A/N: Whoo, here comes the definite rated M part of the story! Hey, who's to blame? Chucky can't resist, remember, his life consists of murder, sex, eating and sleeping (in that order). It's any guys dream life that Chucky was able to make come true! We should feel happy for our Chucky! GO CHUCKY! I do warn those who can't take "sexy" scenes, for those who can't stand them, do not read the last part of the chapter! It's not really all that bad but I just want to warn you so I don't get in trouble, so don't say I didn't warn you! Even though it really isn't that bad. I'm not that way.

Chapter 3

Getting more and more bored with every passing minute Chucky hopped down off the bed and started to search for something to do but was interrupted when Jamie came into the room with Kimberly's demands.

Took you long enough, Chucky thought watching Jamie place everything by Kim and immediately walk out. He drug himself out from under the bed and wiped himself off. It was really getting old to be diving under the bed for cover.

"Chucky, where'd you go, again?" Kimberly asked in an annoyed tone.

"Who wants to know?" Chucky asked going back to his search.

"I do, you want your burger?"

"Oh fuck no," Chucky said shivering in disgust. At that moment just the thought of eating that fat and grease filled piece of nothing would make him sick. For God's sake the meat wasn't even meat.

"Is it the usual fat and grease thought?"

Chucky nodded.

"Well, there's my skittles and Gatorade."

"Not right now, I have things to do."

Kimberly cocked her head at him. "You feeling okay?"

"Peachy, it's just when your tired and groggy, you really have no taste for food."

"I see, then how about a drink," Kimberly said tossing him a Gatorade.

He let it drop next to him then looked back at Kim. "You wouldn't be mad at my plan, would you?" He asked.

Kimberly shrugged. "Don't know. Tell me and find out," she said taking a bite of her burger.

"I was thinking that since Jamie and Ken live with you that they would have the same fate as you."

Kimberly stopped chewing and stared at Chucky. "And what fate is that?"

"You know how I want to turn you into a doll, well, what about them too? Just to make things easier."

Kimberly thought. "Yes, I see where you're getting a, but you do realize there will be tension and lots of complaints and most likely fights."

"I'm more than sure of that, Kim. Especially when I've dealt with it from Tiffany."

"Then I have no objections to your plan, except what about Tiffany?"

Chucky sighed. "Haven't thought about that completely yet. Still needs some work."

"You know, that's why nothing went wrong with you, you always had planned your attacks out with caution and made sure that they were complete before acting on them."

"I'd say pretty much everything went wrong. Especially that night I was shot and had to transfer my soul into this doll In order to get revenge. Take it from me, kid, don't try and do something stupid in order to get revenge, especially on the verge of death. It would be the greatest mistake you'd ever make." Chucky paused and thought about something else. "That is until you realize that it's the coolest thing you'd ever be able to do," he said laughing.

"I was wondering there for a moment if you'd lost it. You life pretty much exists on revenge."

"You're damned right!"

Kimberly grinned. "Ready for your hamburger now?"

Chucky just stared at her, then shook his head. "Nope, I don't eat shit," he said jumping up onto the bed and stealing the bag of skittles.

Kimberly watched in amusement as he fought to open the bag until finally she had to help him to keep her from laughing at him and making him mad. He might decide to waste and throw the bag at her once it's open.

Once the bag was open Chucky sat down on his mountain of pillows just like a little kid would and finished watching a movie marathon that had come on the TV.

"What kind of lame ass son of a bitch made this movie?" Chucky asked looking at the TV with disgust.

Kimberly shrugged. "Hell if I know. I just know that it's supposed to be a real "killer" kind of scary movie," she said straining to open a Gatorade. It seems that they both had problems getting things open.

"They don't even know the meaning of killer, or scary for that matter."

"Oh for god's sake, this is a 40's movie, Chucky!"

Chucky snorted. "I've seen movies made in the 20's that were better than this one," he said chucking the bag of candy to Kimberly making fly off the couch to avoid being hit by it. She knew he'd throw it at her sometime.

"I have too, Chucky. But unfortunately I cannot control what the TV shows, so you'll just have to survive it."

Chucky juts growled at her.

A knock on the door startled them both and Chucky dove under the bed just as Ken and Jamie walked in.

"Hey, feeling revived?" Ken asked sitting next to her on the bed.

"Much better!"

