A/N: Of course I do not own Chucky or any of Don Mancini's characters except my own. Well, I finally got over my writers block, somewhat and got chapter 7 figured out. I'm not totally confident that it'll be as good as it should be but later on it will change, just like everything else that doesn't work out.

Chapter 7

Late that night Glen and Glenda came home after their long day of driving around aimlessly, and went immediately to their rooms to get settled and ready to go to bed.

Glenda, not caring about any loud noises she was making, went into the bathroom and searched the cupboards for some sleep aid pills. After she'd found them she hastily brushed her teeth, even though it didn't seem to be necessary, and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a bottle of Gatorade.

Upstairs in Tiffany's bedroom Chucky heard Glenda slamming everything around and became overly frustrated. He had been to the very point of falling asleep until Glen and Glenda had to come home. He wished they would have stayed out all night.

Tiffany who was also having troubles sleeping, sat up and looked over at Chucky to make sure he wasn't going to get too mad and start something, she wasn't in the mood to break up any fights or prevent any bloodshed.

"Don't get too out of hand, Chucky," she told him knowing he was going to put a stop to Glenda's rudeness. "You're just going to have to get use to her making noise every night when going to bed."

"And you let her get away with it all these years?" Chucky asked. He hopped down off the bed, fully dressed, and went out to yell at Glenda for ruining the chance of him ever getting to sleep.

Rubbing the slight amount of sleep from his eyes, Chucky went lazily down the stairs and into the kitchen where Glenda was getting something to eat. He walked right up to her and when she turned around, stared angrily at her.

"Are you done yet?" Chucky asked suddenly too tired to yell.

Glenda smiled at him innocently. "Not yet, Daddy, just got to get me my bowl of cereal then go to bed," she said walking past him and pouring herself a bowl of Kix, walking back to Chucky, grabbing the milk and finally finishing her deeds.

"Tell me you're not going to eat in your room," Chucky said hoping that she was smart enough to stay in the kitchen.

"The only thing I eat in my room is anything that won't make a mess," Glenda said sitting at the table as best she could.

Chucky sighed. "When you're done, promise me that you'll be as quiet as a mouse," he growled at her.

"I promise, Daddy," she said sweetly.

Chucky rolled his eyes and muttered. "Whatever," he said walking back upstairs and back into bed.

Glen came down and shook his head in disappointment at Glenda.

"What are you shaking your head for?" Glenda spat at him.

"How inhuman of you, you woke up Dad," he said also grabbing a Gatorade.

"Ah, he probably wasn't asleep anyway," Glenda said stirring her cereal in boredom. "He's sleeping with Mom, which means he might be hormonal for awhile."

"Why, is that the way you were with Simon?" Glen asked with a smirk.

Glenda dropped her spoon, turned around and gave Glen the most threatening glare she'd ever given before.

"You don't know shit about what goes on between me and Simon," she snarled. "And it'll stay that way."

Glen held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, I'm just warning you that marriage is an essential when it comes to anything that involves hormones."

"Shut the fuck up," Glenda snapped leaving the table and going to her room.

Glen sighed and cleaned up her mess then went upstairs to his room. He was surprised to see Chucky sitting on his bed with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

"Hey, Dad, what's on your mind?" Glen asked trying to act casual.

"Where the hell were you two?"

Glen shrugged. "Just out driving, why?"

Chucky took a combined sigh and deep breath. "If you were going to stay out this late, the least you could've done was let your mother and I get some sleep by showing up at sunrise!" He glared at Glen as he made nervous gestures with his hands.

"Well, we were tired," he said in defense.

"Tired! Glenda doesn't look tired to me," Chucky raged.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to come home and if I would have left her unsupervised without coming home, she would have made her way to Simon's house!"

Chucky just grumbled in response then went back to bed.

Glen stood in the middle of his room for awhile until he finally got undressed and went to bed.

When Chucky woke up late the next morning, he felt like he needed something to do and the only thing that repeated in his mind was to go out and kill a few people, just like the old days.

He looked over and saw Tiffany gone and figured she was making breakfast but he wasn't hungry for food, he was hungry for mayhem!

Grabbing the large kitchen knife from the bedside table, he leapt from the bed and shot downstairs. Just as he'd figured, Tiffany had breakfast just about ready but he went past the kitchen and out the door. For a moment he stood on the patio and thought about where his first murder was going to be then decided it'd be one of the neighbors.

The front gate was closed but that was no problem to Chucky, he just slipped right through the bars and hid under some bushes as a guy walking his dog went by. The dog had seen Chucky and went to investigate the bush were Chucky sat but the impatient owner drug the dog on.

Thank god, Chucky thought. He sure wasn't in the mood to get pissed on by no fucking dog. If that were the case, the stupid dog would've ended up his first victim instead of one of the neighbors.

Feeling ready to have some fun, Chucky slowly went from bush to bush until he was at the neighbor's yard. He searched for any guard dogs and finding none, got ready to high tail it to the house.

Without warning Tiffany leapt into the bush he was in and yanked the knife from his hand.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She demanded angrily.

"I'm doing what I'm made to do!"

Tiffany glowered at Chucky. "You are not going to kill my neighbor! She is the sweetest old lady that I've ever met and we've become friends, you will not touch her," she said dragging him back to their house.

At that moment Chucky felt like the dog that had been dragged away from the first bush he'd first set foot into. What a drag that was.

"Tiffany! I haven't killed in forever! I feel like I'm going to die if someone doesn't die before I do!"

