"Would you just hold her, god damnit?" Chucky rolled his eyes, 5 minutes later. He was holding the Tiffany doll, trying to make Damien hold it as they took a walk through the woods.

"But Chucky, I think this thing has lice or something!" Damien pouted. "You wanna learn how to be a killer or not?" Chucky glared. Damien sighed, holding the doll close.

"Are you ready for a soirée entre garçons?" Chucky chuckled, looking around as rain poured on the two, lighting flashing. Perfect. He looked around, acting as if he were trying to find something.

Damien looked confused at the French. "What's that?' He asked. Chucky chuckled, looking over his shoulder. "I thought you understood French." Damien gave a nervous laugh, flinching as thunder filled the air.

"Now you make sure you watch me... Both of you." Chucky looked towards Tiffany with a smirk. He swore, the eyes stared right back at him, filled with love like they did when she was alive.

"Y'know, Damien, there's something I never told you about Tiffany." Chucky smiled, looking up ahead as he thought back to the old memories. The good old days where he strangled anyone with his girlfriend and partner by his side.

"Don't tell me Bitchy is one of those dolls who wets her pants." Damien winced, holding the doll as far away as possible. Chucky shook his head. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't talk that way about Tiff if I were you. Last time someone did that... well... Let's just say they were sleeping with the fishes." the brown haired man smirked.

Damien quickly held the doll tighter. "O-oh?" He whimpered. Chucky nodded, continuing with the tale.

"You see, Tiffany and I lived together for years. Of course, that was before the cops killed her." Chucky tensed a little. He usually didn't talk of them. Nor that BASTARD Mike Norris. Chucky took a breath, before chuckling.

"That was before she passed her soul into that doll there. I had taught her how..." Lighting flashed brightly. Damien listened close as he walked nearby. No one could hear them now. They stopped finally.

"Boy, was I ever jealous. Anybody even looked at Tiffany, and I would take care of him." Chucky looked to the doll, knowing she was listening. "Wouldn't I Tiff?" He smirked. Damien just tried to ignore it as he continued to listen.

"We were together a long time. Since we were kids." Chucky smiled. Then he thought back to the GOOD good memories, and smirked a little, knowing that if THIS didn't catch her attention, nothing would.

"And good God, did she know how to work what she provided. Incredible in bed." He chuckled. "I think she was the best I ever had." He smiled. He knew this would wake her up more than ever. Maybe even turn her on a little bit.

Damien scoffed, shaking his head. "Come on, Chucky. She ain't big enough to take care of a guy like you." He laughed, the doll held close to his chest.

Then... it happened.

Slowly, to Chucky's delight, Tiffany's head spun around to face Damien, Exorcist style. She gave a smirk. "It's not the size that counts, mother fucker. It's what you do with it."

Damien stared in horror, before as quick as a flash, Tiffany ripped the hook piercing right out of his lip. Blood began to pour out of his mouth, as Damien let out a scream of pain.

Chucky just decided to watch, crossing his arms as he let Tiffany go at it. He had worked her up for all of this.

Damien threw the doll down, and tried to run, but Tiffany used a nearby stick to stab him in the leg, making him fall to the ground. She was about to bring the stick down to slit his throat, but then looked up at Chucky, looking at his coat.

Chucky, catching on, slid off his coat, and tossed it to her, all while holding Damien down. The doll caught it, shoving it over Damien's face before sitting on it, as the goth struggled to get her off.

Tiffany, feeling rather awkward, looked up at her boyfriend with a shy little smile.

"Hi."

Chucky smiled a little awkwardly too. Dear God, it was like they were in middle school again.

"Hi."

"So...How you been?" Tiffany rubbed her neck as she crossed her legs. "Okay. You?" Chucky replied, looking up from Damien's struggling body. "Just peachy." She joked. Chucky gave a little laugh. There was more silence. Tiffany broke it again.

"Actually, to tell you the truth, I've been kinda out of it." She looked at her scarred body. Hm. This was a strange predicament. Did he... Sew her back together? Aweeee!

"I know. Took me ten years to find your ass." Chucky nodded. Tiffany nodded back, before seeing something peek out of Damien's pocket. She reached from under Chucky, and grabbed it. "Damn. He really fucked that person up." She said in shock.

"It's a fake, Tiff." Chucky rolled his eyes. Tiffany looked surprised. "ohhhh. Now I see. The nail polish." She pointed out, before she looked angry. "Well that's just sick. What are you doing with this prick anyway?" She asked.

"Well, I sent Eddie off to find us a new place. And without you... Ten years is a long time, Tiff." He shook his head.

"Besides, I was never actually a fan of him. You know me. I'll kill anybody, but it takes a lot to get on my good side." He said, looking at Tiffany now. They looked at each other for a while, before Tiffany smiled.

"You look great, Chucky." She smiled. if she could blush, she would. Chucky gave a small smirk. "Thanks." He chuckled. "I mean it. Ten years has done you good! You look as great as the day I got shot!" She smiled.

Damien suddenly stopped struggling. Both doll and human looked down. Chucky checked the pulse. Nothing. He stood up, dusting himself off. Tiffany coughed to catch his attention, and he looked down. Tiffany smiled up at him.

"You're not gonna leave 'lil 'ol me here, are you?" She flirted a bit. Chucky rolled his eyes with a smiled, before leaning down and lifting the doll to his chest. Once they were within face distance, Tiffany quickly pecked Chucky's lips. The serial killer chuckled, shaking his head. "Stop it." He smiled as he grabbed the back of Damien's shirt, and dragged him along with them as they walked back home.