[I don't own the horror characters…They go to their respective placements…]

[ADDED NOTE: I had some of this already typed up when I was working on chapter seven, but it's been sitting around for a while.]

[June 28, 2013: EDITED NOTE: Warning, this chapter contains curse words. To those of you still reading this, thank you. I love reviews and yes, you may curse my out in them to let me know you are still reading and are plenty pissed at me for leaving this untouched. Several of you know what has happened in the past six months of my life, and if you check my author's page—which I've recently updated…You shall know what I am, or have been doing. *Nods head* I apologize again for the delay… Part of this story was indeed already written up before this six months disappearance from this sight pretty much occurred. That's half a year. I've not touched it or edited it, but merely added the ending to the story. I already have this entire story plotted out for how it will end and I know there are a FEW more chapters I most CERTAINLY have planned that actually run for the ending of this chapter… then there are a FEW that have nothing to really do but merely allow me to play with other horror characters. If you'd like certain horror characters to appear, please let me know. Also, this chapter may be written rather badly…but future chapters should have improved. Apologizes again my friends. Review to rant to me]

Chapter Eight- Mere Child's Play

I'm running through the thick clouds of steam again. No. I will not be caught. The dreadful screech of claws against metal fills the air along with a deep chuckle. I'm running out of time and he knows it. My lungs are burning and the stitch in my side is agonizing. I swear I've passed this very spot before. I stumble, sweat dripping off of me. My pursuer is catching up to me-

"boo," he whispers and I fall down onto my back. I'm on a soft bed and Krueger's atop of me. "Tsk-tsk…You know…you're really starting to try my patience…" I can't even speak through my heavy breathing. To say I was out of shape might have been an understatement. I think the zombies taught me that one. Krueger's body was pressing down on mine, straddling my waist between his legs. He had his arms on either side of me as he contemplated my face. "I'm getting bored of this game Lilith …very …very …bored." He kissed me, no longer gentle. He was winning and he knew it. I was losing my hold over him. He only needed me to gain access to others in my life.

I woke up, drenched in sweat. My bed sheets were tangled around me. I forced my way out of the cotton cocoon. Then I made my way to the bathroom. My arm and hand had healed from Jigsaw's game, but I had a newer bandage on it from the zombie things. Yeah, still going by Miranda's theory that those Jet puff jumbo marshmallows are the cure on this one. I relieved myself and then headed for my kitchen, needing something to drink. I grabbed a handful of those marshmallows and slowly devoured them. I hated marshmallows but if they were keeping me from being one of the undead then yeah, they were my new snack love. I could hear voices outside my house. I frowned and exited my house to investigate. Again…when will I ever learn?

"I told you we should've asked the last guy for directions first," a familiar female voice said from the dark. Quiet ,soft, and composed. I froze, considering turning around now and going back inside before I was notic-

"Hey BITCH!" a male voice snapped, aggressive and deep. Too late," Yeah you in the dark…Come on over here into the light…hands up." I headed slowly out into the streetlight where two dolls waited for me. Chucky, with a gun pointed at me, and Tiffany, beautiful as always. "Yeah…That's right…" Tiff looked worried.

"Sorry to bother you but we need some dir-" Tiff started nicely. She'd always been the nice one. I actually rather liked her.

"Bitch, where the fuck are we?" Chucky cut in with his usual charm. Tiff rolled her eyes and looked away from him, arms crossed over her petite chest. She was a very beautiful doll. Chucky…not quite.

"uh…" I said frozen in a state of shock. I wasn't afraid of them actually. My brain had gone blank. Chucky waved the gun in the air.

"Hey, bitch," he snapped," I'm angry enough already. Might as well not piss me off any more than I already fucking am!" I swallowed nervously, then rambled off the random address. I made sure to include the city and state. "Damn…" He gave Tiff a look. "That's seriously not fucking right…" He gave me a look," Do you know who the fuck I am?"

