A/N: Thank God, it's Chap 5. Never thought I'd get this far and still like my story. Okay, so yeah, in the last one Tiffany is told that she'd been a very bad mother and she admits to it, but Chucky's more caring then we all think he is, especially to his dear wife Tiff…
Chapter 5
"You know Tiff, we can start all over," Chucky told Tiffany as they sat together on the couch.
"Restart the doll life?" She asked.
"Yea, I'm sure Glen would agree."
Tiffany thought for a moment. Chucky could be right; Glen had been acting as if there was something missing in his life but she couldn't figure out what it was until now.
"Have you talked to Glen about the previous life?"
Chucky shook his head. "No, but I can tell he misses it."
"To tell you the truth, Chucky, so do I."
Chucky smiled at her. "I know, your little statement about never going into the doll body again was not true. Your voice was sad. But, now your back."
Tiffany sighed. "Yes, but what about Glenda?"
"Well, I know what to do with her but I'm not sure if I want to do it."
"You're not wanting to do it," Tiffany told him almost feeling the same way.
"Is that a question or a statement?" Chucky asked.
"A statement."
"You're right, I don't want to do it. I liked it being just Glen, you and I. The boy has something I like; he may not be a killer, but he's still fun to be around." Chucky snickered softly. "That is, when he accidentally kills."
Tiffany had smiled sweetly at him when he had said Glen was fun to be around, but when she heard the killing part she glared at Chucky. "In some ways your becoming more of a husband and father and not a killer. But you still have an attitude and you still act like an asshole."
Chucky sat quiet. Was he? No, no, it couldn't be true… him a family man?
He shivered as he pictured himself being a loving family man; it was a very scary thought. He was a serial killer, not a loving doll.
"Caught you, didn't I?" Tiffany asked.
"Huh?" Chucky was confused.
"You are not the killer that you thought you were… well, not anymore at least."
"What! I'm still a serial killer!" Chucky shook his head in disbelief. "Me not a killer, what a thought!" He grumbled to himself.
"You'd better believe it," Tiffany said getting off the couch and walking into the kitchen.
Chucky pulled the amulet out of his pocket and stared at it. If he wasn't going to turn Glenda into a doll, then what was he going to do with her? He never thought it'd come to this.
The amulet's stone gleamed brightly in the fading sunlight that still flooded through the open window and Chucky wished that the amulet could help him find a solution, or at least be able to talk to the great Damballa himself and ask him.
He looked at the stairs just as Glen walked down with his doll body in hand.
"What are you up to?" Chucky asked him in a caring fatherly voice. It kind of came out scratchy but it came out and it made Glen feel better. He liked seeing and hearing his father act like a father.
Glen went and sat down next to Chucky on the floor and cuddled his doll. "Mom's back, isn't she?"
"Yep."
"Oh," Glen said quietly.
"Do you want to go back? Chucky asked motioning to the doll. "Or even more important, do you miss the old life?"
"Yes, for both questions," Glen replied sadly. "I miss it all."
"So, why are you acting so sad about it? Especially since we can go back."
"Because Glenda's going to ruin it."
Chucky laughed evilly. "Not anymore," he said.
"Really, what are you going to do? Chain her up like a doll?"
"Haven't figured that out yet, but that does sound like a good idea." Chucky said thinking about Glen's idea.
"I'm surprise. You've always had a plan within minutes of thinking havoc."
"Every time but this time," Chucky said in disappointment.
"Don't worry though, Dad, you'll think of something."
Chucky's eyes lit up. "I just thought of something right now!" He exclaimed happily.
"It's got something that involves me too, doesn't it?" Glen asked hoping it didn't. He knew Chucky would give him something that he wouldn't like doing, which was killing, even if it was killing Glenda he still couldn't do it. It was easier said then done.
Chucky smiled. "Well, duh, but it won't have to include you having to kill. Instead, take your mother out somewhere for at most, let's say, an hour to an hour and a half. I'll call you if I get done early then you can come home."
