A/N: I hope you feel like I do and can agree that these last chapters are the best. I guess as I write more and more, I get better and better! Let's hope that that's the case so that when the sequel to this fic comes, it will be good from start to finish! Please enjoy!

Chapter 15

Tiffany looked over at the door where Simon stood but caught sight of Glenda sneaking into the house. She too gave Glenda a look that was supposed to have stopped her in her tracks but didn't. Maybe Tiffany was a bit too nice and let Glenda get away with too much over the years.

To both Chucky and Tiffany's relief, Glenda made it under the couch and motioned Simon away.

Chucky was not at all happy.

"Glenda," he whispered angrily. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Helping you! What do you think I'm doing?"

"I swear, if you fucking mess this up, I will not only kill Andy, but you too. I am not afraid to kill my own daughter, especially when she messes everything up!"

"You're such an asshole," Glenda snapped.

"Shut up or I'll kill you right here and right now."

"Fine."

Up on the couch Tiffany carefully thought out a plan to get Kristin and Andy in separate rooms so Chucky could deal with Andy and she could deal with Kristin. She didn't want to kill Kristin but Chucky was right, when Chucky killed Andy and Kristin knew that Tiffany was in on it, she'd try and kill them both.

"Uh, Kris, can I speak to you alone?" Tiffany tried to sound like she had feminine problems which needed feminine assistance.

Andy caught this and nodded for Kristin to go ahead.

Tiffany brought Kristin into the room in the far back of the house to make things easier for her and Chucky.

Chucky did nothing until he realized what Tiffany was exactly doing and waited for Andy to sit on the couch and get comfortable. When he did Chucky went to crawl out but stopped when the front door slammed open and Glen came into the room with the most maniacal look that Chucky had ever seen on his face.

This was going to be interesting.

"Glen, what the hell—"

"Just shut your mouth, Andy, I don't want to hear shit form you."

Both Chucky's and Glenda's mouths dropped open clear to the floor.

"But you know what, Andy? I've decided that this has been a good thing because it has taught me to realize what I am."

"And what is that?" Andy asked shakily.

Glen smiled and Glenda just about lost her jaw as she saw how Chucky-like that smile was. It was practically Chucky in Glen's body and how scary it was to Glenda and Chucky.

"A cold blooded killer like my father. Why I did not realize that in the beginning, I don't know, but the thing is, in the beginning there was no competition. But now, now there is competition and I plan to win first prize."

Andy knew what Glen meant by competition… Glenda. When he thought about it, Glen hated to see Chucky giving Glenda the attention that he wanted from Chucky and just now Glen wanted that attention so badly that he was going to be a Chucky pleasing son like Chucky had wanted in the beginning. And that meant becoming a full fledged killer like Chucky.

"Glen, you know very well, your father can be brought back," Andy told him hoping to get him out.

"That's not what bothers, me. You didn't keep your promise… that is what bothers me. I hate people who can't keep their promises, especially when it comes to my Dad," Glen growled.

Chucky was amazed. What part of hell did this kid come out from? Chucky had never thought that Glen would want to please him so much, but it made Chucky smile in glee. He did want a killer son, and because of Glenda, he just received one. This was going to go from shit to fit.

"Go ahead, Glen, kill that fucker. Show him you mean what you say," Chucky whispered from under the couch.

"He won't, he's a sissy," Glenda blurted out.

"We'll see," Chucky said. He grabbed Glenda and drug her out from underneath the couch and threw her in sight of both Andy and Glen.

"Glenda!" Andy and Glen yelled in unison.

Glenda gave a weak smile. "Hey, guys, what's up?"

"What the fuck are you doing in my house? Is Chucky with you?" Andy demanded forgetting about Glen.

Glen stepped in Andy's way and stared him straight in the eye. "I'm not done with you." He then turned to Glenda. "You'll come later."

"Wha—what do you mean, later?"

