A/N: Yes, I know, Chapter 7 was a bit short and I apologize. When I got to the end I thought, wow, what a cool place to end the chapter! But, who cares how long the chaps are as long as you have the story you want. Let it be 100 chapters as far as I'm concerned… I think how I think. Ok, time to shut up and let you read. :)
Chapter 8
Andy sat and watched his friend's youngest daughter open her presents.
He wanted badly to enjoy her 5th birthday but the thought of Glen flooded his mind and he couldn't stop thinking about the kid. He reminded Andy of someone, someone that made him uneasy, that recognizable reddish hair, those deep blue eyes. It was all coming back to him, those many horrible years of Chucky.
But Glen is human; he couldn't be related to Chucky since he's human. Chucky was a doll. And even if he'd found a mate like him, it would still come down to dolls can't have kids, they weren't capable of that kind of stuff.
Finally Andy had to shake the thought of Chucky completely from his mind and get back to the real world. Chucky was a thing of the past and dead, yes, dead. He'd seen for himself that night near Kent's Military School when he threw Chucky into that fan, that doll had been reduced to pieces that he knew couldn't have been put back together. It was over, all over.
Chucky sat in the corner of the couch and thought hard about the possibility of Andy being in Hollywood. Was it true? Could the guy actually get rich enough to move to such a place as Hollywood?
"What's wrong, honey?" Tiffany asked hopping up onto the couch with Chucky.
He looked at her and sighed. "Nothing's wrong. Just got some things on my mind," he said. He didn't want her to know about Andy and hoped she'd never find out about him.
"Are you sure?" She asked knowing that Chucky wasn't trustworthy.
Chucky crossed his arms and glared at her. "Yes, I'm positive," he said harshly.
Tiffany nodded. "Okay, just making sure. If you need some cheering up, just come to me. I'm always open for you," she said leaving him so he could have some peace and alone time.
For awhile Chucky sat quiet until he got edgy and decided to see if that man had been Andy Barclay. It was going to drive him crazy if he didn't make sure, then end it if it was true.
He jumped off the couch and went outside, looked back to see if he was being watched, saw nothing out of the ordinary, then went to the neighbors across the street.
To his luck, it had those tall windows next to the door so all he had to do was stand in front of the door and look in the window and not be seen. He caught sight of Andy and studied him for awhile and during that whole time, all types of mayhem raced through his mind and he smiled evilly. This man was Andy Barclay and Chucky was glad for it; he needed some action in his life and Andy was going to give it to him. Chucky longed to get his hands on Andy and make his life living hell and now was the chance, especially since he had a wife and two kids. What luck he'd had so far!
Maybe his life was worth living or maybe his life was meant to be lived. He didn't know for sure but it was one of those two possibilities, either of them would be fine by him.
For some time he found it hard to keep an eye on Andy and was getting frustrated, people kept walking in front of him or dragging him out of Chucky's sight. If he wanted to mutilate Andy, he'd have to know how Andy acted or else he'd be clueless and probably get himself mutilated.
Finally Chucky had to give up and go back home. There he thought up some things he might need when he went to kill Andy and thanked the lord that he had been smart enough to keep Glen human so he could get the materials needed. Greed hadn't completely taken over and Chucky was glad for it. Things were looking up and he couldn't wait to get started on his revenge, but he figured it'd have to happen in a week when Glenda's lover boy would arrive, like Glen and Glenda; Simon would play a big part in Chucky's revenge.
First he needed to find out if Glenda had gotten her supplies yet so he himself could start planning.
He ran to the stairs and yelled for her but there was no reply. He huffed then called for Tiffany. She came in immediately.
"I knew there was something wrong!" She said without giving Chucky a chance to explain why he needed her.
"No, there is nothing wrong. I'm just wondering where Glenda is, she'd better not be outside running around," Chucky told her growling the last part.
"No, she's in her room," Tiffany said walking away.
Chucky snorted. That girl better get her ass down here bcause if I have to go get her, it won't be in a nice manner, Chucky thought yelling for Glenda again. Finally she came down and glared at him.
"What!"
"Did you get the doll supplies?" Chucky asked eyeing her.
