Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own the Child's Play characters, only my own.

A/N: I don't think the last chapter's title really fit, but it was all I could do for it. I hope you guys are liking how this is going and definitely review for me!

Here's Chucky!

Glen sat slumped against the wheel of his car and staring lazily at the traffic light as he waited for it to turn green. He was having absolutely no luck with the whole college thing and was pretty much quitting, it was time to go home, even though he had only been out for a little more than 3 or 4 hours. Sure it seemed that he was a big fat quitter for giving up, but he had a reason, every single college in mind wasn't even close to giving him what he wanted. He was hoping to be able to work with old cases in order to connect them with the newer cases but he was denied that every time.

He wasn't going to argue with them though, obviously they wouldn't believe him if he told them that his father was Charles Lee Ray, especially with how young he was. He was determined to actually investigate his father's previous murders and possibly track him down if he ever came back. He also wanted to know about what happened before he became a doll, and what happened after. Glen wanted to know everything he needed to know about Chucky, even if it killed him, and the only way he could do that was become a part of the law. Sure it did mean that he would have to enforce that law no matter who, although if Glenda was the one breaking it he'd have no problem taking her in. It'd be the most enjoyable time in his life.

When the light finally turned green Glen almost floored the car from frustration and sped off towards home. It was really going to be a long day for him, especially when Tiffany found out he was having no luck and was giving up. She'd be so disappointed in him.

Back at Jennifer's house, Glenda sat in her room and scanned over the morning news paper out of total boredom.

She was perfectly capable of living a life on her own, Glen didn't know squat shit about her. She didn't need to live with Tiffany, she could find her own place, college degree or not, and she would prove it and shove it in Glen's face once it happened. In her opinion, college was the easy way out, which she had never taken any easy way outs because that made her look weak and she despised looking weak in front of anybody, especially Glen.

She soon became even bored with the news and flung the paper over the side of her bed. She leaned forward and plastered her face into the mattress and groaned in utter disappointment, hate and of course, the boredom that didn't seem to want to leave her alone. What a shitty day it had been for her, nothing exciting had ever happened, not even in the past month and it was beginning to tweak her nerves. She had to find something to do, or boredom would kill her.

Glenda slid off the bed with her face still buried in the comforter, straightened her self up, and walked dizzily out of her disgustingly bright room into the nice and dark blue hallway.

Downstairs Tiffany was cleaning up the kitchen and Glenda found it to be her chance to sneak out. She didn't want to be dragged into spring cleaning with her mother, every time Tiffany took it as a chance to have a serious talk with her or a time to spend quality time with her daughter. The very thought of quality time with her mother made Glenda gag.

Carefully Glenda made her way downstairs, trying her hardest to miss every board that she knew would creak if she stepped on it.

After surviving that, Glenda worked on opening the door without making it too creak. Everything in that old house was beginning to creak and it was lessening Glenda's chances of getting out of the house without Tiffany jumping at her and demanded to know where she was going, what time she was going to be back, and other motherly demands. It was really time to get her own place so she could finally get away with all the demands from both Tiffany and Glen.

With surprisingly luck, Glenda made it out to her car where she immediately jumped in and took off before Tiffany could run out and catch her. What she didn't know was that Tiffany was too busy to care and was just not in the mood to mess with her.

No matter what Tiffany did, she could never get a straight answer from Glenda so she just gave up.

Tiffany sighed as she watched Glenda speed away then went back to her cleaning. Luckily she felt good when she cleaned, it took away the stress Glenda was starting to cause on her.

In the kitchen she tidied up the last few things and was putting away her dish towels when she heard the front door creak as if it were being opened only a few inches. It went quiet for a few moments then it creaked again and clicked as it was shut.

It was probably Glenda playing some nasty trick on her or something, it was beginning to become a fixed errand on Glenda's schedule, and it was getting old too.

"Glenda, get in here please." Tiffany was going to give her a good talk and make her do some chores because of her attempt with the usual "sneak up on mom and scare her" trick.

The house was quiet and Tiffany became impatient.

"Glenda! I told you to get in here!"

When again everything went quiet, Tiffany walked into the living room and expected to see Glenda smiling at her, but found nothing but emptiness.

"I must be going crazy," Tiffany said placing her hand on her forehead to check for a fever. Glenda's tricks had been getting to her more than ever and it was starting to give her hallucinations.

Shaking her head, Tiffany made her way back to the kitchen and glanced around the big cabinet just to make sure, and turned back to the direction she was heading, still standing there as if something should happen. And something did happen.

WHACK!

Everything went black.

As her consciousness slowly regained, Tiffany swore she could feel the sharp pain in the back of her head where she had been hit and she brought her hand to it, touched it, then brought her hand back to her vision as it cleared. Thank god there was no blood… no blood? She had been hit pretty damned hard, there had to be blood.

