The Ballad of Gee Ray

by GeeLRay

Everybody knows Hollywood's favourite killer doll Chucky and his overly dysfunctional family, but a very select few know what Hollywood just forgot to add in. Heartbreak, humour, loads of cursing and blood, Glenda "Gee" Ray finally comes clean about how life has been over the last 18 years as the daughter of Tiffany and Charles Lee Ray. Rated M for cursing and graphic description

2. Mother's Promise

I still don't own anything or have any affiliation with Universal/Don Mancini/Child's Play whatsoever! All characters and property belong to their rightful owner!

Chapter 2: Mother's Promise

I don't give a shit what anybody says, being a kid fucking sucked. Especially when you're somebody as batshit as me. Adults hold such high expectations for these little fuckers, they carry around their kids like fucking trophies, showing off to other people and feeling ashamed when theirs don't make the cut. When I ended Fulvia, hell. I didn't meet anybody's standards, but instead of ashaming my parents, I just ashamed myself. Which nowadays, is a total foreign concept to my mind, you see, when you get older, you come to terms with who you are as a person. My life was turning that way now.

I remember getting off the plane and not being cold, which was a pleasant surprise. I remember when my parents met up with my brother and I and we walked to the luggage terminal together, we were greeted with a face that was just all too familiar to dad. "Holy fucking tits! Eddie! You son of a bitch, come give ol' Chuck a hug now!" My dad ran to him, laughing. Eddie's eyes opened as he approached my dad and answered "Not with that knife in your hand you little shit stain!" They bothed laughed hysterically and shook hands. "Damn it's been too long, Eddie. Fuck, almost forgot! Meet my dolly-clan." Dad opened his arms forward and debuted us. "You remember my special lady, Tiff. Well, you remember what she used to look like anyway, don't ya, Eddie?" Eddie nodded with approval. "How could I forget, wonderbra, bleached hair, and the voice only a mother could love." Eddie laughed a little to himself. "It's great to see you, hon." He then proceeded to hug my mother, who rolled her eyes and giggled "It's great to see that you have not changed at all. Prison must not change everybody" My mother was the queen of sarcasm. Eddie then looked down and gazed upon my brother and I. "Haha! It's the offspring of the stint of '95! What did you call them anyway, Chucky?" Eddie ruffled Glen's hair, and I just managed to roll my eyes. Dad walked closer to us. "This here, is our boy Glen and this hunk of voodoo magic here-" he started, leaning closer to me "-Is Glenda, who always goes by the letter Gee." Dad's eyes met Eddie's. "She's got great potential, Eddie. If you know what I mean." Eddie just smiled. Mom broke Eddie and I up as much as her little doll body could. "I am absolutely sick of being in the goddamn airport. Let's go, thank you for the welcome, Eddie." She then turned and gave Eddie the death stare. "It was greatly appreciated." Eddie then looked at her and laughed. "Of course, I can't wait to be working with you guys again. Chucky, call me." Like the serious douchebag Eddie is, he flipped my dad the peace sign. "Peace brother!" Dad answered back. Mom glared him down, Dad was in trouble now. My parents tried not to yell too much when we were kids, instead they always did this crazy whisper fighting thing. They looked like banshees with laringitis. "What the fuck, Chucky! Eddie Caputo! You moved us here into this wasteland so you can be close with your old pal, Eddie, huh? That guy is such an asshole, Chucky!" Mom's plastic head was not designed for such wild head movements. "Relax! You look like a complete asshole shitting bricks on me in whisper mode! Don't you see, Tiff? Child's Play is number fucking one here in Canada! And the one guy who made me number one, is Eddie! I forgave that dick for the shit in the 70's, and now I'm ready for a fresh start!" Dad was seriously begging at this point. (For those of whom do not remember, or for those of you just joining I have two things to say. One, if you're just joining why the fuck would you start on the second chapter? Like seriously? It does everybody well to start on chapter one. Second, The chain of Chucky events actually did happen, just 10 years earlier than what Universal portrayed it as.) Mom put her hands on her hips. "God Chucky, I don't know." Dad grabbed her by the wrists, not enough to report domestic abuse about but, firmly. "Listen to me, Tiffany. I have put my entire fucking life on hold for you. I let you become Jennifer Tilly, and all you did with that was get good at poker. Think about it, we've been in Canada for 25 minutes talking and being fucking crazy and has anybody stared, or screamed? No! I've seen 6 fucking camera flashes. They love us here! There is nothing fresh in the US for me right now, and I swear to fucking Christ if I need to sign some other fat guy's old Child's Play cassette set and laugh for them on camera, I'm going to be pulling a mass murder. They'll call it 'Comic-Con 2000'. I promise to treat you like a princess and I'll be a great father. Just let me do what I'm fucking born to do, kill people for the entertainment of others!" Dad's 'Chucky persuasion' magic was working. Mom began to look a little more accomodating. "Well, it would be fun to be on a movie set again. I guess we could invite Eddie over for coffee, and talk a little bit." Dad beamed and kissed my mother. "Peachy!" Glen soon walked over to my parents with a horrible look of disappointment. "Where is all the snow?" he asked, actually on the verge of tears. He was such a pussy. Dad put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, son. Come November there is going to be so much snow you're gonna wish you were dead." Dad then burst into hysterical laughter. Mom hit him "Come on kids, we need to get going to the hotel. Which I'm pretty devastated to call my home after living in a beautiful Spanish mansion." A pang of guilt fell through me and it hit me so hard I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. Mom noticed I heard her and quickly covered up "Good news is, it's temporary. Chucky, stop trying to scare those people, let's get going." Dad called after her "I wasn't scaring, Tiff! I was signing autographs! Could you fucking believe it?" He then ran after my mother. I started following them when Glen caught up to me. "Gee, what month is it?" I looked at him. "Really? You're that brainless? It's July, our birthday was last week." I then took the challenge upon myself to scare the shit out of my brother. "Don't worry, Glen. We still have a few more months before dad kills everybody and throws them in the snow." I giggled and skipped away. Queue the infamous eye twitch performed by Glen C. Ray.