Glenda's glare disappeared and a look that said 'oh, shit' replaced her previous glare. "Uh, well..."
"You didn't get them," Chucky stated angrily.
"Well I'm sorry Dad, I forgot to call Jamie," she remarked hatefully.
Chucky shook his head in disappointment. "And I thought you'd take this more seriously," he said in disappointment. He turned and walked away from Glenda and went back to the front window to look at the house across the street again. He almost fell off the couch from surprise when Andy walked out, crossed the street and scanned the front gate. Chucky watched as he pushed the call button and waited. He knew Glen must be the one to answer and act as if he was home alone, because it would be bad if Andy asked to meet his parents, especially when one of them was Chucky.
"Glen!" Chucky hollered. "Answer that!"
Glen came running up and knowing what Chucky wanted, he answered Andy's call and opened the gate for him.
Chucky meanwhile ran off and drug Tiffany upstairs and told her to warn Glenda to keep her loud mouth shut or he'd sew it shut. As Tiffany disappeared into Glenda's room, Chucky looked down to see Glen invite Andy into the house.
"Pretty nice house ya got here," Andy said taking a good look around.
Glen smiled. "Yep, it's pretty big," he replied.
"SO, are your parents home?" Andy asked.
Glen shook his head. "Mom said she had another audition and Dad, well, he hasn't been with us since he was murdered," he said trying to act pitiful.
Andy looked at him with shock. "Your father was murdered? Wow, I'm sorry," he said remembering his own father. He knew what it was like to know your father was dead because someone got gun or knife happy and killed him.
Glen shrugged. "Eh, well, it really wasn't a big loss," he said snickering. He hoped Chucky had caught that comment.
Andy laughed. "If you say so, I guess it wasn't." He smiled. "Anyway, if you're wondering why I have come to bother you..."
Chucky spit at him but missed by a couple meters. "Damn it!" He whispered in disappointment.
"But, I wanted to come talk, my friend's daughter is out playing with friends so I had some time to come get to know you."
"Didn't know you were that interested in me," Glen laughed.
Chucky raised his eyebrow. "What a moron," he muttered.
"Hey, you remind me of someone," Andy said.
Chucky knew he wasn't going to tell Glen who he reminded him of, because Chucky knew that Andy was suspicious and wanted to see if Glen was related to him. Of course Chucky had no complaint because Glen did have Chucky's looks, maybe not his attitude but the boy's looks were very similar to Chucky's.
"So, you mentioned your mother had an audition," Andy said. "Who is she?"
"Jennifer Tilly."
Andy's eyes widened. "Really? That's awesome, I'd never thought she'd end up with kids," he said with a laugh.
"Its amazing," Glen said and Chucky could tell he was getting bored.
"Just goes to show how boring you are, Andy," Chucky laughed. Boy oh boy did he want to mutilate Andy, and it drove him insane not being able to. It would make his life so much better if he could kill Andy and never have to see that ugly face of his again.
"Just get rid of him," Chucky whispered. "He's not worth talking to, he's like talking to a fucking wall. You get no fucking reply."
Almost as if Glen had heard him, he told Andy that he had some things to take care of before Jennifer got home and Andy bid him a good bye and left.
"God, how can you talk to a fucking wall!" Chucky demanded from the top of the stairs.
Glen looked at him with a weird expression. "A wall? What are you talking about?" Glen asked walking up the stairs.
"When you talk to that man, you're talking to a fucking wall, he's boring, useless and needs to be disposed of!"
"Is that what you're up to?"
Chucky glared at Glen. "I know that fucker. And I'm not going to give up until he is lying on the floor in front of me bleeding to death," he said smiling at the thought of Andy bleeding to death right in front of his family, them helpless and then finish them off like he was born to do. He was a monster, a killer, and he was going to act like it and do it. By the end of the week Chucky would be ready to ruin Andy's life forever but he had to figure out who would die first. Would it be him watching his wife and kids die, or would it be his wife and kids watching him die...
"Hi, honey, did you learn a lot about Glen?" Andy's wife Kristin asked as he came in the house and sat down next to her.
Andy clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "I did learn that he is the son of Jennifer Tilly," he said yawning.
