A/N: Phew, Chapter 11, how long is this story going to be? Hmm, at most I'd say 20 chapters, well, maybe not but I promise it will end good and not thirty chapters down the road! Anyway, just enjoy this chap and please, please, please review? I want your reviews so I can see how I am doing, and for, gods sake, if I'm going down hill or getting boring, tell me! I want to know these things! I love to please my readers!
Chapter 11
"Are we all good on what's going to happen?" Andy asked as he, Glen and Tiffany went outside to Glen's car.
"Absolutely," Glen replied giving Andy a smile. He was sure glad that he came to Andy instead of taking the matter into his own hands.
"Then let's go," Andy said ready to bring Chucky to an end.
Glen on the other hand hoped Andy would give Chucky a chance to straighten things out; he really didn't want to lose his father without giving him a chance. Especially if he found out later that if they killed him and didn't have to, it would ruin him.
So, Glen decided to ask Andy if they were going to immediately kill Chucky when they break into the house; he hoped Andy would say no.
"Andy, could I speak to you alone?" Glen asked.
"Sure, Glen," Andy replied.
They left Tiffany in the car while they sat on Andy's porch.
"I know that my father had caused you so much pain when you were young, but…" Glen stopped to keep himself from breaking down.
"But since he's your father, you would like to give him a chance," Andy finished.
Glen nodded. Thank god Andy was understanding but how did he become so understanding? It almost seemed like before Andy and Chucky met, that something similar to Glen's doll life happened to Andy. Except, of course, the doll part.
"How come you know what I'm going to say when it comes to Dad?" Glen asked.
Andy sighed. "Well, I had a life almost like yours… I had serious problems with my father. I know I was only 4 or 5 years old but, it's hard to forget things like that."
"Was your father a murderer like Chucky?"
"No, he just wasn't stable," Andy said.
"Not stable?"
Andy nodded. "He had moods, very horrible moods. One day he'd be loving and sweet and the next, wanting to hurt anything that looked at him wrong."
"Wow, sounds like Dad," Glen said. For Chucky it'd be one moment he was a caring father and the next moment he was back to the serial killer.
"Really? I wouldn't think Chucky had a caring side to him!"
"Neither did I, but then I hate to say this but, he spent more time with me than Mom did!"
Andy's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock.
"Don't tell Mom I told you," Glen said coldly.
"I won't," Andy promised.
Glen smiled at him. "Thanks."
"No problem…uh, why don't we go? Tiffany is probably wondering what's taking so long." Andy grinned.
"I'm sure she is!"
They got up and joined Tiffany in the car.
"What was that all about Glen, honey?" Tiffany asked.
"Oh, not much, just a small guy to guy conversation."
"Dad, is this supposed to happen?" Glenda asked as she watched Glen's hummer pull into the driveway.
"Is what supposed to happen?"
"That," Glenda said pointing out the window.
Chucky looked out.
"Oh, fuck."
"So this wasn't in the plan?"
"No, not really," Chucky said thinking about it. "But, we'll think of something." He turned to Glenda. "When's Simon supposed to come over?"
Glenda thought for a moment. "Tomorrow afternoon... I think," she said.
Chucky glared at her. "You think?" He demanded.
Glenda shrugged. "He said late morning and early afternoon," she said in defense.
"Okay, so are you finished with his doll body?"
Glenda nodded. "Yep, I finished it yesterday morning."
Chucky had another plan.
"Glenda, we're leaving, go grab the "Simon doll" and meet me in the backyard."
"Yes, Daddy!"
Glenda ran upstairs and Chucky ran outside. The dog met Chucky on his way to the gate and he wondered what he could do to get rid of the damn thing. He didn't want to kill it, but he had to keep it quiet and out of the way so instead he took it with him and placed it in the neighbors yard.
Glenda came out moments later and they quietly made their way to the front and looked for Glen and Tiffany. Chucky motioned that it was clear and they snuck out the gate, looked back to see Glen, Tiffany and...Andy sneaking into the house.
"I'm gonna kill you fucker," Chucky growled.
"Shut up and let's go," Glenda snapped. "You'll be able to kill him later."
Chucky turned and shot a glare at Glenda. "You shut up!" He snapped back.
"Fuck off!"
"Go fuck yourself!" Chucky snarled. He shoved her behind the bush he had hid in before he and Tiffany had gottne into their feud. "Alright, where does Simon live?"
"Just 4 blocks north of here, why?"
"We're paying him an early visit," Chucky said with a snicker. To his surprise, Glenda smiled, and not in any way that made him suspicious.
"Come to think of it, Simon said he was going to be alone today and the rest of the weekend. So guess what, Daddy?"
"My new plans going to work out perfectly," Chucky exclaimed.
"Exactly!"
"Good, then let's go so we can get Glen, Tiffany and Andy out of our way."
Andy went slowly into the kitchen with his gun pointed out and looked around, waiting for Chucky to pop out at him, but nothing happened. The room was quiet, and Andy didn't like it.
"It looks like no one's here," Glen whispered as he came up behind Andy.
"You sure it couldn't be a trap?" Andy asked. "Dolls can easily hide, I should know."
Glen shrugged. "Well, with how much Dad hates you, I think he would have made a move on you by now. He does get out of hand when it comes to long term hatred," he said feeling that nothing bad was going to happen.
"Okay, if you say so. He's your father, not mine."
"I bet I know just as much as you do about him, maybe only a bit more," Glen said. In truth he figured there was a whole lot of things he didn't know about Chucky, but that was no surprise to him; Chucky was too damn hard to figure out. He bet even Tiffany didn't know as much as she should about him, he had always hid himself and his past life from them. Typical killer and asshole which was definitely no surprise to both Glen and Tiffany.
"So, do we wait?" Glen asked.
Andy thought. "Yes, but I'm not sure if it'd be better to wait here or at my house..."
"Well, maybe two of us could wait here, and the other could wait at your house," Glen suggested.
"That's a great idea," Andy said giving Glen a pat on the back. "But I'm going to tweak it a little. You and Tiffany go to my house and wait there, and I'll stay here."
Tiffany's eyes widened in fear. "Are you sure you want to do that?" She shrieked.
"Why not? It'd be a nice reunion," Andy joked. "A nice bloody reunion."
"Yeah and you'd be the one ending up bloody. Andy you have to realize that just because Chucky is a doll that that doesn't mean he's helpless. He's fucking hard to kill... you should know that by now. He gets smarter every time he's brought back too."
Andy sighed and gave both Tiffany and Glen a reassuring smile. "Don't worry guys, I've been through hell with him on three separate occasions, I'm pretty sure I can handle it," he said leading them out the door. "You two get some sleep and I'll give you a call when it's time."
"Why can't I stay with you?" Tiffany asked. She was deathly worried about Andy; she knew how bd Chucky had gotten over the years.
"Because you need to stay with Glen. Anyway, this is my problem to deal with, he ruined my life and now he's going to payfor doing that, and I'm going to be the one to make him pay."
"Okay, but please be careful," Tiffany said sadly.
Andy nodded and Tiffany and Glen bid him good luck then left. Andy went and sat down on the couch and thought hard about Chucky. Glen wanted Andy to give him a chance but Andy wanted to mutilate that little bastard for ruining his life, what in the world was he going to do? He cared a lot about Glen and wanted to make him happy. Was he going to give Chucky a chance for Glen's sake or was he going to kill him on contact for his own sake? The decision was going to be very degrating.