Both Ken and Jamie smiled.

"I'm glad," Jamie said with relief. "Say, where's Chucky?"

Kimberly raised her eyebrows and stared at her sister. "Why do you want to know?" She asked with suspicion.

Jamie shrugged. "Just wondering. Oh, Darian wants to see you and so Ken and I told him that you would go stay with him for a week or two."

"Well, it would be nice," she said with some slight reluctance in her voice.

"Oh come on! You love to stay with him and he would love for you to stay with him!"

Definitely, but as you know, Chucky would have to stay home. Remember, he's got a phobia of dolls," Ken said looking at Kimberly as if waiting for her to tell them the whereabouts of Chucky.

Kimberly dropped her head in disappointment. "Shit, you're right." She sighed and had second thoughts about the trip.

Jamie gave Kimberly a smile. "don't worry, Kimy, we'll take good care of Chucky! He'll be in our sight at all times so nothing happens."

"Why are you so determined about Chucky? You act like he's alive or something. He's only a doll, Jamie."

"I know, but he's your doll that you named after Mom's best friend for a reason which means he's special. I think he needs the attention."

"Attention? A doll?" Kimberly tried her best to act as if Chucky was just another ordinary doll, but found that it was getting rather hard.

Jamie laughed. "Sure, why not? He needs a bit touching up anyway."

Kimberly jumped out of her bed in protest. "Touching up? That's what you call attention?" Kimberly demanded angrily.

"Well, it would be nice, e wouldn't look so creepy," Jamie said surprised at Kim's reaction.

"No way, he's stays just the way he is, and he will either stay the way he is or you'll pay!"

Jamie held her hands up in surrender. "Alright, he'll stay the way he is and we will make sure nothing new happens to him," she said sitting Kim back down.

Kimberly sighed. "You just keep your word," she said in a low voice.

"I will," Jamie said crossing her heart.

"Now, let's get you packed, you star off for Darian's tomorrow."

Kimberly nodded and they helped her pack her things and when Jamie and Ken had finally left her to finish Chucky came out and stared at Kimberly with a betrayed look. He Didn't think this was how his say was going to go.

"You're leaving me for two weeks?" he demanded.

Kimberly hung her head in an apology. "I'm sorry. If Cousin Darian didn't have his phobia I would take you. I wish I could take you."

Chucky took a deep breath. "Well, I could use this time to check out Jamie and see if I can't convince her it's me. It'd be good to have an actual conversation with her again."

"Yes, you could. I bet Jamie will be delighted to see you, although kind of creeped out at first."

Chucky nodded. "I'm pretty sure of that also."

Kimberly smiled. "Well, I guess before I forget, have fun these next two weeks and try to stay out of trouble. When I get back you can do whatever you damn well please but until then, behave."

"Yes, Mother," Chucky replied with a sinister grin.

"Shithead," Kimberly snapped at him.

"Tease," Chucky snapped back.

Kimberly glared at him. "Oh, you stupid bastard," she growled.

Chucky smiled. "I don't know about stupid but bastard? Hmm, maybe, I'm just a few genes short of that." He waited for her to reply but she just glared at him in hatred.

"Has the mighty fallen, yet again?" Chucky asked.

"Just shut up."

Chucky took a deep breath. "Damn, it seems that I don't know how to shut up," he said leaning his chin on his hand with his middle finger sticking out.

"Oh, fuck you too!"

"Hey, I got there first," Chucky complained.

"I'll bet," Kimberly said with a smile that made Chucky narrow his eyes at her.

"Are you implying something?"

Kimberly shrugged. "Maybe…"

"Maybe it's good that you're leaving for two weeks."

"Well, maybe it is! I won't have to deal with you!"

Chucky snickered. "Really? You have too much confidence in yourself. You know very well that you'll be crying to come see me again."

"Ha, ha, ha. Like hell." Kimberly jumped off her bed and grabbed some more things to pack then turned back to Chucky. "Also while I'm gone, try not to kill Ken, he's the world to Jamie and as far as I know, she wouldn't forgive you if you killed him. Charles Lee Ray or not, no one gets away with killing her sweetheart."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Chucky said waving his hand. "He's just gotta promise not to do anything to me, if I let Jamie know it's me. Jamie's sweetheart or not, if he tries to kill me, I'll kill him."