"Wow, that is neat. I dont think I've seen many of her movies but I'm pretty sure she's a graet actress."
"Yeah, but I wonder if Glen is happy," Andy said quietly. "After all, being rich isn't everything when your mother is gone all the time and your father is dead."
Kristin choked on her drink. "Dead!" She shrieked. "Oh my god, poor kid!"
Andy turned and gave Kristin a kiss. "I wouldn't worry, he said it wasn't that big of a loss. I guess his father wasn't really a father," he said thinking hard about it and the more he thought about it, the more he related it to Chucky. The looks said most of it but the fact that the loss of his father didn't really bother Glen seemed to tell the rest. Glen himself was a sweet and gentle boy and looked as if he'd dispise a father that murdered for pleasure. And thats exactly what Chucky did, which if Chucky was killed with Glen as a witness, it wouldn't hurt him. But then, how did Glen end up human if Chucky was a doll? Unless... unless Chucky had found his way into a human body. But why should that worry or even bother Andy? Glen said his father was dead, so Chucky was dead.
"I wonder if Jennifer is capable of having this kid," Kristin said thoughtfully.
Andy studied her. "Why, don't you think she has what it takes to be a good mother?" He asked surprised at Kristin's concern.
Kristin shrugged. "Well, I figured with the kid's father dead, she might need a bit of help, what do you think?"
Andy smiled at her. "You are so caring, honey, but the boy is 17, there's only one more year before he's able to be on his own. I think he can survive it since he'd survived 17 years of it before."
Kristin smiled and looked at the ground. "Yeah, you're right, maybe I should stick to our own problems," she said quietly.
Andy wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "You're a caring lady, sweetheart, and I welcome that. I wish more people would be like you!"
"So would I," she replied humorously, though she did wish that more people in the world would be caring. She didn't like people, or dolls, that murdered. She felt so sorry for Andy and how he had to deal with people thinking he was insane because of something that really happened. Especially when it went on for three occasions, and she hoped to God that they wouldn't have to come in contact with Chucky ever again. And, now that they had kids, it made it more essential that nothing like that happened so they could live a normal life, peaceful and full of happiness.
"Chucky, quit acting like a bum and help me get lunch ready," Tiffany said as she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Groaning miserably, Chucky followed her and whined at her.
"Why do I have to help?" He asked taking his time to walk to her.
"Because, if you don't, I'll do something far worse than I did before when you made your little remark of 'the dishes aren't going to wash themselves you know' that second night after we married. I still hate you for that," she scowled.
"So, what? It was a simple and honest mistake. Everyone makes mistakes Tiff, and they learn from them," he said trying to butter her up.
"Yeah right, you're just trying to get out of trouble you lame excuse for a husband."
Chucky's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "Lame excuse for a husband?" He asked in a small voice.
Tiffany grinned maniacally at him. "Yes, you are," she said going back to fixing lunch.
Chucky couldn't believe that she said that. He'd never heard anything like that come from her and now that he did, it was the worst shock he'd ever had come on to him. It was even worse than her trying to kill him.
"You know, Tiff, you can try as hard as you want but you're not making me a family man nor are you ridding me of my killer behavior. You can act as human as you want but it'll do no good. I still live the life of a killer and it will stay that way for the rest of our lives."
Tiffany stopped what she was doing and faced Chucky. "You know, Chucky," she said in the same tone that he used on her. "I don't care if you're a killer, but once in awhile, try and act human, it would make me awfully happy. Can you do that for me? Even if it's just a couple times a week, I wouldn't mind, but at least show that you do have some caring ways to you. I know you do," she said looking at him hard and sternly.
"You really think I do have a caring side to me, don't you?"
"Of course, you showed it when you talked to Glen, and he does admit that even before he became human, you did act like a father, you know, how you spent all that time with him, and he enjoyed it," Tiffany said returning to her errands. "He even now wishes that those days would return, he said he may have disliked the killing, but it was time with you."
Chucky snickered. "Drama queen," he remarked taking a run for the stairs before Tiffany could turn around and whack him with the pan she had in her hand.
It was going to be a long week for Chucky and he couldn't wait until it would come to an end and when he'd be able to take a revenge that has haunted him for a very long time.
