did to my Glen?"

"I didn't do nothing but wake the kid up," Chucky said gasping for air.

Tiffany pushed him harder into the cupboard and he whimpered in pain. She then turned to Glen, still pushing hard on Chucky making his eyes water from the immense pain that she was putting on him.

"What did this fucker do to you, honey?"

"Nothing, Mom, like he said, he just woke me up. And I'm glad for it too. I really don't think he's up to anything."

Tiffany smiled at Glen and loosened her grip on Chucky and let him drop to the floor.

"Thanks a lot," Chucky said getting up and wiping himself off.

"I can't believe you," Tiffany said to Chucky as she went back to cooking.

She didn't kill me… What the fuck, Chucky thought staring at Tiffany in shock. She must be on fucking happy pills to let me go like that and not mutilate me. I wonder what the doctor finally put her on…

"What'd I do this time?" Chucky whined.

"How did you come back?" Tiffany asked off subject.

"Hmmm, well, let's just say it was a stupid mistake," Chucky said walking over to the table and climbing up on one of the chairs.

"A stupid mistake?"

"Yeah, your darling Glenda read the back of the amulet out loud."

"On purpose?" Tiffany asked in shock.

Chucky shook his head. "No, just doing what any teen would do to something new, read it out loud to themselves."

"Have you even met Glenda?" Tiffany asked.

"Not all of her I'm guessing but do I want to meet the rest?"

"I'd think so, she's your daughter for God's sake Chucky. Besides, I need to have a talk with her."

Chucky sighed. "You know, the only reason she is my daughter is because of you."

"Why me?" Tiffany shrieked.

"You were the one who suggested artificial insemination, not me."

"Well, excuse me for caring about Glen," Tiffany snapped.

"You took too many risks back then, I'm surprised things worked out like they did."

Glen sat down next to Chucky and listened to them reflect back on the old "doll" days. It was quite interesting to Glen, especially to hear of the days before Glen and before their marriage.

Finally it was time for Glenda to have a talking to about going into Glen's room.

"Glenda, get your ass down here right now!" Tiffany yelled up the stairs.

There was no answer but they all knew she was coming because they heard her door slam and she stomped angrily down each step.

"This is going to be fun," Glen snickered.

"Don't you mean funny?" Chucky asked.

"What's the difference?"

"You're not the one that's going to be yelling at her," Chucky said getting off the chair and running over to the bookshelf in the living room. He grabbed a few books and went back to the kitchen and placed them on the chair.

"By the way, you really don't like Glenda, do you?" Chucky asked taking a napkin and ripping it apart from boredom.

"I wish she'd die," Glen mumbled.

"I can arrange that," Chucky said looking at Glen with a smile. The kid seemed to change more than he thought and it made him happy. The kid actually made good conversations with death included. Maybe now he could teach Glen some killing techniques and go out on father-son killing sprees on the weekends.

"The way I see it, you'll end up liking her better. She's like you, evil."

Chucky grinned. "I doubt that."

"Which do you doubt, the liking part or the evil part?"

"Both. I'm pretty sure I'll hate her and no one is as evil as I am, and definitely not more evil than I am." Chucky finished ripping the napkin and watched Tiffany walk into the kitchen followed by Glenda. He smiled evilly at the wild looking teen as her eyes widened as she noticed him leaning against the table.

"Whoa," was the only word that could escape her mouth.

Tiffany grabbed Glenda's chin and turned her head to look at her. "What was the idea of going into Glen's room and locking him out?"

"He pissed me off!"

"I don't care! You purposely went into his room and messed with his things! You don't do that in this house," Tiffany yelled.

"Hey, Tiff, give the kid a break," Chucky cut in. "She didn't mean to do that, it's what teenagers do to get back at each other. It's called sibling rivalry, honey"

You're on Glenda's side?" Glen asked Chucky with hate in his voice.

"I'm on nobody's side, I'm only making a statement."

"Who are you?" Glenda asked Chucky.

"Your father."

Glenda laughed. "Yeah right, whatever."

Tiffany whacked Glenda on the side of the head. "Don't talk back like that to your father."

Glenda turned around and glared at Tiffany. "You too?" She glared at Tiffany then looked at Chucky. "That thing," she pointed at Chucky, "is a doll, not my father!"

"Right now I am not in the mood to explain, I just want you to go to your room until dinner is ready," Tiffany told Glenda calmly.

"Fine," Glenda said walking away.