"Okay, I like this plan," Glen said thanking God that he didn't have to be there to witness anything, and that he didn't have to kill anyone or anything. Although he thought it would be fun to see Chucky mutilate her, or worse.
Glen went and got Tiffany and they left quickly.
Chucky on the other hand called for Glenda.
A door upstairs slammed and Glenda came down the stairs expecting to see Tiffany too but instead saw Chucky alone, waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hello, where's Mom? And Glen?"
"No worries, they'll only be gone for an hour or so. In the mean time, we can get to know each other. You are my daughter."
Glenda looked at Chucky closely. "Come to think of it, your face looks familiar to me," she said kneeling down in front of him.
"Well, you did see me before Glen killed me."
"I did!"
"You sure did, you were in Glen's doll body too. It was right before Jennifer Tilly was going to have the twins, which came out to be you and Glen, you came out and set Joan on fire. Don't you remember?"
Glenda thought for a moment. "I do, I do remember! I remember that you mistook me for Mom then Glen and that's when Mom came in and…"
"Yeah, yeah. I was there, but you remember now, that's all that matters."
"No wonder I was dreaming about you, and no wonder I had a bad feeling when I was around you, or even in Glen's room when you were on the shelf. And, no wonder Glen had his fears when he looked at you. Weird."
"Anyway," Chucky interrupted with irritation in his voice. "Do you like your life? Your human life?"
"I guess not, being "rich" isn't really everything--"
"What about life? Is life not everything?"
Glenda narrowed her eyes at Chucky. "What are you up to?"
"What if I could give you a new life?" Chucky said ignoring her question.
Glenda suddenly smirked. "You little bastard," she said glaring at him. "I know what you're doing, you sent Mom and Glen away so you could kill me."
"Wow, you're a damned smart kid, Glenda, too bad your not worth keeping in other ways," Chucky growled. Too bad I'm not going to kill you, it'd sure be fun, Chucky thought.
"You can't do shit to me," Glenda said grabbing Chucky up but he immediately kicked her in the mouth and she dropped him.
She staggered back holding her mouth then pulled her hand away to look at the blood that dripped down between her fingers. "I haven't given you the deserved credit, you got a pretty hard kick there, Chucky, even for a doll."
"Never judge someone before you get to know them. Isn't that something that Tiffany taught you?"
"I judge people when I look at them," Glenda said wiping the blood from her mouth onto her pants.
"Never underestimate me," Chucky snarled as pulled a huge hunting knife from his overalls and pointed it at Glenda. "You're biting off more than you can chew with me."
"Why are you doing this? I'm your dream kid, not Glen! I'm the killer like you!"
"It doesn't matter, Glen came first. Plus, he's got a lot to learn, without you getting in the way," Chucky said slowly walking towards Glenda.
She backed away but tripped on the stairs and that's when he took off passed her and up the stairs. She heard him go into her room and slam the door as she chased after him. "Come back here you little fucker!" Glenda yelled.
She was too late though, her door was locked and she didn't want to break it down. She'd broken it down too many time before and she had promised Tiffany that she wouldn't break this one.
Inside Glenda's room Chucky sat by the door and listened. He made sure she was in the right spot before he unlocked the door and swung it open then as Glenda started to run in, he slammed it on her as hard as he could, knocking her unconscious.
Chucky placed his knife back into his overalls and stared down at Glenda with an evil smirk. "Welcome to the family," he said as he drug the doll Glen and him had bought especially for her and laughed maniacally.
As soon as Glenda was transferred into the doll, Chucky began to brain storm some very chaotic things to do to her. It was time that she learned who's boss, and that was Chucky.
One thing Tiffany had failed in in being a mother was showing the meanest child who was boss, but now that Chucky was home, Glenda was going to respect her mother and father with a respect she's never had before.
Sure he wasn't going to kill her but he was going to make her life living hell, especially if she gets in his way when he's teaching Glen how to become a "good" killer.
After Chucky would finish with Glen, he would go to work on Glenda next and teach her, her place and let her know that Glen came first and that meant that he had first priority. Chucky would also show her that she won't be able to get away with things like she was able to with Tiff, she was going to be taught manners.
