I feel like this chapter is shorter than the others. I also feel like this chapter has a lot of dialogue. But, from the notes I wrote for the storyline of this fanfic, this needed to happen now. I may not have done it flawlessly, but I did it my way and I like it. Also, thank you to everyone who is reading this.

Ezekiel's face was completely hard as he sped down the road. He had taken care of the (Last Name) family and cut their phone lines so they couldn't call for help, if they escaped.

He subtly ground his teeth as he gripped the picture he swiped of (Name) in his hand. Ezekiel refused to let some baby-faced teen ruin his plans.

'When I find them, they'll both get punished. Charles should know better than try to go rogue. Now, he and his little accomplice will suffer.'

Chucky fumed silently as he watched (Name) sleep for what felt like hours already. He wanted to move along and get to Valerie Wilmo's house before Ezekiel discovered where they were. He humph-ed out a breath before glaring at her sleeping form again.

'How long does she fucking need to sleep, anyway? We gotta move!' He thought angrily to himself. (Name) had decided to sleep in the back row of seats after pulling over in a secluded forest area close to the road. Chucky climbed over the seats and stood in front of her face. "Wake up."

"Mmm..." (Name) mumbled before turning on her side. She rubbed her eyes before slowly letting her arm drop again.

"Kid."

All she did that time was mumble in her sleep. Chucky sighed before jumping down to stand on the floor of the car. Now, he was almost eye level with (Name). "Kid. Wake up."

(Name) pouted, reaching her hand out to shove Chucky down onto the floor. "Five more minutes~?"

"Were you awake this whole time?!" Chucky shouted, shoving her hand away and standing up.

(Name) grinned sleepily at him. "Mmhmm." She giggled.

For a moment, Chucky just stared at her. He was angry beyond belief with her for sleeping so long and ignoring him when he tried to wake her up, but her face... Her adorable, sleepy face...

The wide grin, the half-closed and glazed over eyes; it was like she was trying to cute her way out of trouble. And, despite Chucky's immense anger, it was slowly working. The more he stared at her, wishing that he could just yell at her already, the more her cuteness affected him.

"Look, just get up, already! We've wasted enough time." He finally got out, climbing back over the seat.

"Wait, I gotta change!"

"What?"

"I slept in these clothes. I gotta change. Just give me a minute." She said, reaching for her backpack. She pulled out a new outfit and started taking her shirt off.

Chucky turned around in his seat, facing away from her. What the hell was she thinking, just taking her shirt off in front of him like that? Did she not expect him to look? Did she think he had morals or values and wouldn't stare? The killer doll smirked to himself, deciding to prove her wrong and turned back around.

And, boy, was he greeted with a sight.

(Name) had gotten her new shirt caught over her head and was struggling to pull it down. Because of her movements, her chest was bouncing and shaking a bit. She was also bottomless, wearing nothing but her underwear.

Chucky slowly turned back around, a dark red blush on his face. He wasn't expecting to see so much. He also wasn't expecting for it to affect him so much.

"Done!" (Name) shouted victoriously as she started to climb back into the driver's seat. However, when she stepped down onto the floor of the car, she accidentally pushed the button on the shock device, which had fallen out of Chucky's overalls.

He jumped in his seat and held his stomach. "Fuck!"

"Sorry! Sorry, sorry!" The young lady quickly moved her foot and picked up the shocker. She bit her lip nervously and looked apologetically at Chucky. "I'm sorry." She paused a moment before asking, "You said that Ezekiel put the shocker thing inside of you, right?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"Well, why don't we try to get it out? Then, we won't have to worry about it anymore." Chucky stared at her for a moment, making her worried. "What?"

He turned away from her and crossed his arms. "Nothing. It's just that you don't know how to do it. Plus, it's dangerous to just go cutting into people."

"But, you aren't a person. You're a doll."

"A possessed doll." (Name) grabbed his shirt and started to lift it up. Chucky struggled against her to keep his shirt on. "What the hell?!"

"Come on, damn it! I'm trying to help you! I'm not doing this to see you naked, so help me out here!"

"No way! Now, get off!"

