Chapter 2

A/N: Yay! It's a bit shorter than the original chap, but much better. I didn't want to have to explain later on why Glen ended up having a dream about the ending of Bride of Chucky.

Glen opened his eyes and blinked several times to get the blurriness sleep brought upon his tired eyes and focused on his surroundings. For awhile he studied the familiar ceiling then recognized the tall sides of the bed he had first slept in and was snapped to a full wake.

It was a dream, it had to be!

"BOO!"

Glen screamed at the top of his lungs but no one was there. That didn't mean he didn't know who had startled him; he was dreaming about the first night his parents took him in, but Chucky wasn't in sight.

Was it a nightmare?

"Dad?"

No answer.

"Come on now Dad, I know that this is just a dream so you can show yourself," Glen said sitting up and looking around. Same old attic from the beginning.

"What are you talking about?"

Glen jumped and saw Glenda standing beside him with a questioning look. He suddenly realized that he was sitting in his own bed and in his room from the present.

"What the hell kind of dream is this?" Glen asked himself. He then though to answer Glenda but she was gone. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes furiously. This dream wasn't amusing at all.

"Hey, Sport! Ready to go out?"

Glen tried to ignore the dream Chucky, but failed miserably. He opened his eyes to see Chucky right in his face with a big grin. Glen let out a yelp of surprise and made Chucky's grin grow wider.

"So, what do ya say? Want a night out with your ol' dad?"

Glen couldn't reply. He wanted to so badly deny what was going on but was powerless.

Chucky continued to grin at Glen while waiting for his son to answer.

"I…well…" Nothing more could be said.

Chucky's grin disappeared and a look of disappointment crossed his face. "I always thought you'd come to your senses, kid. Guess I was utterly wrong," he said shaking his head and hopping down from the bed.

Glen suddenly realized how much he wanted Chucky back and tried to go after him. "Dad, no! Wait, I'll go out with you, just don't leave me! Please!" He tried to get off the bed but something was stopping him; an invisible force that he wished would die. He didn't want to lose Chucky for the second time, he missed his father dearly and wanted him back.

"Please come back, Dad!" Glen yelled at the empty room. "I am sorry I killed you!" Glen felt tears start to form in his eyes. "I…I miss you."

Now the tears streamed down his face and he buried his head into the covers. He wished the dream would end; it had to end so he would suffer no more. Seeing Chucky walk away and not be able to follow hurt Glen a lot. Sure Chucky and him had their differences but he was still Glen's father and he did show as much love any serial killer could show.

"Denying everything gets you in trouble, Glen." It was Glenda again and just the sound of her mocking tone made Glen's blood boil. He hated her so much; she got her way every time.

"I don't deny everything! Get out of my life!" Glen looked up again and found himself sitting in the bed just as if he had just woken up to a nightmare, but he knew he was still in the nightmare. He wanted to know what was going on, it was paining him more than anything else.

"I just want this nightmare to end," Glen softly cried.

"Guilt is a hard fall, Glen. Be a real killer and forget about guilt, it only weakens you."

Glen was now crying. "But Dad, I killed you. It's a hard fall I will have to risk because what I did was wrong. It never should have happened."

"Not so. What happened, happened. There's no changing it." It was Tiffany's voice, but only her voice. "You acted on instinct."

"My act was wrong! I only killed him because I thought you were dead, Mum! If I had known you had already switched I wouldn't have killed him… I made the biggest mistake of my life."

The mocking laughter of Chucky flooded the room and Glen shut his eyes tightly. He didn't like this nightmare, and it had to stop. Keeping his eyes shut Glen repeated over and over to himself to wake up and it seemed to go on for hours and hours…