A/N: ...This story I say is quite the screw around. I have thought up the most twisted thing as to how I am going to end this story! Its going to surprise you all but it is also going to (hopefully) make you love it also. I hope that I have done this story to where you like it as the reader! I'm not done with it yet but close I'd say. At most I want to have 15 to 20 chaps but who knows, it might go on. Also to give you a heads up, I will be continuing this fic so once this one ends, it will not be over! It will continue, MUHAHAHAH!
Chapter 14
"God, I feel so terrible for killing Chucky now," Andy said with his face buried into his arms.
Both Kristin and Tiffany sighed. "Quit torturing yourself over it," Tiffany told him strictly. "That fucker got what he deserved. It's over."
Andy looked up at her. "Tell that to Glen," he snapped.
Kristin's eyes widened. In all her years of being married to him, Andy had never snapped at anyone before. He was always sweet and gentle towards people, and dolls like Tiffany, and hated being rude.
"Andy!"
"Just give it a rest Kristin," Andy mumbled.
Tiffany and Kristin exchanged glances, then left Andy alone so they could talk.
"What are we going to do?"
"I would suggest bringing Chucky back but there's no chance that he'd leave Andy alone," Tiffany said thinking. "Especially now that he has killed him for the 4th time."
"2nd time," Kristin corrected.
"Huh?"
"The first time that Chucky met Andy, it wasn't Andy that killed him it was his mother. The second time Chucky went after Andy it still wasn't Andy who killed him, it was Kyle, a fostered kid he met at his first foster home. It was the third time that Andy had actually killed Chucky. He threw him into an amusement park fan."
Tiffany laughed. "I was wondering about that!"
Kristin laughed too. "Well, now you know," she said looking back into the room where Andy was. "Oh, shit."
Tiffany's eyes widened. "What?" She shrieked hoping it wasn't Chucky.
"Andy's gone!"
The girls shot out and searched the house. Neither of them could find him.
Kristin looked outside and saw that thier car was gone. "Tiffany, he left!"
"Oh, no!"
Glenda sat close to Chucky's body and studied the amulet closely. Now, how did she "accidently" bring him back? She looked at the words on the back and wondered. Maybe...
Andy sped to Chucky's house and rammed the front gate. It was time to fix his problens and get over his childhood fears, he was an adult now, the past was the past. If Andy was going to put his past away, that meant putting Chucky away too, and he had the perfect place... the dog crate that he had specially made for him. If Chucky was brought back by Glenda, then he'd sit in the crate for the rest of his pathetic life. Even if Glenda hadn't brought him back, Andy would still lock him up.
He quietly opened the front door and looked up to the top of the stairs where Chucky's body would be.
Taking careful steps, Andy made his way up the stairs and almost fell at seeing a huge blood stain on the floor but no Chucky.
"Fuck!"
"Andy!"
Andy whipped around to see Maccy with her arms folded across her chest, galring at him. "What the hell are you doing in my neighbors house!" She demanded.
"Uh, well," Andy began to say.
"Don't uh, well, me! You broke down her gate, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Yeah, Andy, tell her what you're doing."
Andy looked down passed Maccy and saw Chucky grinning up at him from the bottom of the stairs. Maccy also went to turn but Andy stopped her and drug her up to Glen's room and shut the door.
"Andy, what is going on here?"
"I can't explain right now, just wait here, I'll be back!" Andy sat Maccy on Glen's bed and shot out the door and hoped she wouldn't follow him. To his relief, she stayed put.
"Now, where are you, you cock sucking little fuck," Andy whispered as he looked around for Chucky.
"Still blind as a bat I see, eh, Andy?"
Andy looked behind him and saw Chucky standing with his gun hanging at his side and smiling more manically at Andy than ever before.
Oh shit, Andy thought. Chucky was standing in front of the hall where Maccy was, and by the looks that Chucky was giving him, that little freak had something planned.
"You know, I've been thinking about that "chance" thing and Andy, you really put yourself lower than ever! You giving me a chance? What the hell, Andy? Did Glen put you on drugs or something?"
"Don't judge so quickly," Andy told him. "Who knows, my giving you a chance could have been a trap."
Chucky shook his head and took a step backwards. "No, you're not capable of thinking up something that intelligent. Glen has a very special way of getting what he wants."
"How do you know? You haven't seen me in 30 some years," Andy said taking a step towards Chucky.
"Oh, I know alright, you're not that hard to figure out."
"Neither are you."
"Oh, my fucking god! Andy, what the fuck is going on here!"
Andy hadn't seen Maccy coem up behind Chucky and Chucky looked over his shoulder to see her and smiled.
