He took a big gulp with horror in his eyes, by the way not very attractive eyes. This dude seriously was going to pay.

"Scar face? Are you kidding me? You sure know how to treat a lady!" I hollered furiously.

The man got so frightened that he backed into the hallway wall and fell on his stupid butt. He tried his hardest to push himself away from me. Poor guy he shouldn't of said what he said to me, Glenda. I ran full speed at him before he could get off the ground. I jumped on top off him, I tried balancing on his head but stumbled down his back.

"Wha!" The man yelled with surprise.

And all I think was, how his wife and kids didn't wake up yet. Seriously, they must be heavy sleepers. I am a light sleeper. I like to think of myself as a ninja, one slight rustle and I wake up and I'll get ya!

The man caught me off guard while I was thinking and got up from the floor. He swung his foot and kicked me across the hallway. Now I was really angry, I pushed a door open and bent down for my knife. But I saw another pair of feet. They were tiny feet with pink socks on.

"Dolly is alive!" They girl yelled happily.

I grabbed the knife so hard it almost hurt, just as the young child scooped me up. She sure chose the wrong dolly to play with. Hehe.

"Honey! No! That's a bad dolly! A very bad dolly!" The man tried to explain, stumbling over his words and his feet while inching toward us.

The girl did not listen and held me close to her face. I put on a big smile, making me seem almost harmless and sweet.

"Daddy, it's just a doll. Hehehe." The small girl giggled holding me toward the father.

The girl held me against her side like a mother would hold her toddler. The man shook with fear watching his daughter hold a deadly, evil 'dolly', me, Glenda.

I pulled the knife out from behind my back with a flick of my wrist and swung it quickly in front of the child's small, neck.

"No! Don't hurt her!" The man pleaded with sadness.

It kind of brought me to tears. Would Chucky plead for my life, would he care that much for me? Maybe, maybe not. Did this girl deserve a great father? Probably. Did I deserve a great father? Probably not. I guess we all have what we deserve.

"Grrrrr." I growled as I lowered my knife and wiggled out of the girls grip.

I stormed through the hallway, walking past the man with a death glare. I stopped and quickly jogged back beside the man. I stabbed him in the leg, just because I like to stab. There is no good reason for it.

"Younchy!" The man screamed with pain, as he held pressure on his leg.

"Sorry I had to." I explained giggling as I turned back and walked back down the hallway. "I'll be in your attic, if you need me! Hahahahahheheh!" I laughed almost as evil as my dad.

I probably should kill him. He knows I am alive. Yeah, well, I'm tired. I'll just get dad to finish them off. I made my way up the stairs into the old, dusty attic. I sighed, maybe one day we could live somewhere other then random peoples attics. Like seriously, we had to live in Jennifer Tilly's attic once.

"So...What happened?" A voice asked me as I stepped into the attic.

I turned around to see Chucky. He looked pretty excited, I guess he was hoping for a blood filled, horror story. I sighed, once again.

"I chickened out." I explained truthfully. "I was hoping you could help me finish them?" I continued as I gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"Puppy dog eyes don't work any more with all your scars." He smirked.

I frowned. Then chuckled a bit. He was right, puppy eyes wouldn't work, I looked like a chunk of plastic with eyes.

"But will you help me?" I asked seriously.

He smiled.

"Why not? I could use the exercise." He laughed making his fists into balls.

"I'd say!" I laughed as I slapped his belly with the back of my hand.

"Hey, I'm plastic I can't get fat!" He corrected me.

"Wanna bet?" I challenged.

"If I win, you have to give me your knife." He told me pointing to my lucky pocket knife.

I gasped. Not my lucky knife! It's okay, he totally gained weight.

"And if I win, you have to give me a sweet compliment everyday for a month!" I smirked.

I held my hand out. We shook hands, it was final. He tugged on his blue straps until they dangled at his waist. He then lifted up his striped sweater and sure enough, he had a small pot belly. I giggled.

"Hah! I was right!" I yelled as I poked his belly.

He growled with anger. Now he had to give me a compliment every day for a month!

"Let's just kill some people already!" He demanded with anger.

We jogged down the stairs and found the man and daughter sitting at the kitchen table talking. The girl was probably traumatised. Chucky charged full speed towards the two people, while I stood back and watched. At some points I closed my eyes, it was too gruesome! And I'm Glenda!

"Are you done yet?" I asked lowering my hands from my eyes to peek.

"Jeez, your worse then Glen!" He insulted.

"UH! I am nothing like Glen!" I screamed.

"Whatever." He answered as he walked by.

I turned back to the kitchen table. They were still sitting in their chairs, only there was a lot of blood. It was everywhere.

"I think I'm going to puke!" I whispered as i covered my mouth with my plastic hand.