"Y-yeah…." I said and he gestured at Tiff," uh…kind of?…I haven't seen all of your movies-"

"movies?" he demanded and gave Tiff a look. She was twirling a strand of her hair around a finger. I could see the chipped nail polish on it. She also looked like she could use a hairbrush.

"That's what the other guy said…Before you stabbed him in the throat…causing us to WRECK!" she snapped at him. He shrugged and looked back at me.

"So…Who exactly am I?" he demanded with a knowing sneer. Did I mention I hated dolls? To an extent anyways. Baby dolls creep me out, severely. Other dolls? Not so much.

"Uh…Chucky," I replied and he grinned. He pointed at Tiffany," And her?"

"Uhm…Tiff or something?" I asked and he nodded.

"So…Can you fucking drive?" He asked me. I glanced at Tiff who seemed sort of sad again. I nodded and he grinned. "Good…In the damn car then…or I fucking kill you…" I gave him a stupid look. "IN THE FUCKING CAR!" He made a gesture with the gun, and I briefly recall him KNOWING how to use it.

"Keys are inside the house though," I argued back, not really as scared as I probably should have been in this situation. He looked pissed.

"Well…go get them, bitch…and no funny business…I'll be right fucking behind you," he told me and we started for the house. Tiff sighed and went to get inside the car to wait for us. I glanced up and spotted Jeepers Creepers. He seemed curious about the little dolls on the ground but was waiting for something. I continued on inside. "Nice crib you got here, bitch…" I swallowed and pointed towards the back.

"Keys are in my room…" I told him, climbing over the baby-gate we had up. It prevented the dogs from coming back to our rooms, and stopped our baby nieces and nephew too. He glared up at me. I sighed and reached down to gingerly pick him up Ew. He felt so real too. Warm, and alive.

"This is actually better," he told me as I held him and tapped the gun against my cheek," No damn funny business now…we fucking clear?" I nodded mutely and entered my room. I had a bunch of horror character posters up and some movies strewed around it. I had all types of costumes laid out as well. I was a messy person.

"Shit…" I muttered and got a look in return. I glanced around. "Miranda…" I sighed and grabbed my cell.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing bitch?" Chucky snapped at me.

"Trying to figure out where my keys are," I replied and pressed the number two button. My cell started to ring, and I put it on speaker and set it down on the desk as I went looking through my stuff. Hard to hold Chucky and do that by the way.

"What?" Miranda's dark voice demanded from the other end. Chucky raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Hey Miranda-" I started and was cut off.

"Bitch, I thought I said we were done with!" Miranda shouted from the cell," You won't fucking listen to me when I tell you what to do…I thought I said you were on your own?!" I sighed, rolling my eyes. She cussed a lot on the phone, but she didn't mean most of what she said. I knew she'd never do anything she said.

"Love you too, bitch," I replied with a roll of my eyes. She must've just woken up.

"So…how's your bite doing?" she asked sweetly from the other line, sounding more awake then earlier.

"Itches…but that usually means it's healing right?" I asked, worry filling my voice.

"Yeppers…and what about the flash drive? Did you check and do-" She started and I cut her off at a warning tap from the gun across my cheek.

"Miranda, I would LOVE love love love LOVE to stand and pass the time with idle chit-chat but I've got more important things to deal with then you and your Barbie dolls collection," I said stressing Barbie. "My horror films beat your doll collection for the last effing time." I knew I was being a bit vague and confusing. Chucky looked pissed and tapped my cheek again. "I need to find my car keys…remember when you came over and we went on that trip…and I told you about the other dream…and the thing from the first dream…"

"yeah?" She asked and I heard her lightly chuckle," My DOLL collections just fine by the way….Did you see the Tiffany doll set for me?" She inquired sweetly and I knew she'd caught on to me.

"Oh…I'm so sorry…I didn't but I was planning on taking the car to look. It's a DUAL package deal," I replied, indicating that yes Chucky was here and yes so was Tiffany," Back to the point of needing that car key…Do you know where it is?" I asked. Silence, then the sound of something jingling.

