Authors note- I realize I didn't put much into the last story and I'm sorry for that. I'm also sorry for not publishing it quickly. This time I hope to do better please give me a review. I'm still a first timer and I want to become a better writer so please be critical! I hope you enjoy it!

Warning- blood, violence, death, swearing, and any other weird/ inappropriate subject I can not think of at this point.

Chapter 2- "chucky" stuck on top of a shelf

I can't believe there is no way of getting down from this damn shelf without giving my self away. Well being up here isn't all that bad. At least I can observe this bitch while I wait. This bitch is hot I'm not going to lie. She's thick but shapely. She has big tits and a large ass. She has long curly golden blond hair and bright sky blue eyes. She has snake bites, a tongue piercing, and a belly ring. She wore dark make-up and a snug leather black short dress that gave even more shape to her body.

She seems like she would be a screamer. I can't wait to test out and hear her scream. All I have to do is waiting for the right time to come. Right now up on this shelf I can't do anything but once she takes me down it's all over. Haha I can't wait to make her scream. I can't wait to feel blood on my skin again. This is going to be fun!

She just got done with unpacking all her shit and now se is making herself dinner. She's making Swedish meatballs which are great! When I'm done with her ill eat before I leave. A dinner and a killing how lucky am I.

Shit! What the fuck are those two doing here? I didn't know those two knew this new bitch.

****** "angel" with Jessie and jade at the dinner table********

"Hey guys come sit down" I happily said opening the door open for Jessie and jade.

They quietly followed me to the table. "So how do you like it here angel?" Jessie said trying to make conversation.

"Well for the first day I guess it's great! I got everything done and put away"

Jade said nothing just looked down at her plate, slowly eating it. "I'm sorry Jade" I apologized to her "I should have asked what you guys wanted for dinner instead of assuming"

Jade smiled at me and said "no don't apologize. I like Swedish meatballs it's just… I just remind me of him"

I looked at her puzzled "reminds you of whom" I asked lightly

"Chucky" they both replied insynic with one another. Why does he always seem to pop up? There is no way in hell he was real but what the hell I might as well hear the story. It would give me some entertainment to hear it.

"Do you guys mind telling me what happened with chucky?" I asked politely trying to hide the small laugh that wanted to come out.

They both looked at each other and nodded "ok it all happened when we were 17"

****** "chucky" still stuck on the shelf**********

I can't believe fucking Jessie and Jade are eating dinner with this new bitch. Maybe I can knock them all out in one shot. No I couldn't Jade saw me already and she's keeping her eye on me to see if I'm alive or not. I have to keep pretending I'm just a damn doll. You know the story they have been telling this bitch is highly accurate. Jades voice is so irritating! I don't know how much longer I could put up with this shit!

Oh they are all getting up. Yes soon it'll be just me and that damn bitch.

***** "angel" at the door*******************

"Bye guys thank you for coming" I said after Jessie and jade. Jade smiled back at me and Jessie said "no thank you"

I waved then quickly shut the door and gave a huff. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I was so glad to get them out of my house. There is something about them that bothers me. Maybe the fact that they truly believe that a crazy fucking doll was really alive or maybe it is because it's late and I'm tired. I don't know all I know is it is time for bed. Now where is Mr. snuggles? I know it wired for 25 years old to still be sleeping with a stuff animal but I can't go to sleep without it.

Now where is he…? I thought to myself after checking under the bed. Hum he must still be packed and in storage. What to do know? I thought after picking my self up from the floor. Then it hit me. Oh I know! I will sleep with the chucky doll. He is scary then Mr. snuggles so all the bad dreams will be scared away. I nodded to myself and started to walk over to my dresser. Now what should I wear to bed?

***** "chucky" still stuck on the shelf*********

Oh I really wish she didn't change in front of me. I said to my self as I watched the hot bitch undress in front of me. She's fucking hot. I couldn't help but get a little excited as she put on a little small red lingerie dress that was tight fitting against her body. It only lasted a few seconds but those were the longest seconds in my life. I swear I have never seen anyone get dressed so slow. I thought as I watched her finally bring down the hem of her dress to her thigh. Ill be able to get down soon if she goes to bed. I can't wait to see if she screams. I said to myself with a little smile.

What the hell is that device she has in her hand I questioned studding a small device that was silver, rectangular, and had Ipod written on it. What the fuck is an Ipod and what the fuck does she think she is doing!

"Well chucky I lost Mr. snuggles. So I'm going to have you sleep with me tonight and scare off all the bad dreams" she said to me picking me up off the shelf. "What do you think?" she continued talking to me as she walked to her bed. You don't want to know what I'm thinking doll. I thought to myself.

Once we both got into the bed. She put her arms around me, trapping me between her arm and her chest. This is weird who sleeps with a doll at her age? I thought to myself irritated that I was trapped yet again.

At least it didn't take long for her to remove her arm from me. Once I knew her as truly asleep, did I lightly move off the bed and on to the floor. I slowly walked over and quietly got on the counter to grab a knife. Only to be stopped dead in my tracks to a light whisper out side.

****** "angel" bed*********

He is real? Holy fuck! I can't believe it. I heard him, as well as felt him move and breath. This is impossible. There is no way in hell he is real. I said to myself in my head as I heard chucky move off the bed and into the kitchen. I did nothing, I just stayed there, eyes closed and not doing a thing. Tell you the truth. I didn't know what to do, except play off being asleep. So that is hat I did.

What the hell? Who the hell is that? I asked myself as a heard a random whisper. It couldn't be Chucky's voice because he stopped moving. As if he too was on the alert. So who was it?

I still laid there as I heard chucky quickly move across the floor to the bathroom. . It wasn't in till a small second before my intruders walked in did I move and crake open my eyes to a small slit to see who it was.

It was to teenage boys, both about 15. They were both white and dark. Both really skinny but one had blond hair while the other had brown. I think they still thought that this place as still abandon. For when they looked over to see me asleep the blond jumped a little and pointed at me. The burnet hit him lightly and put a finger to his lips. He motioned to the blond that he was going to the bathroom. My stomach turned chucky was in there and I knew he had a knife with him.

I was right, within a few minutes I heard a small almost girly scream come in from the bathroom. The blond slowly walked up to the bathroom door. Seeing my chance I grabbed my hidden pocket knife from the inside of my pillow and opened it. The blond turned just in time as I throw the knife. It hit him right in the neck. He dropped to the floor holding his throat. He could breath or speaks. All he could do was slowly choke and die on his on blood.

I was so happy I got him. I gave a small giggle of excitement but I stopped at the thought of chucky. I got up quickly and grabbed my gun from my bed side dresser and waited for him to come out of the bathroom.

******* " chucky" bathroom*********

I can't believe I had second thoughts on wither to kill this fucker. It was like it was my first time again. My heart as racing and I didn't know how to kill him. Did I want it bloody or clean? Did I want it quite or loud? I kind of just went with the flow. It felt so good as the first drop of blood hit my skin. I stab the kid about 50 fucking times. Laughing the entire time as he silently screamed. However it soon ended leaving us both covered in his blood.

I wiped my blade on a clean part of his shirt and whispered to myself "I love the classic killing. It never goes out of style!"

I breathed in deep, looking back at the body I smiled. I felt so different from the last few years in my own hell. I felt good, strong, and invincible. I took my time leaving the bathroom. I was enjoying all the great old feeling of being on top of the world. I looked back on more time at the body as I opened the door still smiling. I lightly walked out trying to be sneaky but as I turned around I was shocked out of my mind. The bitch I thought was a screamer has killed a teenager (in what looks like one hit) and is now pointing a gun straight at my head.