"I'm sure Jamie wouldn't let him try to kill you. Just make a deal with him, if he doesn't kill you, you won't kill him. Sound good?"

Chucky sighed. "I guess that'll work, but who knows, I may keep my secret from them for awhile," he said running up the stairs and peeking through the key hole of the door. He watched Jamie and Ken fix some dinner while occasionally making out when their hands weren't full.

"My God, what a horny son of a bitch," Chucky said under his breath.

"I wouldn't be talking if I were you," Kimberly said behind him.

"Shut the fuck up."

"I prefer not to, especially since you're no better than he is."

Chucky clenched his teeth together and grinded them in annoyance. He then turned and stared Kimberly right in the eye. "You may be the daughter of the woman I loved and I may love you as a daughter, maybe something else, but that doesn't mean I won't beat you into a bloody pulp."

Kimberly held her hands up in surrender. "Alright, I get it. I'm just making a statement," she said walking back down the stairs.

"Keep your statements to yourself," Chucky yelled to her.

Kimberly didn't reply.

Chucky shook his head and looked back through the key hole to see the kitchen empty. He listened closely but heard nothing. Thinking of something else, Chucky ran back down to Kimberly.

"What room did those guy's choose?" He asked Kimberly as she flipped through the channels.

"Right above us on the third floor."

"How'd you find that out?"

Kimberly let out a small laugh. "How else?" She asked giving Chucky a look that said 'you should know'.

"And here you don't admit that that fucker is a horny son of a bitch. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothings wrong, I just thought you shouldn't be the one talking because you're just as bad as he is. I bet Tiffany could argue to that."

Chucky snapped his jaw shut and grabbed his knife and pointed it at Kimberly threateningly. "Don't you EVER… bring Tiffany into ANY… conversation like that! I will rip your throat out for doing that!" He yelled.

"Shhh, Ken and Jamie will hear you," Kimberly said running up to Chucky and grabbing the knife out of his hand then covered his mouth with her own hand to keep him from saying anymore. She knew he would nag on about bringing Tiffany up because she knew now how much he hated her.

It gave Chucky such a surprise that he bit into her palm hard enough to draw a lot blood in order to get her to let go.

Kimberly ripped her hand away and held it tightly to her leg and tried to cease the bleeding.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

"You surprised the hell outta me, I hate it when people do that! Just remember that next time it won't be so minor, next time I'll rip your whole palm open," Chucky growled as he wiped Kim's blood off his mouth.

"Jeez, what wild hair got stuck up your ass?" Kimberly asked searching for some cloth to wrap around her sore hand.

Chucky just glared at her as he spat the remainder of her blood out. Boy he really got deep.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I know what you don't like and all, but you worry me sometimes," Kimberly said in a quiet voice. "I'll do anything to keep you alive."

Chucky sighed. " I'll forgive you this time because Tiffany's got my amulet, you're leaving for two weeks and I have no plans to fix either of those and it's driving me up the wall because all my plans are going to have to wait for two weeks longer than they should have," he said pulling out a rag and throwing it to Kimberly so she could wrap her hand up.

Before Kimberly could reply, the basement door opened and Ken came running down the stairs with just a pair of boxers on.

Chucky, who had dove under the bed for safety once again because it was closest, turned his head and tried not to laugh. He knew it, there was no mistake that Jamie and him would end up in their bedroom. He was beginning to think that they were worse than him, which in some ways would be almost impossibe in Chucky's standards.

"I told you," Chucky said quietly to himself while listening to Ken as he asked if they had left the birth control pills in her room.

Chucky shivered. Why the fuck would they have left them in Kimberly's room? He didn't even want to think about it, especially since he had been sitting in Kim's bed an awful lot. But then once he'd turned her into a doll he could claim the territory of Kimberly's bed, after putting everything through the washer a million times. Then again Kimberly herself could have done some things...

When Kimberly told Ken and he left, Chucky actually came out snickering after having another thought.

"What?" Kim asked getting some water from her bottle to clean his bite.

"Didn't know you were like that," he replied laughing. She'd probably kill him for joking like that.

"Like what?"

"Don't play stupid, it's very obvious when Ken comes down asking you where the birth control pills are."

Kim stopped cleaning the bite and stared at Chucky. "Oh, well, at least I take precautions," she said in defense.

Chucky gagged. "Oh, god! I was only joking!" He said trying his hardest not to puke.

