(Name) shrieked in surprise when she felt the Good Guy doll trapped underneath her blanket begin to move around, looking for an escape route. "Let me outta here!" He shouted. His voice was much more rough and manly than the childish voice he'd used before.

"Not until you tell me what you are!" (Name) shouted back. She struggled to keep him inside of the blanket as she scooped him up inside of it. While she was carrying him over to her toy chest, Chucky began slashing at the blanket to free himself.

(Name) squeaked in fear as she held the bundle further away from her body and all but slammed his body into the chest before closing it and sitting on the top to keep it closed. She screamed when the top began to bounce as Chucky tried to open it. "Let me out!"

"No! I have questions!"

"Then, start askin'," he growled out, momentarily ceasing his attempts of escape.

(Name) blinked in shock. She hadn't expected that to work. "W-who are you..?" She asked, inwardly wincing at how clichéd a question it was.

"Chucky."

"Well, then, how did you come to life?" She asked, not at all satisfied with the answer she had received for her previous question.

"I didn't come to life. I wasn't always a doll, idiot." Chucky said.

(Name) smacked the side of the chest, not actually expecting it to do anything physically to Chucky. "Hey! Don't be rude to me; I took care of you." Then, she paused a moment. "I took care of you." She repeated, sounding devastated.

"Oh, yeah, I got a whore's bath at the sink. I feel really cared for." Chucky commented sarcastically.

"If you weren't always a doll, then, what happened?"

"Voodoo."

"That's it?" The young woman questioned.

Chucky nodded inside of the chest. "That's it. Now, let me outta here, or your whole family's dead."

"I'm not letting you out if you're gonna threaten my family's lives!"

"That wasn't a threat; it was a warning."

(Name) stayed silent for a moment. Then, she cautiously asked, "A warning..? What for?"

"Let me out and then we'll talk." Chucky placed his tiny hands against the top of the chest and waited for the (Eye Color)-eyed girl to open it. He was soon greeted with the sight of her face as she knelt down beside the toy chest and looked at him.

When Chucky tried to climb out of the chest, (Name) gently pushed his chest to get him back into the wooden box. "You stay in there. Unless you are going to give me that knife of yours." She held her hand out for the scalpel, raising her eyebrow when he glared at her hand and then her.

Chucky turned his head away from her slightly and muttered, "Any more questions?"

"How did you fall?"

Chucky's head snapped back toward her in surprise. "Okay, what the hell? How much did you see?"

"Well, I woke up when you shouted. What happened?" (Name) asked, looking genuinely concerned.

The pleading in the young girl's eyes made Chucky slowly cave in. "That black box you found earlier. It controls a shocker inside of my body. I pressed it by mistake and I lost my grip."

"Oh... Why is there a shocker in you?" (Name) asked curiously.

Chucky growled, clenching his fist in anger. "Because a fucking sick freak wants me to do his dirty work!"

"Well, then, why don't you use your voodoo on him?"

"That's not how it works, dumbass."

(Name) popped her hand against Chucky's forehead.

"Hey!" He held his forehead in pain.

"Stop being mean. Now, how did you end up here if some guy wants you as a tool for his amusement?" (Name) leaned against the chest, bringing herself closer to the living ginger doll.

Chucky crossed his arms and leaned against the chest wall, facing away from (Name). "He wanted me to kill some woman named Valerie Wilmo."

"Valerie Wilmo? I think that's who Mom bought the house from." (Name) muttered mostly to herself.

Chucky turned to her with hopeful eyes. "Really? Where does she live now? Can you take me there?"

"Hold it, hold it. I don't have a car, Chucky. Plus, my mom said that Ms. Wilmo lives about two or three states away!"

Chucky glared at her and motioned with an open hand toward the window, which overlooked the front yard. "Who's car is that out there?"

"Veronica's. She'd never let me drive her car to take you across three states to kill the lady who gave us a house." (Name) scoffed, dismissing the idea.

"Well, who said you gotta ask her for permission?"

"So, you want me to just run away from home and take you to Miss Wilmo's new house? Couldn't I just Fed-Ex you there or something?"

"You could. But, then, you'd have to deal with Zeke the Freak by yourself. If you took me to wherever Valerie is, it would give you some time to come up with a plan to keep him away from your family." Chucky smirked.

(Name) pouted and rested her chin on her arm. She looked into Chucky's ice blue eyes. "Chucky, this is insane! I can't just run away from home like that! And once this is over with, how do I explain myself to my mom? 'Oh, sorry for the scare, Mom. A voodooed Good Guy doll wanted me to help him kill Valerie Wilmo?!'"

Chucky stared at the stressed girl a moment before answering, "Yes."

(Name) gave  short, unamused laugh. "Sure. That wouldn't land me in a psych ward... Actually, maybe it'll do me some good. How do I know that I'm not dreaming right now?" While she was talking to herself, she failed to notice Chucky pulling out his scalpel. He quickly jabbed at her arm, leaving a very small puncture. "OW! You little shit!" she glowered at him, holding onto her arm.

"Looks like you're wide awake, sweetheart." Chucky grinned evilly. "Now, you should go ahead and get ready to leave. Pack a bag or two. I'll meet you in the car." He climbed out of the toy chest and started walking toward (Name)'s bedroom door. 

She jumped up and stood in front of him, leaning on the door to keep it shut. "Hey, hey, wait a minute! We can't leave now! It's almost midnight!"

"Exactly. Now, move."

(Name) reached down and picked Chucky up, holding him by his arms. "Listen here. I am not going to drive you anywhere in the dark. I refuse! Now, either you get express-mailed to Miss Wilmo's house in the morning, or we find some way to get the car in the morning. Either way, nothing's happening until daylight. Understand?"

"Yep." Chucky said, a little too quickly for (Name)'s liking. Hesitantly, she set him back down on the ground. However, as soon as he made a dash for the door, she scooped him back up and tossed him into the toy chest again. She sat back down on top of it, this time getting comfortable. "Looks like you're spending the night in there, Chuck. You shouldn't have done that."

"You're gonna pay for this, you bitch!"

"Oh, I bet... We'll go in the morning, if you're good." (Name) yawned before resting her head on her arm and going back to sleep. 

Author's Note: I hope that everyone had a good New Year's Day. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so I hope it turned out good.