"How can you be this much of a dick if you don't even have one?! Just hold still!" (Name) demanded, still fighting with him to remove his shirt.

An evil smirk found its way onto Chucky's face as he suddenly stopped fighting with her. He lifted his arms, allowing his shirt to be removed. "Fine, then." He stood up and pulled his shorts down.

(Name) stared at him with a blank face for a long time. Her large eyes trailed down to the newly exposed area and stayed there for a while. Then, she calmly exited the vehicle and went a good distance into the forest area where she had parked.

Chucky laughed as he heard her begin to shriek hysterically. He pulled his shorts back up and watched as she ran up to the passenger window and glared at him. He pulled his lower eyelid down and stuck his tongue out, mocking her. "Who doesn't have a dick now?"

"You're a disgusting, filthy abomination!" The teen shouted angrily. "Do you know that I touched that... that gross thing?!"

"Well, it's attached to me, so, yeah."

(Name) smacked the window with her hand. "Don't get smart with me. I touched multiple things in my house after that! I touched the kitchen counter, I touched the TV remote. I touched... my phone..." She whimpered helplessly, falling to her knees.

Chucky scoffed as he rolled the window down. "Okay, drama queen, it's not that bad."

"I called one of my friends. The phone that I had touched with that same hand was on my face." She continued, ignoring him.

"We have somewhere to be, you know!"

"It's like it was on my cheek. I'll never be able to get it cleaned off."

Chucky reached out and yanked (Name)'s hair. She screamed in pain and stood up, pouting at him. The mad look on his face, however, made her stop pouting. "It's not like I wanted you to touch it! In fact, much like you, I felt violated and down-right disgusted! So, you aren't the only one who's pissed off right now!"

(Name) looked down at the floor silently, rubbing her arm and biting her lip. She speed-walked around the front of the car and sat down in the driver's seat. The whole time she prepared to drive off again, she kept her eyes off of her small companion.

The silence in the car was beginning to suffocate the both of them. However, Chucky was too wrapped up in his thoughts to say anything. 'Why the hell did I get so offended? I mean, it'd be normal if I was a little offended, but that was some next-level shit! I practically tore the kid apart!' He glanced over at (Name) and sighed heavily. "--"

"I never said that I was disgusted." She whispered, blushing. "I just didn't expect for my first time touching a guy's private to be with a doll... I'm sorry if I offended you."

Chucky fought hard to keep himself from blushing, but it was a losing battle. She had every right to be disgusted with him, but here she was apologizing. He cleared his throat a bit before mumbling, "Whatever, I don't care..." He looked over at her for a split second before turning to face ahead. "I-if you still wanna get the shocker out of me, then you can try. I won't fight with you about it."

(Name) cracked a small smile at him. "Okay."

"... So, how old are you exactly?"

"...18... How old are you?"

"Does it matter when I look like a baby?"

"It matters to me..."

"... I'm an adult. That's all you need to know." Chucky, deciding to lighten the mood, commented on (Name)'s age. "So, you're legal..."

She blushed before sticking her tongue out at him. "Yeah, what of it? You wanna bang me, you perv?"

"No one mentioned 'banging.' But, if you're that desperate for male contact--"

"Pervert! Dirty pervert!" (Name) shouted, completely red in the face. She chewed on her tongue a bit when she heard Chucky laugh. She stuck her nose in the air and asked, "So, what exactly is the plan when we get to Ms. Wilmo's house?"

The ginger doll scoffed at her. "We kill her and move on."

(Name) shot him a look before turning her attention back to the road. "Chucky, you don't have to kill her anymore. We're in control now, not Zeke."

"No, I'm in control, sweetheart. I'm the one who's got you playing chauffeur." He laid back in his seat and crossed his arms behind his head, getting comfy.

(Name) grabbed his leg, surprising him. Chucky looked at her, confused, before she yanked him up out of the seat and flung him into the back row. He swore like a sailor as the movement of the car made him fall onto the floor.

When he finally got up on the passenger seat again, he glared at the legal teen with an angry, red face. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

"But, then I can't play chauffeur~" she cooed, grinning.