Chucky brought the bag home, a little metal trailer in a small trailer park, next to his friend, Changing out of his wet clothes into a regular t-shirt and pants, Chucky got to work. Lightning flashed on articles that were framed. One included a picture of Tiffany's dead body, bloody and on the floor.
"Tiffany Valentine shot down in Toy Store!"
"Girl claims Soul of Tiffany Valentine was in her doll"
He pulled the parts out of the bag, and got to work. He sighed a little as he began to stitch everything together, using a needle and thread, a stapler, anything to put the doll back together. He dug into a trunk filled with doll parts, until he found an arm that would fit his girlfriend perfectly. He searched the many dolls he had kept for just this occasion, and found the perfect wedding dress, making sure to slide it on the doll body very carefully. Hell, he even gave her a (plastic) pearl necklace. He gave her green eyes as well, since he couldn't find any browns that matched her perfect ones.
Finally, after stitching the doll all together, piece by piece, fixing the hair into a beautiful bun, including the veil, Charles leaned back to see his work, a smirk on his lips as he looked over his girlfriend.
She looked perfect.
Her dress, was flowing, had a flower pattern at the top, with a bit of silk trim, and the skirt had a slit in it that showed her legs.
Her shoes were just dress shoes, but he painted them white. To match the dress.
Her hair, black and beautiful, was in its nice little bun, the flowery veil perched perfectly in her hair
And finally, her face, although covered in stitches and scars, was beautiful, her eyelashes perfectly curled, her lips, pink and plump, her eyes shining a beautiful emerald green.
She was the perfect little bride.
And soon she would be his Living Dead Girl.
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