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Even after five years, it was still amazing to Chucky that he got to wake up in a human body every day. To feel that ache in the bones before his morning stretch, to touch fingernails with the tip of his thumb when he clenched his fists. To bleed, and cry, and sweat, without the lurking sense of wrongness that came with the doll body.
He loved that Tiff's new body was a celebrity, so he could just ride the coattails of her success and fly under the radar. He'd always loved art, but it was hard to draw or paint with any fine detail as a doll, so he took advantage of his human hands and submitted some of his work to galleries. His wife was Jennifer Tilly, so he got in through nepotism, though (and he always took the chance to brag about this) the curators nearly let him display his work before they knew that little fact.
He didn't even have to change anything about himself, because artists are often eccentric, so if he did anything remotely 'odd' in public, Tiff (bless her) would excuse him and say it was simply his 'artistic temperament'.
But the best part about his new life was probably the twins. He'd never admit it, but when he first held his babies as a human, he cried tears of joy, because they were just so tiny and fragile, and he'd made them. They were great kids too.
Glen was a shy kid, but he was so smart, and funny and kind when you could get him to open up. He was a Mama's boy more than anything, but he still loved his dad (though it took a while for him to get over what had happened when he was a doll).
Glenda was so much like Chucky that it brought on waves of nostalgia whenever he looked at her. She was a little troublemaker, just like he was at that age. If Chucky was around, Glenda could get away with literal murder. She was definitely a Daddy's girl. In fact, any time her behaviour was brought up in conversation with Chucky, he'd roll his eyes at whoever had complained and say:
"My children are perfect angels, you're clearly thinking of a different kid."
That was pretty much what he was doing right now, as Nanny number 7 of this year (Stacy, perhaps?) complained about Glenda. They were nearly on the same page when she admitted that Glen was an angel, because he was, but her accusations against his little Glenda were way out of order.
And the audacity for her to try and quit on their birthday, it was so rude. Tiffany was in the garden entertaining some of the kids, she wouldn't be in for a while. She would scream at him if she knew what he was about to do. She had been adamant about putting their favourite hobby 'behind them'. He'd only agreed for the sake of his children, they deserved to have a stable life.
But he'd never taken criticism well, or criticism about those he loved, and he loved his children so much. So Sandra (or whatever her name was) had to go. He'd never killed someone with the doll before, it was fun. But there was the strangest thing by the window. He'd thought he was alone, but Chucky swore he saw a flash of red curly hair duck down outside...
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Glen was by himself near the fence. None of these kids were really his friends, he mostly kept to himself at school. But Glenda was very popular because she took advantage of her parents being celebrities. To tell the truth, Glen would have been very happy to just stay in that corner for the whole party, but that's when his Dad spotted him and began to walk up to him. Chucky knelt down in front of Glen, and with a grin, said:
"Hey Birthday Boy, don't you wanna join the party? I'm pretty sure there's a couple of presents left with your name on 'em."
Well, Glen wasn't going to turn down presents, now, was he? He happily took his Dad's hand and skipped over to his Mom and sister who were still looking at that doll his Mom loved so much. When his mother spotted him, she beamed and beckoned them both over.
"Hey sweetie, do you wanna open the final present?"
Wordlessly, Glen took the wrapped package from his mother and opened it with excitement. His Dad helped him when he couldn't undo the ribbon (he wasn't good at knots yet). But when the present was fully unwrapped, the family fell silent.
Inside the wrapping was a Good Guy doll.
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It took a while to explain away the full on meltdown Chucky had when he saw that doll. Glen had cried, which only made his anger worsen because whoever had done this had now upset his child, and he couldn't have that.
But when all the guests had left, it was just about time to put the twins to bed. It was Chucky's turn because Tiffany was in charge of cleanup. When she saw that body, she'd probably be mad at him, so he decided to linger as long as possible in his kids' bedroom.
Glen was fast asleep the second his head hit the pillow. Kid slept like a log, unlike his sister, who was a much lighter sleeper, just like her parents.
Chucky was just about to finish tucking Glenda in when she tugged on his hand, a curious look on her face. Oh no. Chucky knew he was about to have a long talk with her, the kind of long talk he dreaded having. She looked so serious, this was bound to be another "where do babies come from?" high pressure question. When she spoke, his face paled immediately. Almost innocently, Glenda asked:
"Daddy, why did you kill Nanny Sylvia?"
He knew that he'd spotted a flash of red hair at the window. How would he get out of this? He wasn't going to promote murder to his impressionable young daughter, but he didn't regret his actions either. He could say it was self-defence, but he had to make sure that she knew that if she told anyone, they could all get in a lot of trouble. He sat down on the tiny bed and pulled Glenda onto his lap. With one hand holding her steady on his knee and the other stroking through her curly hair, he made sure she was paying attention before he spoke.
"Well baby doll, I hurt her by accident. She surprised me, y'see, and I grabbed the closest thing to hand and hit her real hard in the head. It was only meant to be a little bump, but she fell, and got really hurt. I feel so bad about it, she was a very nice lady, wasn't she?"
Glenda shook her head.
"She said I was a devil child. What's a devil?"
Even though she was dead, the woman just kept giving Chucky more and more reasons why she deserved to die.
"You aren't a devil, baby, she was wrong when she said that. Obviously you and Glen are the greatest kids in the whole world, the whole universe even. But like I was saying, I hurt her by accident. Please don't tell any of your friends or Glen about this, or any adults, because they won't see it as an accident, and your Mommy and I might have to go away for a while. You'd be sent to a Children's Home and we wouldn't see you again. And I don't want that to happen. But remember, if you ever have to hurt someone, only do it if it's in self-defence, got it?"
Glenda grinned toothily and responded.
"Got it, hurt someone if they're mean to you, cause they'll deserve it. And don't tell the cops cause no one likes a snitch."
Eh, that wasn't quite the lesson he'd wanted to teach, but what the hell? She was only five. There was plenty of time to change her mindset about the whole murder thing.