Kimberly smiled at him. "So was I," she said then burst out laughing.

"I really hate it when you do that," Chucky said giving her a dirty look.

"Hey, why don't you like Tiffany being brought up like how I did when you bit me?"

Chucky kept his dirty look on her. "Because she doesn't know jack fuck about me," he said.

"Oh," Kimberly replied as if she already knew that. "How long were you two married?"

"Not long, only a couple years."

"But you knew each other in high school," Kimberly said wondering why Tiffany didn't know much about Chucky like she should since she had known him since high school.

"So? That bitch couldn't get to know someone even if they told her everything and wrote it down for her in blood. She doesn't care about who she's with, all she cares about is herself."

"No wonder you left her, but why'd you marry her in the first place then?"

Chucky moaned. "Do you have to ask these questions? Can we just get off the subject of Tiffany and go to something else?"

"Like what?"

"Anything!"

"Okay, let's talk sex!" Kimberly joked.

"You're like a little kid," Chucky said shaking his head at her. She was really trying to tempt him which was not a good thing. Ever since he brought it up in the first place that he did have those feelings for her, it seemed that she has been hounding on him for it. He hoped that the next two weeks would go by quick. He really couldn't take it any longer.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"What would you like to do before you leave? There's go to be something on your mind." He would prove to her once and for all that he wasn't the only pervert in the house. Yes, he did admit he was a pervert, but when people used it too much against him when they themselves are the same way, he gets a little tired of it.

"Hmm, you're right about size," she said in thought about what Chucky had told her in the hospital.

I knew it, Chucky thought.

"Still in the mood?"

Chucky crossed his arms and glared at Kimberly. "And you call me a horny pervert?" He asked.

Kimberly gave him a look of surprise, then hung her head again. He was right.

"I'm so sorry, Chucky. I didn't stop to think that I'm just as bad as you are, but you know what?"

Chucky took a deep breath. "What?"

"It's the perfect good-bye."

Chucky narrowed his eyes at her. "I thought you wanted to wait until you're a doll," he said giving her a stern look. He wasn't going to fall for anything, especially since she had been leading him into thinking he could do it then shoving him off. What was she doing to him? Well, maybe the hospital thing was because she was just too afraid that they would be caught, who to blame her?

"I don't trust you."

Kimberly crossed her arms in a pout. "Why not? Wait… you're thinking of the hospital thing, aren't you?"

Chucky waited for her to continue.

"I didn't want to get caught! I would have died if that happened, my life would have been completely over because that fucking hospital would have spilled it to everyone. Then because of it, I would have been thrown into that mental asylum!" Kimberly stopped and caught her breath. "Get my point?"

"I guess so, I still don't trust you though. I hate being made a fool of."

"Who said I was making a fool of you?"

Chucky grinned. "Just shut the fuck up and go lock the door. You're life would really be over if Jamie caught us," he said nodded his head to the door impatiently.

"Trust me, I'm gonna let you do it this time. I'd probably be able to survive the next two weeks away from you better if I let you." Kim gave Chucky the look over. "You really aren't that small, and I'm pretty sure you do make up for your size." She ran up to the door, locked it and ran back down.

Chucky was still in his spot and Kimberly gave him a "Well what are you waiting for," look and went around the room checking all the windows and openings to make sure they were shut and blocked.

"What are you doing just standing there?" Kimberly asked.

"We're gonna play dollhouse, Kimberly," Chucky said. "Do you know how to play dollhouse?"

Kimberly looked at him confused. "Not your idea of dollhouse," she said studying him.

"Okay, what's you're idea of dollhouse?"

"What?"

Chucky sighed. "What would you do for the doll when it's pretend nighttime?"

"That's easy, you'd undress hi--"

"Uh huh, and so technically, what time is it now?"

"Nighttime… oh, I see where you're getting at. You sneaky little devil."

Chucky let out his infamous laugh. "You catch on quickly, babe. Show me how much you can catch on," he said hopping into her arms.

"Yes, sir."

Chucky stretched out, shut the lights off and darkness flooded the room.

ROFLMAO! XD Had ya going there didn't I? Oh, come on. I'm not going to go through every detail! I'm just making Chucky, well, Chucky. I hope I didn't creep you out, and I promise it won't be as bad as this any other times. This is as bad as it's going to get. It's my promise.