Gradually pulling herself up from the floor into a seated position, Tiffany looked around to see what had happened.

Once again the house was quiet, but there was something more than strange going on, everything seemed bigger in her perspective. Was she dreaming?

A thought then hit her. She jerked her hand back into view and saw the stubby plastic fingers with the long dark fingernails and screamed.

This couldn't be happening, it just possibly couldn't!

Tiffany leapt up, but staggered into the wall as the blood rushed to her head making her clasp her head with both hands and groan.

There was only one logical cause of this, and that was Chucky.

She never thought it would happen, but it did, Chucky was back. He was back and determined to get revenge on her, Glen and Glenda. But she wouldn't let that happen, no way in hell would she let that happen.

As she held her head in her hands trying to soothe the tension, a shadow came into her view on the floor, a shadow that was no other than Chucky's.

Boy did she want to beat the shit out of him at that moment but her head was throbbing unmercifully and she was powerless for that moment.

"Long time no see, eh?"

Tiffany finally looked up at him and glowered at him.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" It was all that Tiffany could say to him. To her disappointment it just made his maniacal smile grow even wider.

"Nice to see you too, bitch," Chucky snapped at her.

Soon Tiffany regained her sense and placed herself right in Chucky's face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She screamed at him.

Chucky backed off a bit in surprise, but then immediately stood his ground again. "What's wrong, honey? Are you not a "star" anymore?"

Tiffany clenched her teeth. "Shut up, just shut up you asshole!" She didn't have the patience to mess with Chucky at that moment. She would have to find a way to keep Glen from finding out that Chucky was back and keep Glenda from finding out about Chucky at all. She was glad that Glen was out college hunting because it gave her the time to think things over and Glenda, there were no worries about her coming home anytime soon. She stayed out until midnight if she was able to get away with it.

Tiffany hated to do it, but this was one time she would actually let Glenda stay out until midnight, maybe longer if things didn't go as she wanted them to go.

"So, where's the kids?" Chucky asked in an unconcerned tone.

Tiffany looked at him with hate. "Why would you even care?"

Chucky shrugged. "Hey, there my kids too, aren't they?"

Tiffany just shook her head. Chucky narrowed his eyes at her. He knew exactly what was going on, she wasn't that hard to figure out, especially when it came to Glen and Glenda.

"Just as I thought," Chucky said catching her attention and making her walk straight back to him. "You're determined to hide all of this."

"You're damned right! Do you possibly think that I would let Glenda see you and make Glen go through the suffering of seeing you and not do anything about it?"

"A father can't see his owns kids?" Sure Chucky did want to see them, he wanted to see what Glenda was like, and see if Glen changed. It wouldn't be likely that Glen changed, but Chucky did have the right to hope.

"And make life go back to the way it was? Not in this life time, Chucky. Life now is just how I want it. You're are not going to ruin it."

Chucky thought for a moment. "Then how about this. I take Glenda off your hands and you can stick with Glen, sound good?"

"Not even that would happen."

Chucky actually pouted. "Why not?"

"Because, you'd use her for bad things. For God's sake she already bad enough!"

Chucky snickered. He had a feeling he was going to like Glenda. If Tiffany would allow him to even meet her. What a stuck up bitch.

"Why don't you let the kids make their own decisions?"

This struck Tiffany harder than anything ever told to her about the raising of Glen and Glenda before. It made it even worse for the fact that it came right from Chucky, the father of the kids she was raising, or had raised.

"Now it's my turn to say, "just as I thought"," Tiffany said giving Chucky a killer glare.

Chucky waited for her to answer with absolutely no care as to what she thought.

"You're trying to act like the hero and put my own kids against me."

Chucky gave her a big smile as if to say, "You got it!"

"I don't think Glen would take my side though," Chucky said. "Obviously since the kid can't even handle a drop of blood or even a small scratch on his own body, even yet anything like that on someone else." Chucky then laughed. "Come to think of it, he really wouldn't make a good doctor, now would he?"

"I can't believe you could speak of Glen in such a manner," Tiffany said with a small growl.

"It's the truth, and you know it. Face it Tiff, the kids a sissy."

"He is not! He's doing way better than you are!"

Chucky made a huff kind of sound with a small laugh mixed with it. "Really? And how is he doing better than I am?"

"He's going to college, and making a better life for himself than you ever did!"

Chucky rolled his eyes. "Oh, big deal. Honey, college is the easy way out," he said shaking his head at Tiffany.

Tiffany opened her mouth to reply when the front door slowly opened and Glen made his way into the house, not noticing his doll parents about to get into a huge argument.

"Shit!"

Tiffany went to shove Chucky out of Glen's sight but was too late.