She may be the cold blooded killer, but Glen had been with Chucky and Tiffany far longer than Glenda had, well, he'd been with Chucky longer then Glenda had but that didn't matter. With the moments of being with Glenda, Chucky decided he didn't like her. She was too determined to showoff and Chucky didn't like showoffs, especially blood related showoffs like Glenda.
"Glen, what is your father up to?" Tiffany asked as they drove back home.
"Uh, well…" Glen actually didn't know all of what Chucky was up to but he knew his mother wouldn't like it, especially since it had to do with Glenda.
"Do you even know what he's doing?"
Glen shook his head. "He just wanted me and you to have some time together so that he could see what Glenda was like, alone," he lied.
"Are you sure? You know that he lies," Tiffany said worrying about Glenda.
"Well, he seemed sure, after all, he does want to make you happy."
Tiffany looked at Glen as if he were crazy. "He does?" She asked surprised.
Glen nodded. "He does love you, Mom, he may not act like it but he does. You should know that, a killer always has to act tough and mean, it's typical."
Tiffany sighed. "You're right, I guess I'm not fully functional in the mind yet," she said with a small laugh. "I just hope we don't come home to find blood everywhere and Glenda's mutilated body lying in the middle of the floor." Tiffany shivered from nervousness.
"I wouldn't worry, I trust Dad. The way I see it, the only thing he's trying to do is fix the family and Dad doesn't want Glenda getting in the way. I have a feeling that he too wants the old days back. With the way he acted, I think he was enjoying life, even as a doll."
"I hope you're right." Tiffany wasn't sure if she should trust Chucky like Glen, she hated to admit it, but Glen was much too gullible and for all she knew, Chucky may be playing a real nasty trick that would lead to the death of them all.
Chucky wandered through the garage and searched for a dog carrier. They had to have one somewhere and just as he figured, he came across it. The thing was the perfect size for a doll and would make an excellent jail for Glenda, especially when she woke up.
He drug it easily into the living room and slid Glenda into it then locked it. The dog should be happy that it wasn't going to be used for him anymore.
Chucky stared at the carrier and thought about something; he hadn't met the dog yet, in fact, he hadn't even seen or heard the dog at all, hell, maybe it ran away or died without them knowing, what a tragedy.
But having some curiosity as to whether it was alive or not, Chucky went to the back door and peered outside to see if it was back there, but saw nothing. Knowing that the dog couldn't do any real damage to him, Chucky slid the door open and looked around it until he caught sight of a small black ball of hair snuggled into the corner.
"Perfect size dog for dolls," Chucky said to himself with a snicker and quietly hoping that the dog wouldn't hear him and wake up. But, to his rotten luck it did.
Slowly it raised its head, stretched, yawned and looked over at Chucky.
Chucky was relieved when it just squinted it's eyes at him and went back to sleep. There was a chance he could get use to having the dog.
"What are you doing!"
Chucky just about fell off the step at the sound of Tiffany's frantic voice. He looked at her and raised his eyebrow.
"What do you mean, 'what am I doing'?" He asked her.
Tiffany shoved her way past Chucky and looked over at the ball of fluff.
"He's not dead is he?"
Chucky groaned. "No, he's sleeping," he said sliding the door shut with Tiffany outside and leaving.
He thought about locking it but decided he didn't want to make her madder than she was going to be once she found out where Glenda was and what his plans were on what he was going to do with her.
Glen was waiting for him at the kitchen table with a smile on his face.
Chucky knew why he was smiling.
"You come up with the weirdest things, Dad," he said laughing.
"Yeah, but they are effective," Chucky replied walking past Glen and going up to Glen's bedroom.
Glen figured Chucky was going to keep him in the human body for awhile until he got everything straightened out which didn't upset Glen because he now knew he had some use to his father without it being too horrible. He just hoped that it didn't have to stay that was for more than needed, he wanted so badly to go back to being a doll.