"Oh, Andy, you didn't," Chucky said with a smirk.
"What!"
"Kristin's going to be so disappointed in you."
Andy's eyes widened. "No, Chucky, this is not what you think it is! Maccy is my best friend, not girlfriend!"
"Oh? Is that it? But she is your friend and she is a girl, so wouldn't she be your girlfriend?"
"He's got a point, Andy," Maccy said with a shrug.
"Oh, god, no, Maccy, don't give him any ideas! He doesn't need to be given the wrong impression and get me in trouble with Kristin!"
Maccy glared at Andy. "I'm not given nobody no impression! It's common logic!"
While Andy and Maccy argued Chucky snuck out of sight and went to find Glenda. They were going for a ride.
"Glenda, where are you?" Chucky whispered loudly.
"I'm here, Dad," Glenda said from behind him.
"Good, come on, we're paying two special people a visit," Chucky said leading Glenda outside to Andy's car.
"Can't we just take Mom's?"
"No, I'm pretty sure Andy does not know how to hot wire a car, so he cannot stop us. Get in."
"But we don't have keys for his car!"
"I'll hot wire the fucking thing! Just because he doesn't know doesn't mean that I don't know how!"
"Okay!"
They hopped into the drivers seat, Chucky wired the car, and they sped off.
Andy and Maccy were still arguing but Andy was sure that he heard something that didn't sound right to him.
"What's wrong?" Maccy asked.
"Oh, no. He took my car!"
Andy shot down the stairs and out the door. Just as he had expected, his car was gone.
"God, no! This is not happening!"
"Oh, quit being a drama queen, we'll take my car," Maccy said dragging Andy to her car. "Jeez, how more dramatic can you get?" Maccy glared at Andy as she unlocked the car and got in.
"Go to my house, that's the first place Chucky would go," Andy ordered.
"Right, by the way, who is this Chucky and why a doll?"
Andy sighed. "Its a very long story," he replied wishing that Maccy wouldn't have came out and seen Chucky.
"Well, it's going to take awhile to get to your house so start talking."
"Hey, Dad?"
"What Glenda?"
"Was Simon supposed to play a big part in your plans?"
"Oh, shit, that's right! I forgot about him! Damn it!"
"Go to his house then, maybe he'll be home."
"No, he probably went to see you and got caught by the police when they were called. Most likely they caught him "sneaking" to the house and thought he was the psycho."
Glenda sighed. "Then go to the police station."
"I don't fucking think so!" Chucky snapped. He sure as hell didn't want to end up there! He'd spent too much of his life in an evidence box.
"Why not?" Glenda snapped back.
"You can go, I'm not. The station is only a few blocks from Andy's house, you and Simon can walk when you get out."
Glenda huffed. "How are you going to get to Andy's if I'm in the station?"
"I have my ways."
Chucky dropped Glenda off and waited for her to disappear into the station. In truth, he didn't have any ways to drive the car all by himself, so instead he left a note saying to leave the car and walk to Andy's. Maybe then that would make Andy think that Chucky didn't know where he lived, if of course Andy managed to get to the house in time.
Without wasting any more time Chucky ran to Andy's house and reached it in good time. He snuck his way in and found Tiffany and Kristin sitting on the couch half way watching TV and half way thinking. But, where was Glen?
Chucky had to find some way to get Tiffany alone and convince her to join him again and kill Andy and his family. He sure missed having her with him, it was more enjoyable when she killed with him; she had ideas that Chucky would never think of when it came to killing.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to use the bathroom," Tiffany said and hopped down from the couch.
A sinister smile spread across Chucky's face and he found an easy route to the bathroom without being seen by Kristin. He hoped that Tiffany didn't need to actually use the bathroom but was only going there to get some alone time. She had always done it with Chucky.
When Tiffany started to shut the door Chucky shoved passed her and shut the door himself.
"Hi, honey," Chucky said in a loving voice.
Tiffany stared wide eyed at him. "Chucky? What are you doing here?" She asked with a shaky voice.
"Oh, come on honey, don't do that! I hate it when you act all scared of me. I'm just here because I want you back."
"You want me back? Are you joking to get me out and kill me or do you really want me back?"
Chucky smiled at Tiffany. He really wanted her back. She was the world to him, even though they did fight a lot, but no matter what, he always loved her. "Don't get me wrong Tiff, I do really want you back. It's just not the same without you." Chucky sighed. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you that day we turned on each other, I don't know what came over me."
"Neither do I, but..."
Chucky's hopes rose and he perked up a bit. "But?"