"Actually…It's at my house…Uh…why don't I come get you and take you where you need to go?" she asked. I glanced at Chucky who seemed to debate it before nodding.

"Yeah, that'd be great," I replied loudly.

"Alright…See you in a jiff," she replied and hung up.

"Whose the bitch?" Chucky demanded as I slipped my phone back into my pocket.

"Who? Miranda?" I asked with a raised eyebrow," My childhood friend. We're like…best friends…"

"hmph," Chucky said, seeming to debate something internally. "Let's go tell Tiff the plans…" I headed for the door, holding him pretty close as I did. We exited the house, where Tiff was outside lighting up a cigarette.

"You smoke?" I questioned, setting Chucky down. He accepted the offered cigarette, took a slow draw on it and offered it to me. "No thanks."

"…Live a little…Just try it," Chucky said, reminding me of Krueger. I sighed and accepted it. Both dolls watched me intently as I hesitantly put it in my mouth. It was definitely warm. I sucked in air, and with it came a bunch of smoke. I started hacking immediately, dropping the cigarette. It was rescued by Chucky who passed it back to Tiffany.

"UGH! That's HORRIBLE!" I snapped, coughing and wheezing. Tiffany looked concerned for me, and reached a doll hand over to pat my arm comfortingly.

"You kind of get use to it," she told me, before reaching up to play with my hair," You've got pretty hair…" She gave Chucky a look and he was giving me a look in return. "So…you have a boyfriend?" Her voice was a little low, but on the soft-spoken scale. She tilted her head to examine me.

"Pft," I said, snorting before laughing," Me? A boyfriend? Puh-lease…" I shook my head," Men are pigs…" I trailed off though, thinking of Freddy Krueger. Could a guy trying to use you to kill other people be CONSIDERED a boyfriend? Tiffany was giving me a look. "Okay…it's complicated…he just needs me so he can kill other people."

"Sounds like my kind of guy," Chucky replied with a dark laugh. Tiffany glared at him. "Anyways…when's your friend getting here?" Tiffany was poking at my stomach now, as if sizing it up.

"You could do with a little exercise but your frame isn't all that bad," Tiffany told me sincerely. She looked so concerned for me, it was hard NOT to trust her.

"Um…any minute now…I hope," I muttered, staring out at the road. I spotted headlights and the roar of an engine followed it as a car came to a screeching halt in front of us. She'd brought the Mustang convertible.

"Well hi," Miranda called out, getting out of the car and coming over to us. Tiffany froze in place, but was holding the cigarette between her fingers. A bit of a giveaway. Chucky pointed the gun at Miranda.

"Hi bitch. You're our ride," Chucky sneered. I give Miranda bonus points for not even battering an eyelash at him.

"You have any marshmallows?" Miranda asked me, completely ignoring the doll with the gun.

"Yeah…in the kitchen," I replied making a gesture towards the door. She walked off, giving me a backwards wave. Her black hair was up in two spiky black haired pigtails up at the top of her head above her ears. I turned back to see Chucky glaring at me. "What? She wants marshmallows… last time I didn't give her something she wanted…she kicked the shit out of me…" I glanced at Tiffany who seemed to be debating something now. I indicated the car as Miranda tromped back out, eating a handful of marshmallows. "Oh yeah. Did Mikey come back?" She shook her head no. "Too bad…I really liked the guy…I mean…you dropped a TV on his head."

"True love…true love," Miranda murmured, heading back to the black mustang and hopping into the driver's seat. I let Tiffany and Chucky into the back part of the seat before sliding into the passenger seat. "So, are you guys still on that quest to become human and have kids or whatever? Or is Chucky on the 'I wanna be known as the supernatural killer doll' mind-bend?" Miranda slipped out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, lighting up. I don't recall her being a smoker though so I wondered what that was really about.