Tiffany just glared at him.

"Is there by any chance any neighbors around that you wouldn't mind me killing?" Chucky asked hoping she'd let him kill at least one person.

Tiffany sighed. "I'm not letting you kill anyone, Chucky, even if I don't like some of my neighbors. I told you before, the killing needs to be stopped, we have a new life now," she said getting Chucky angry.

"No, you were the one who decided not to kill anymore, not me!" He yelled. "And as far as I'm concerned, you can't stop me!" He grabbed his knife back and took off out to the front gate and lingered for a moment inside the property until a car pulled up and parked in front of the house across the street.

He watched closely as a man, a woman and two children got out of the car with bags of food and presents.

Chucky's eyes widened in excitement; this was going to be fun, he thought sticking the knife into his overalls.

By the looks of it, it was a birthday party for a toddler and Chucky knew he was specialized in toddler murdering.

Without haste, he shot across the street and under the car of the new arrivals and watched as the man came back out and opened the trunk. After digging around for awhile the man headed back in and Chucky took that moment to study him.

He looks awfully familiar, he thought looking at the man more closely.

Feeling like he was hallucinating, Chucky shook his head to get rid of the ridiculous thought and continued on up to the house.

Tiffany looked out the window just in time to see Chucky run up to the house across the street and she yelled for Glen.

"Go get your father!" She said still watching Chucky. "And hurry!"

Quickly Glen ran outside, leapt over the wall and shot across the street. He found Chucky getting ready to go inside the house and without caring about him being seen by the people at the house, he went right to the door and grabbed Chucky.

"What the fu—"Glen cut Chucky off and hid him behind his back as the man who Chucky had been studying came out and looked at him strangely.

"Hi, uh, are you a part of the family?" The man asked giving Glen an even stranger look.

Glen gave him a slight smile. "Oh, no, I was just wondering if Mrs. Madison was here," he said thinking up a quick plan.

"Well, she's busy, is there by any chance I may help you?"

Glen tried to act casual. "I guess so," he said shrugging.

The man smiled. "Good, but before I do, I would like to ask one question, just for reference."

Behind Glen Chucky groaned and the man gave Glen a strange look again.

"M-my stomach, I haven't eaten yet," Glen said with a small laugh.

"Right, well, how do you know Maccy?"

"I live right across the street," Glen replied with no stutters or any kind of problems what so ever. Of course this was because that was the only thing he didn't have to lie about. "My name is Glen."

"Glen, huh? Glad to meet you, I'm Andy," the man replied giving Glen a hand shake.

Chucky desperately tried not to make any noise as the name Andy was mentioned. He did his best to hold down the spit that was choking him and he waited to see if 'Andy' would give Glen his last name.

"Oh, you'd better not be that little fucker," Chucky growled to himself.

"So, what do you need?" Andy asked leading Glen into the house.

"Oh, well, uh, just a, uh," Glen suddenly forgot what he was supposed to be asking for to get him and Chucky out of the mess Chucky had gotten them into.

"Are you okay?" Andy asked with a concerned look.

"I'm f-fi-fine," Glen replied clutching Chucky a little too hard and he let out a small whimper of pain.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Andy looked at Glen closely. "Maybe you should go home, you don't look so good," he said leading Glen back out of the house.

"Oh, yes, I can wait on the help from Mrs. Madison," Glen said walking backwards from Andy so that he wouldn't see Chucky.

"It was nice to meet you though, Glen, maybe we can talk later the next time I visit Maccy!"

"That'd be awesome," Glen told him.

When Andy went back into the house and shut the door, Glen turned around and ran back to the gate to their house.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" Chucky demanded angrily.

"Mom, wanted me to get you, and anyway, you don't need to be starting trouble!"

Chucky looked back across the street. "You should have asked for that guy's last name," he growled. If that was Andy Barclay, the next time he'd come for a visit, it was going to be the last visit he'd ever make.

"Why? It's not like we're discussing business," Glen said opening the gate and leading Chucky inside with his foot.

"Because you little bastard, I knew someone by the name of Andy," Chucky snapped. Just the thought of that kid made Chucky's nerves snap. He had no respect or anything for that fucker that ruined his chance those 20 some odd years ago.

"Jeez, I didn't know it was that important," Glen said a little too snottily.

"If only you knew, you'd understand," Chucky said trying his best not to call Glen any names worse than bastard or any bad name whatsoever.

"Then why don't you tell me?"

"Because you don't need to know," Chucky said mimicking the tone Glen used.

"Fine then," Glen said going into the kitchen to tell Tiffany that Chucky was back.

She immediately came out with her arms crossed and she glared at him even worse than before.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?"

"Disobeying you," Chucky replied with a grin.

"Oh, really? And did you think you could possibly get away with that?"

"If Glen wasn't in his human form, yeah, I would have killed every living thing in that house!"

"You're such an asshole," Tiffany muttered then left him to finish breakfast.

"I've heard that too many times and now it means nothing to me," Chucky muttered back and went to the window to get a good look at the house again.

Could that possibly be Andy Barclay? After all, he did recognize the looks for awhile and the more he thought about it, the more he started to believe that it was Andy Barclay, included with a family and everything.

Life was getting better by the minute, now Chucky had more to put against Andy and in order to help anything happening to him, Chucky was going to use his own family against him, it was pure gold.

"Perhaps Glenda could play a role in this," Chucky said aloud, planning his revenge against Andy. "And no matter what, I won't be able to do it without Glen," he said as a smile spread across his scarred face.