"Did you not hear me explaining to Andy about the competition? Once I'm done with him, it comes to the competition… you."

Chucky this time was too close to shitting his pants. This kid was worse than he was! As Chucky thought about it, Glen being worse than him was actually a cool thought. It would be a nice change to things.

Tiffany came up behind Chucky and asked what was going on. She herself had blood staining her dress and a knife stuck in her boot.

"Why isn't Andy dead?"

Chucky shushed her. "We'll let Glen deal with Andy."

"Glen? You know Glen hates murder!"

Chucky chuckled. "Not anymore," he said turning his attention back to Glen and Andy.

Tiffany watched too.

"Glen, you wouldn't dare," Andy said now sounding serious and acting like he could handle the deranged 17 year old.

"Just watch me," Glen snarled. He raised his hand like lightening and Andy found himself staring down the barrel of a gun just like the one Chucky had had. "Like Dad said, want to see what it's like being shot by one of these baby's?"

"God damn it, Glen, shoot the fucker!" Chucky urged.

"Oh my god, what the fuck has come over my baby?" Tiffany shrieked.

"Shut up, Tiff, he's growing up."

"Oh, God, no. This is not my Glen!"

"Nope, I don't think he's the Glen either of us knew."

Tiffany stared at Chucky. "What do you mean?" She asked as tears formed in her eyes.

"He's not the one you know because he's become a killer and he's not the one I know because he's become a killer worse than I am!" Chucky snickered. "But that sure as hell doesn't bother me!" He exclaimed happily.

"Sometimes I really hate you," Tiffany sobbed.

"Life is life, Tiff, learn to live it!"

Tiffany went to reply but the loud crack of gun fire stopped her and her and Chucky looked around the couch again.

"Holy shit! Fuck yeah!" Chucky hollered. "I knew it! I knew you could do it!"

Glen still stood with his gun aimed at air and at his feet laid Andy with blood dripping from the bullet hole in his head.

To Chucky's bigger surprise, Glen didn't drop to his knees and start crying like he thought he would. It was a brand new Glen and Chucky was enjoying it all.

"Glen, what the fuck has gotten into you?" Tiffany cried.

Glen kneeled in front of Tiffany. "Nothing has gotten into me, I want to do this. I have learned that this is how I need to be. Don't be mad or sad," he said looking at Chucky for any needed backup.

Chucky just shrugged and shook his head.

"But why?"

"I don't know; it's just how it works. This is my life now, Mom."

"And a good one too," Chucky said gleefully.

Glen grinned at Chucky then realized he still had to take care of Glenda.

"I'll be right back," he said getting up and turning to Glenda who still stood in her spot and was staring unbelievably at Andy's body.

"Wow, Glen, I didn't know you had it in ya," she said almost thankfully.

"Oh, you'll see just how much of it I have in me," Glen said with a snicker.

Chucky and Tiffany stared at Glen then looked at each other with shocked expressions.

"Oh, no. He wouldn't, Chucky!"

"He would," Chucky replied studying the look on Glen's face. That kid was going to murder his own sister come hell or high water. It was the end of the old Glen and the complete end for Glenda. "Perhaps you shouldn't have been so cocky in trying to get Glen a human body and yourself a human body. If you would have stayed dolls like me, you wouldn't have to see your daughter get killed by your own son." Chucky couldn't help it, but he smiled. This was so awesome.

"Maybe you're right. It isn't everything being human and since I didn't listen, this is what I get."

Chucky suddenly thought of something. What the hell was he doing letting Glen kill Glenda? It would make Tiffany and his lives hell! It may not seem like it but the loss of their daughter was way more than it seemed.

"Glen, don't," Chucky started to say as he ran out from behind the couch but he was too late. Glen had pulled the trigger.

A/N: He he. Yes, Andy dies and by Glen's hands! MUHAHAHAHA! But what about Glenda? Hmm, you'll have to stay tuned for the last chapter coming soon!