For the first couple years of living in Canada, we lived with Eddie, or who we now had to call 'Uncle Eddie'. God was he annoying, everyday he would march in the door "Chuck! There is a deal of a lifetime in the works for you!" and every damn day, there wouldn't be anything for any of us. The one day Eddie strutted through that fucking door, said his usual bullshit, and that was the day Tiffany Ray lost her fucking mind. "Eddie! You are so full of shit! We should have never came here! Nothing has changed! Everyday you come in promising us a deal, something better than what we have! We are all sharing a shitty bedroom, that is not the life I want to give my fucking kids! We haven't been able to have sex for a month!" I honestly wish I never remembered her saying that, but she continued her rant nevertheless. "We need something, Eddie! Or I'm going to blow the fucking place up!" If my mother's green eyes could kill on their own, Eddie would have been dead a long time ago. He struggled to defend himself. "I'm trying Tiff, the show business is really fucking slow right now!" Mom interrupted. "Nah, I think it's you who is really fucking slow, Eddie! I have no idea how the fuck you became a movie agent." Eddie got pissed and whenever he got pissed, it always grossed me out because he got fucking sweaty, I remember turning to watch this crazy cat that Eddie had playing with the fish in the tank, I imagined teasing the cat with death the same way the cat teased the fish. I got started his defense "Listen here, Tiff. You better shut the fuck up okay? Today I got a meeting scheduled with fucking Don Mancini. If I could get him to buy this shit, then we are good." Mom's body became a little less tense, a bit more relieved. She took a deep breath before answering. "Listen, I'm going to be honest with you. I read the script you've been working on with Chucky and it's horrible. 'Chucky's Next Kill", I mean really? I wrote something I think Donny is really going to like." She threw a pile of paper on the table. Eddie quickly traded glares from Mom to the script. "Seed of Chucky?" He read out loud, not feeling very confident in it. Mom brushed off Eddie's disbelief. Just in time for Mom's next blow out, Dad came walking in the apartment just in time. Mom turned to face him "You!" she yelled, Dad sighed. "Shit." was all he managed to say. Mom continued "Shit is right! Tomorrow night after your interview with Donny, after he gives you the check for the script that I wrote, you are moving your shiny plastic ass to a real estate agent, and getting us a fucking house. I can't stand sharing a bed with Glen anymore! I miss alone time with you..." From that point I was so grossed out I left the room. Rightfully so, I mean, fuck. It's awkward when your parents as humans talk about sex, nevermind when they are supernaturally possessed dolls. I remember laying in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. Like I've always done, I never was one to sleep very much. My favourite thing to do while living in that hell hole was to wait for Uncle Eddie to go to bed so I can sneak around and hide his shit and watch him freak out about it the next day. I just heard the door close, that is my queue. I walked into the living room to see Mom's script, still on the table. Curiosity got to me, and I began to read it. It was about life before me, and the events leading up to me. Boring. I skipped to the end to see a horrible bold title:

-FIVE YEARS LATER- CHILDRENS BIRTHDAY PARTY

That fucking bitch! She was going to fucking tell everybody! I started pacing around the room, my anger flourishing more and more. How could she do this to me? I already ruined things for us in the States, even Canada would hate me now. I remember thinking I had put Fulvia's gruesome kill behind me two years before. "Just relax." Said Mr. Bunny. Fuck. The killer in me was already planning it's way out again. "Just leave me alone, I can deal with this on my own. I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 7!" Yes, I actually said that. Mr. Bunny (I don't actually know who the fuck he is, he just always reminded me of that rabbit in Donnie Darko...who I also don't have shit to do with) cackled in my brain. "How convincing. Gee, your mother is going to ruin things for you and your father." I hated it when he was right. I tried holding my ears and ignoring his voice. It only got louder. "Look here". His voice was to the right of me, I turned and watched our bedroom door open. Before I had time to think about if it was really me who opened the door or if I was going crazy, I was standing over my parents' bed, knife pointed to my mother's chest. "Go on, Gee. She as well is crafty" the voice of encouragement finally faded, as I let out a shriek and was beginning to lower my arm to add my mother to the list of victims. I remember feeling the gun to my head as my mother's voice nearly scared the shit out of me. "I don't think so." She said, she gave me the motherly 'you're being bad' stare that I'm sure all kids fucking hated. "Put that knife down right now. Get to the living room." I dropped the knife and slowly walked to the living room with the gun to the back of my head. Mom moved the gun from the back of my head and pointed at me to sit down with the gun still locked and loaded in her hand. "Well, get going" she encouraged. I plopped down on the couch, still wondering what the fuck was happening. Mom sat on the coffee table in front of me. "Now, why were you going to kill mommy?" She began, patronizingly. I wasn't one to hide how I felt. "You are going to tell everybody about me, everybody is going to know I killed Fulvia!" My voice got louder as I became more over excited. "Shh! Keep it down." My mother wiped the hair from her face. "Jesus" she sighed, as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "You're right. I included the birthday party in my script." I crossed my arms and clenched my fists so hard they bled. "You promised nobody would know! That it was in the past!" Mom gave me the hush-up sign again. "You didn't let me finish. I included the party, but this time, you didn't kill Fulvia." I remember I was so confused, but the urge to kill my mom went down significantly. She took another drag from her cigarette and coughed before saying "I did. I killed her. I wrote what should have happened. I should have killed Fulvia, not you. I should have stopped you, now your future and your brother's future are ruined. It's fucking done, and it's all my fault." Now I was super confused, I watched my mother take another drag of what at first appeared to be a cigarette, but was actually a joint. "Mommy, it's not your fault. I killed her, I'm the reason we're here." Mom put her head down, and was laughing a little bit. I noticed two large tears falling from her face to the floor. "It's not your fault, Gee, I saw you in your bedroom. I knew you were getting angry. I purposely let her keep going, I wanted to see what you could do. I know you're like your Daddy. I fucked you up, Gee. I fucked everything up. I'm killing Fulvia this time, I'm never going to let people look at you in a way you don't want to be looked at. Ever!" Mom began to cry even harder. I never was much of a lovey type. I don't really know how to react to people, I've always been stone solid. But I found such a respect for my mother that I never felt before. I found it in myself to give Mom a hug and find some words of comfort "It's okay Mommy, don't cry. I'm not sad I killed Fulvia, I kind of liked it. You should not be sad either. And besides, Rome wasn't built in a day, you know" Mom looked at me and I winked at her. She laughed. "You know what? You're absolutely right." We then walked back into the bedroom. I kicked Glen out of the bed and snuggled right between my mom and dad. That lasted about five minutes, way too fucking hot. I got back down to my bed, thought of Fulvia and laughed all night.

Although we were never sure it would happen, Seed of Chucky came to screen. I was 9 years old on November 12th, 2004 when the movie premiered. I remember sitting in the theater chairs between my brother puking on the left the whole time, and my mom on the right. My debut scene came on and I watched how beautiful everything was. I could really see the regret my mother put in the scene as Jennifer Tilly started to crazily mutter to herself in character as my mother about how she isn't a bad person, it's just a little slip. They really could have picked a better actress to play me though, my hair was NEVER that insane, let's be real. All in all, I really enjoyed it. I felt a slight squeeze on my knee, I looked over and faced my mother, who gave me a wink. She put her fingers against her lips, and I did the same. I remember walking out the theater doors with a new sense of pride in who I was, which was as my father always called me "a naturally gifted killer". We were covered in paparazzi, horror geeks and fan girls (my dad really does have a following). Dad looked over at mom "You know what, Tiff? I have no idea what the fuck I would have done without you." Mom smiled. "Well, you would still be in an evidence bag, that's for sure." They both laughed hysterically. I looked over to see Glen struggling to walk out of the theater from puking his guts out. "It's Glen! How cute!" a rush of strange girls went running towards him. People are seriously fucked. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Are you, Glenda?" a girl, slightly older than me asked. "It's Gee, but yeah." I answered, I was about to save her from wasting oxygen and tried pointing her to where my brother was, until she interrupted me. "Can I have your autograph?" She asked. Your shitting me, right? "Uh, yeah!" I responded. I didn't even know how to write in cursive yet, but whatever. She thanked me and ran off. "Hey kids! Get over here!" Dad called. "We need a family photo! Say 'kill'!" Our lives changed forever from that point. And don't tell anybody but, I still keep that photo in my wallet wherever I go. It's really cheesy, but they are the only thing that means a damn thing to me.

YAY! You made it! I want to thank you guys for reading and for the positive ratings and reviews, it means soooo much to me! You guys inspire me to keep writing, and I urge you to continue to write your thoughts and feelings Honestly this chapter is like word diarrhea, so many thoughts went through my head and I really wanted to get this part of Gee's life over with. I didn't want to have like 4 chapters dedicated to the 5th year of her life. I really hope you enjoy this Chapter and as always: Review, follow and favourite for more killer fun!

Lots of love!

GeeLRay