"I've convinced him that we're going to be humans," Tiffany replied in a low-voice, and seemed fascinated with Miranda," So whose this… Mikey?"

"Oh, Michael…yeah. He's my not-so-boyfriend. He killed his sister when he was like a little boy and ended up in an insane asylum of some sort but broke free and made his name known by killing tons of people in a town massacre. I knocked a flat-screen TV onto him and broke it…and we've been in love ever since," She replied to the back seat as we began to drive. Tiffany was whispering to Chucky as we drove, almost intently and he was nodding and murmuring about something. "So where are we headed?" The gun suddenly was aimed at me again.

"We're going to a special place," Chucky informed me, even though I wasn't driving. "You take us the local cemetery." I made a face but Miranda complied. "There's an amulet here for us… Always is one." He indicated us to stop and for me to pick him up so he could keep the gun on me. "No fucking funny business ya hear me?" He snapped at me, before looking to Miranda. "You are going to get to—" He stopped just as a car pulled up and a nice looking man got out. Rather attractive.

"Oh Chucky…he'll do nicely for you~" Tiffany suddenly said and indicated for Miranda to go fetch him so she could see how well they did together. "Tell him you have car problems…." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Chucky tapped my check with the gun. Miranda flounced off before hurrying over to the guy and talking really fast. I could tell she was crying from here. Chucky shifted the gun around to hide between us, so that no one could see it but I could definitely feel it against me. I took a deep breath, not wanting to add getting shot to my list of growing injuries since dealing with horror films suddenly turning into real life. Miranda came back, just as Tiffany climbed back into the car to lay in the back like a regular doll would. She looked cute back there, but she was sinister. I knew what they were planning to do now. The guy walked over and I had to admit he looked good. He wasn't much older than us, maybe in his twenties for sure but still attractive. He smiled at me and even laughed at the doll I held tightly against me before popping the hood of Miranda's vehicle.

"My name's Antonio," He told us as way of introduction before pausing to look at Miranda's engine. "Well, I don't see anything totally wrong with it but—" He was cut off by the hood suddenly slamming onto his head. I spotted Tiffany and suddenly the gun swung around to Miranda to fire a warning shot as she jumped to get involved. It pointed back at me.

"I'll shoot her, Don't try me," was her only warning. She hesitated. "Now grab him and drag him over here… And you—" He tapped my cheek," You're going to tie them up…separately until we get this over with… Understood?" I nodded and Tiffany handed me some rope even as Miranda began to drag the heavy body over to me. I knelt to tie him up and then did the same thing to Miranda, rather apologetically. Tiffany checked the ropes to make sure I'd done them tight enough and got out Antonio's pocket knife and holding it to them to keep them quiet. I was sure Antonio would wake up with a pounding headache, but they hadn't made me gag them yet…I wondered if Tiffany was going to do that. "There's a shovel over here somewhere…"

"I'm going to have to dig?" I demanded and the gun tapped me a little harder to shut me up. I spotted the shovel and got to thinking rather quickly about it as I grabbed it next. "Well…where do I dig?" He gestured with his gun and I nodded before heading over. He waited. "I can't dig and keep you held against me…" I pointed out and he growled.

"Fine…set me down and no funny business or I'll shoot you," He warned me and I set him down so I could start digging. Chucky kept the gun pointed at me but it was slow work. He was getting bored so I started talking.

"So how's Tiffany handling this whole being a doll thing?" I asked, curious and he gave me a suspicious look before starting to talk. I kept him talking with little questions as I dug, waiting for his guard to go down. He tended to gesticulate when he was talking, as I'd noticed. I swung the shovel as hard as I could—knocking him over and the gun went flying. I stabbed at him repeatedly with the shovel, listening to him scream and watching as blood oozed out. Shovels were dangerous with enough force. Off came an arm. Took some hacking and he was trying to get away as he cussed at him with the large slices in him. I screeched like a banshee and went for his neck, trying to decapitate it but I wasn't strong enough. Something suddenly stabbed into my leg and I screamed, managing not to drop the shovel as I whirled around. It was Tiffany and she was extremely pissed off.