Tiffany then turned to Chucky. "Well, you've met the rest of Glenda, want to see what it's like trying to spend time with her?"

"Not really," Chucky said in a low voice.

"Can we get rid of her, Mom?"

Chucky laughed. "Yea, can we? I don't think she's a good addition to the family."

Tiffany ignored them both and went back to her cooking. To her Chucky seemed changed, he acted like real father and was having conversations with Glen. She'd always thought that he'd kill Glen when he came back, especially since Glen killed him.

"So, Chucky, did the doctor put you on some happy pills?" Tiffany asked.

Chucky just about choked on his own spit. Did she just say happy pills? Now this is really fucking weird, Chucky thought. They thought too much alike to his disappointment.

"I was thinking the same thing about you," Chucky said trying to act sweet.

"And why?"

"Well, why else? You didn't murder me."

Tiffany laughed. "You're no threat to me, and anyway, if Glen was fine with you than I'm fine with you. WAKARIMASKA?"

"Excuse me?"

Glen smiled. "She's asking you if you understand. It's Japanese."

Chucky groaned in disgust. "I hate Japanese," he grumbled.

"Wanna learn how to say you do understand?"

"No, this isn't Japan," Chucky mumbled.

"Yea, okay. Anyway, you just reply by saying HAI WAKARIMAS, yes, I do understand or IIE WAKARIMASEN, no, I do not understand," Glen said ignoring Chucky's remark.

Chucky pretended to drool in stupidity.

Glen glared at him. "You're no fun," he said in disappointment.

"I speak English," Chucky growled.

Glen stuck his tongue out at Chucky.

In return Chucky gave him the middle finger and mouthed out the words "fuck you".

"I love you too," Glen said sarcastically. He then smiled in the most evil way Chucky had ever seen. "You're lucky Mom didn't catch that."

"Catch what, sweet face?" Tiffany asked.

Chucky quickly spoke up. "Nothing sweetheart, just having a father to son stand off," he said growling out the words "stand off".

"Well, cut it out," Tiffany said. "Or I'll whack both of you with my spoon."

Chucky snickered. "What a good way to add flavor to your tasteless cooking."

Glen couldn't help but laugh at that one. Tiffany did cook some flavorless food a lot of the time.

"There's one thing that hasn't changed about you."

"My evilness and smart ass ways will always be the same. Oh hell, who knows, they might get worse."

"Lord help us if that happens," Glen and Tiffany said in unison.

Chucky only grinned in pride.

About fifteen minutes later Tiffany set the table and placed the food out. She then called for Glenda while Glen began to get his food.

Awhile later Glenda came down and sat across from Chucky. She too began getting food and so did Tiffany but Chucky did not.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Tiffany asked him.

"Chucky shook his head. "Nope."

"Do you want anything at all?"

Chucky didn't reply.

Tiffany focused on him. He probably felt nervous about being around Glenda and probably her too. She did admit though that she missed him dearly and was glad to have him back.

She finally took a glass and filled it with wine then set it down in front of him. "Have a drink then," she told him.

"I still can't believe that you're making no attempts in killing me," Chucky said as he slid the glass close to him.

"I'll explain later," Tiffany said taking a bite of her Green Bean Casserole.

"How later?"

"Tonight later, maybe," Tiffany smiled at him.

Glen and Glenda made a face in disgust.

"Can we leave when that "later explanation" comes?" Glenda asked.

"Oh, come on. Maybe you'll learn something from it," Chucky said looking at Glenda with his gaze pointed to the table.

"Fuck off," Glenda growled.

"I'm going to just ignore that for now," Chucky said under his breath.

Glenda smiled in triumph.

"Stop it, Glenda," Tiffany told her strictly.

"Maybe you should have shipped her off instead of keeping her," Chucky said slowly sipping his wine and glaring at Glenda.

"Maybe we should ship you off!" Glenda snapped at him.

Tiffany slammed her fork down and glared at Chucky and Glenda. "Will you two stop it? Can't we all just get along?"

"No," Chucky and Glenda said in unison. They shot each other evil glares.

"Dad's right, Mom," Glen said smiling hatefully at Glenda.

"Glen!"

After that everyone was silent for a little while until Chucky became bored and very uneasy. He didn't trust Tiffany completely, she was good at hiding things.

"I'm going to go upstairs," Chucky said hopping off the chair and almost killing himself.

Tiffany only gave him a sad expression then nodded.