"But, I do accept your apology, and I'm sorry too. I guess we fight and that's life."
Chucky grinned. "I guess so," he said giving Tiffany a hug. "So, why don't we go kill some morons like the old days?"
Tiffany looked at Chucky. "We won't have to kill Kristin, will we?"
"Well, yeah, she wouldn't forgive you if she knew that you and I killed Andy."
"Oh, well, I guess that's just our life," Tiffany sighed.
"Yeah, but we live that life together and that's all we need. Let's go bring back the old days."
"Okay," Tiffany said smiling.
Glen caught sight of Andy's car parked out at the police station and parked his own car right next to Andy's and waited. Andy was going to get a big surprise from Glen, especially since he didn't keep his promise and nobody goes back on their promises as far as Glen was concerned. It was time to get Andy back and also to get rid of Glenda, who stole the attention that Chucky should be giving to him and not her. That was why there was going to be some change.
As Glen watched the front door, he noticed a shadow that moved out from behind the station and towards Andy's car. Glen looked closely and saw that it was Simon carrying Glenda.
"Great, now I have two people to take over," Glen said aloud. If he didn;t do something quick, Chucky would notice Glen anymore and that was not going to happen, Glen was Chucky's pride and joy and he was going to prove it.
Glenda saw Glen's hummer parked next to Andy's car and she growled in protest.
"Damn it, you ruin everything!"
Simon looked down at Glenda with a confused expression on his face. "Who ruins everything?"
"Glen," Glenda said gagging on the mention of his name.
Simon looked closely and the hummer and saw that it was Glen. "What is he here for?"
Glenda shurgged. "Fuck if I know, but I'm guessing he's after Dad."
"Oh, why?"
"I'll explain later."
"Right, so what do we do?"
Glenda thought for a moment. "Just keep walking, and I'll tell you where to go," she said.
Simon did as she said and he walked right passed Glen's hummer and disappeared around the corner.
Glen started the car and slowly drove out from the parking lot just enough to see where Glenda and Simon where but couldn't see them. So, he just ignored them and drove off to Andy's house to see if Tiffany was still there.
"So, what's your plan, Chucky?" Tiffany asked as they peeked around the corner at Kristin.
"Hmm, we'll wait till Glenda and Simon get here, then it goes from there."
"So basically you're making up the plan as things happen?"
Chucky nodded. "Yep, thought I'd try something new. Why?"
"Boy, you're getting kind of lazy, honey."
"Just this time," Chucky said running both of them behind the couch. He looked around to the front door and just about shit his pants when Andy and Maccy came in.
"God fucking damn it!"
"Shhh, Chucky!" Tiffany scolded.
"You shhh! I'm gonna cuss when I'm fucking mad!"
"Asshole," Tiffany muttered.
"Shut up."
"Where's Tiffany?" Andy asked Kristin as he and Maccy started looking around.
Chucky and Tiffany dove under the couch and watched Andy and Maccy's feet shuffle around.
"She went to the bathroom, I think she's home sick."
"So you think," Andy said getting down on his knees and checking under everything else but the couch.
Chucky and Tiffany sighed in relief.
"Oh, Andy, don't say that! Tiffany has been through a lot! Just give her some time."
Chucky snickered. "Isn't that what the doctor's kept saying?"
"Fuck you."
"Not now, maybe later," Chucky said sounding a bit too serious.
"Say, did Glen show up here at all?"
Nope, nobody has," Kristin said. "I'll go check on Tiffany."
"Uh, oh," Tiffany said giving Chucky a scared look.
"Don't worry, you can come out from the kitchen and claim you needed a drink," he said motioning for her to sneak into the kitchen.
Quickly she made her way into the kitchen just as Kristin came back.
"She's not there."
"I knew it, she's plotting against us," Andy said giving Kristin a glare.
"I'm what?" Tiffany asked as she came out with a glass of water in her hands.
"Oh, Tiffany! I'm sorry, I guess I went to far!"
"That's okay, I don't blame you. Who could trust a killer?"
"Right," Andy said. he was becoming suspicious again.
"Are you okay, Tiffany?" Kristin asked worriedly.
"Why so worried? I can get over things pretty quickly," Tiffany said setting her glass on the coffee table and getting up on the couch.
Chucky, who had turned his attention to the front door again, just about yelled out, "Don't you fucking dare!" as he saw Simon and Glenda come up but he restrained himself. He watched Simon put Glenda down and she slowly came into the house and Chucky wanted to kill her. To his surprise she saw him under the couch and he gave her a killer glare.
His plans were going to go to shit once again.