"I WILL BE A HUMAN AGAIN!" She screamed at me and attacked my leg again, or tried to. I swung the shovel hard and punted her a few feet away from me before running away. I don't know where the gun went but I was sure they'd get it before long. Chucky was still throwing curse-words at me about his arm. I stumbled, feeling hot and sticky liquid down my leg. It also hurt like a bitch but adrenaline more than made up for that. I gimp-ran over to where I'd last left Miranda and the still unconscious guy. They'd been gagged by Tiffany since my departure. I fell down beside Miranda and hurried to undo the rope binding her. My hands were shaking though and I was struggling. Suddenly Miranda started flailing around, trying to get my attention but I was confused until something smacked the back of my head rather hard and I blacked out. I came too again to hear an odd chanting, male chanting that is. It sounded like Chucky. I felt my eyelids flutter and could see Miranda still tied and gagged and looking horrified as Tiffany played with her hair while watching something with transfixed attention. I groaned slightly, feeling my skull throb rather dully. At least I hadn't dreamed anything this time. Lightening stuck a tree near us, setting it on fire as I spotted Chucky with some weird amulet and he was chanting and waving it over the male below him. There was a weird moment of waiting and silence before Chucky wiggled his fingers this way and that way before turning to look at Tiffany.

"Did I do something-?" He started to ask and suddenly fell over, seeming to become very doll-like. We all waited, even as I slowly sat up despite the pain in my head. I could feel something sticky and warm on the side of my face because I'd been lying on the ground at a weird angle. I blinked a few times trying to fight down the nausea that attacked my stomach even as I slowly moved. The guy, Antonio, sat up abruptly and grabbed the gun before moving his hands back and forth.

"IT WORKED!" Antonio cheered before slowly getting up and looking over at me. "Well, we don't need you anymore." He aimed the gun at me and I felt like crying as he slowly pulled the trigger. The shot never hit me because someone suddenly body-slammed Chucky from the side and all but flattened him. I caught a dark blue mechanic suit and Miranda knocked Tiffany over and all but kicked her away. Tiffany shrieked in rage, going for the now dropped gun and aiming it at Miranda. I snatched the shovel that wasn't too far from me for some reason and swung with all my might. There was a sickening sound as she went flying again. But then she was impaled by a butcher knife and all by torn to pieces and tossed aside. I stared up at the white-mask of Michael Myers in an odd feeling of relief. I'm quite sure no one had looked at him quite like that. He ignored me and went to untie Miranda, his little touches over her seeming kind of cute from this angle on the ground. His fingers hovered near her face before she launched at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and sobbing. We'd been saved this time…but that had been rather close.

It was odd how human curiousity worked. It was almost like trying to solve a puzzle box. One that always seemed to lead to disaster, regardless of how many times you'd been warned not to do it…heard the legends, seen the deaths…didn't matter. What mattered is that the puzzle was always solved in the end.

END NOTE: Hello, readers. I thank you if you took the time to read this chapter or even TOO this chapter. This story was never actually over… It just…. Took an extended break and I quite apologize for it. I don't know why I ever technically STOPPED working on this story… *gives a small little shrug* I hope I didn't lose all my writers… Just saying…. And yes, I realize the future chapters are very WEAK looking when I wandered back over them… Good golly Miss molly… How you guys kept reading them I'm not quite sure… Well, here's this chapter finally…and I'll try to work on the next chapter…but no promises for just HOW long they'll be separated by months and stuff… I honestly don't know… I'm currently trying to work on some other fanfictions that I have to dust off and get back on the writing horse for because I have like… HALF FINISHED chapters….and the ENTIRE story plot…but no FINISHED stories for them… Odd how that really happens doesn't it… Anyways, hope you enjoy this kinda…maybe… It was weird to finish… *laughs*]