Without even giving her a smile or any kind of expression what-so-ever, Chucky ran up the stairs and into Glen's room.

"Man, what have I gotten myself into?" Chucky asked himself aloud. He looked up at the doll body of Glen and thought about a plan.

"A small knock on the door interrupted Chucky's train of thought.

"Chucky, you in there?" Tiffany's voice asked through the door.

"Sure am."

Tiffany opened the door and came into the room then shut the door behind her. Chucky's eyes widened in fear, not pleasure.

"Something on your mind, honey?" Chucky asked making sure the word "honey" sounded as sweet as possible.

"No, just came to talk," Tiffany replied with a convincingly straight face.

"Oh, okay. So, then let's get down to business, shall we?" Chucky said looking up at the doll then back at Tiffany. She too looked at it but shook her head.

"I'm not going back to a doll, Chucky, you'll just have to find yourself a human body."

Chucky suddenly glared at her. "You know very well that I don't want to be human anymore, it's just a fucking waste, which you should know by now."

"How is it a waste?"

"This so called "fabulous life of Jennifer Tilly" isn't so fabulous now is it?" Chucky asked in an almost sorrowful but mocking tone.

"How the fuck would you know " Tiffany stopped knowing that he was right. Her life was now harder than ever. It had seemed so easy to be an actress but it wasn't. There was the competition of trying out for roles which Tiffany had gotten so many a year. She didn't realize on how picky people were, especially on Jennifer Tilly.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

Tiffany went to glare at Chucky but stopped that too.

"You are right, so what? I didn't know how hard and disappointing Jennifer's life was."

"That's not my problem, you're the one who wanted to be a star, not me. I chose to stay a supernaturally possessed doll." Chucky looked at her and waited for her to plead for the return of her doll body, but one thing was that she didn't know he had the amulet.

"What if Glen doesn't want to go back, and what about Glenda?"

"I'm pretty sure Glen misses the old life and Glenda can go fuck herself."

Tiffany looked at Chucky, her expression shocked. "I figured you'd like her because she's purely your side of the genes."

Chucky smiled. "Pretty much, she's got the angry and creepy side," he joked.

"You know how I feel then," Tiffany also joked.

"You're going to be feeling something here in a minute," Chucky growled. "I was only joking."

Tiffany tried not to smile. "Oh, you were? It sure didn't sound like a joke to me, you are angry and creepy."

"No more jokes, I'm getting tired of jokes. I don't even know why I joking."

Tiffany couldn't help but continue, she loved to piss Chucky off.

"Who said I was joking? You're fucking creepy," she said in a straight voice.

"Alright, that's enough! Either you stop the fucking jokes or I'm going to super glue your mouth shut," Chucky yelled.

Tiffany narrowed her eyes at him. "You couldn't even begin to superglue my lips," she said with an evil gleam in her eyes.

Boy did the Ray family have a lot of evilness surrounding it.

"You watch me, slut," Chucky said also with an evil glare in his eyes.

"What the fuck did you call me?"

Chucky only smiled.

"Oh, you little cock sucker, I'm gonna kill you for that!" Tiffany screamed. She picked Chucky up and he began yelling for her to put him down but she chucked him through the open window. "Have fun learning to fly you bastard."

Just moments before she was able to look out the window and see where he landed the door bell rang.

"Wonder who that could be," she asked herself while she jogged down to the front door. She opened but found no one there; she looked down but nothing was there either.

She shrugged then closed the door.

"What did you do that for?" Chucky asked from behind startling Tiffany and making her jump.

Chucky waited for an answer with his arms crossed.

"That's what you get for calling me a slut," she scowled and walked past him and into the living room.

Chucky watched her and smiled. You are all mine, he thought to himself.

"Hi, Dad!"

Chucky jumped.

"Sorry, Dad, if I startled you, didn't mean to," Glen said in a voice that sounded as if Chucky was going to beat him.

Chucky sighed. "It's okay. Say, are you able to drive yet?"

Glen nodded. "Yep, got my license about a year ago."

"Great. Can you give your old Dad a ride to the nearest doll store?"

"Sure," Glen said. He picked Chucky up and took him outside.

"Which car is yours?" Chucky asked.

"The blood red Hummer."

"He he, blood red," Chucky said with an evil little snicker.

"Why do you want to go to the doll store?"

"Just to do some browsing," Chucky said.

"Okay." Glen knew a little of what Chucky was up to.

He stuck his father in the front passenger seat and then got into the drivers side and they drove off.