"Hypothetically speaking..?" Chucky started.

"Hmm?"

"If you're family is dead now, what are you gonna do?"

(Name) blinked in surprise. "That's not very hypothetical. But, I would just go to the police and tell them that Zeke killed them."

"What if they don't believe you?"

"I'd be telling the truth. That's all that matters to me. If they won't protect us, I'll do it myself."

Chucky paused for a moment. He stared out the window, no matter how much he wanted to look at (Name). "Us?"

"... Uh-huh." When Chucky finally looked at her, she grinned. "I can't just leave you alone."

Chucky blushed, wishing he had never started this conversation. It had gotten quiet in the car again, except for (Name)'s phone giving her directions. He was honestly curious about what her plan was about this whole crazy situation. "I can take care of myself. I'm a killer, after all."

(Name) shook her head. "No, you can defend yourself. You can't take care of yourself, though."

"And, how'd you figure that?" He challenged.

She accepted. "Your hair was filthy when I washed it. You have untreated stiches all over your face, and I'm pretty sure you don't take the time to bath regularly. You need a girl around to make sure you don't catch AIDS and die."

Laughter erupted from the little killer. "You don't catch AIDS from being filthy."

"You could. You're not a doctor."

"So, you're gonna keep me around to ease your conscience?"

(Name) shook her head again. "No... I'd stick with you to keep you alive. For my own reasons."

Chucky stared at her for a minute, humming lowly in disbelief. She kept her eyes on the road, so he turned away from her and started messing with his hair. "Say, when are you gonna wash my hair again?"

"How about when you let us stop somewhere? I can't exactly multitask when it comes to driving."

"Really? Cause you can talk and drive just fine."

(Name) fake-laughed for a moment before muttering, "Shut up." Then, she peeked at the gas needle to see it was too close to the E for her liking. "Okay, Chucky, we really should stop somewhere for gas. And snacks."

"We don't need snacks."

"You bite your tongue."

Chucky rolled his eyes and pointed ahead. "We'll be coming up to a gas station soon. You can stop there."

Once the gas station came into view, (Name) pulled in and shut off the car. "Are you gonna hide under the seat or something while I go inside?" She asked, unbuckling her seat.

"No, I'll be fine."

"Do you want anything?"

"I said no snacks!"

(Name) glared at him. "And, I said to bite your tongue. I can't just not eat, and you cant, either. I'm gonna get you a soda and some Oreos."

He watched as she went inside of the gas station/convenience store. Then, he settled down in his seat and heaved a heavy sigh. Chucky drummed his fingers against his cheek as he waited impatiently. 'The last thing we need is to be in one spot for too long. I bet she's gonna take a pee break while she's in there, buy a shit-ton of snacks, and then...'

A car pulled up around the back of the gas station, distracting Chucky from his thought. He watched the car carefully before his stomach dropped. Ezekiel stepped out and looked into the windows of the gas station. The ginger doll quickly locked the doors and climbed into the back seats. 

He started to pack up (Name)'s clothes and hid the backpack underneath the seat. Then, he crawled underneath the passenger seat and waited for (Name) to get back. Chucky ground his teeth anxiously as he heard someone walk up to his side of the car and try to open the door. 

"Come on out, Charles. It'll be a lot less painful for everyone if you do." Zeke yanked hard at the passenger door, nearly breaking the handle. "Don't think that I won't hurt that little slut you've got helping you. I know exactly what she looks like, and I know how to get her."

Chucky flinched when he heard Zeke slam his hand against the window. He didn't dare to come out of hiding to see what had happened. However, he tried to use his scalpel as a reflecting device. He could see a blurry picture pressed against the window, underneath Ezekiel's hand. 

"She's a pretty thing, all right..." Ezekiel taunted. "It'd be a shame if something happened to her. Especially because she was helping you. But, then again, you're a killer. You don't have feelings, except rage and bloodlust." 

Chucky quietly fumed under the seat. He had to clench his jaw tight enough to break it in order to keep quiet. But, Zeke's next sentence sent him over the edge. 

"Maybe I'll just use her to get you back under my control." He turned the picture back toward him and cooed, "She really is a pretty little thing..."

Inside of the gas station, (Name) adjusted the hoodie she'd swiped from inside the bathroom. She had also grabbed some sunglasses from one of the racks and took off the price sticker. (Name) had sensed someone looking into the station and acted accordingly. 

She grabbed her snacks and put them on the counter. She heard the door to the station open, alerting her to Zeke's presence. "$25 on pump 4," (Name) requested in a New York accent.

The young-looking clerk quickly scanned her items. She smacked her gum in her mouth and sneered at (Name) before commenting, "Nice hoodie, kid. Really matches your sketchy appearance."

"It's called 'style,' sweetie. Get educated. Besides, it's cold out fa me." (Name) calmly responded. Then, she pointed behind the girl at something on the back shelf. "Can I get one of them scratch-offs?" 

While the girl turned around to get a random scratch-off ticket, (Name) looked down at the little personal counter on the other side of the cash register. There were car keys, a cell phone, some sugar packets, and some other little items. She grabbed the car keys and switched them with her own. 

"Here."

(Name) grinned sheepishly before waving her hand, denying the scratch-off. "Actually, my family has an omen about 'em. N-neva mind."

"Ugh..." The annoyed girl sighed before putting the scratch-off back. While her back was turned, (Name) grabbed her things and left the money for it on the counter. She went toward the bathrooms, looking over her shoulder to see Ezekiel discreetly following her. 

After a few minutes, (Name) jogged outside of the gas station and tried to open the door. When she yanked on the door and accidentally knocked herself into it, she muttered in pain. "Bitch!" Chucky quickly reached up, scalpel in hand, and unlocked the door. (Name) grabbed her backpack and opened it up. "C'mon, Chucky, get in." He silently crawled into her backpack and got comfortable amongst her soft shirts.

She quickly jogged over to the other car and got inside. She drove around the entire gas station and pulled off onto the road. (Name) unzipped her backpack, which was sitting in the passenger seat, and smiled. "We got away, Chucky! We did it!" She glanced at him before turned her head to him fully and glaring.

(Name) had caught him playing around with one of her bras. He had a bored expression on his face as he commented, "Your tits look bigger than the size this bra is." Because he was so focused on (Name)'s bra, Chucky didn't have time to protect himself from getting hit on the noggin. "Ah!" He dropped the bra and held his aching head.

"The size of my tits is none of your business. And, leave my bras alone! Get outta there!"

Chucky slowly climbed out of the backpack before setting it down on the floor in front of the seat. He sat down and looked around in the new car. "How'd you get this?"

"Swapped keys."

"That was your sister's car."

"I texted her to let her know where her car was. It'll be fine."

The living doll crossed his arms and leaned against the door, blinking sleepily. "You sure are getting in deep with me..."

(Name) paused for a moment before responding, "Well, you needed me."

Chucky looked over at her, pouting angrily. He curled up in the seat and pulled out his scalpel, holding it in his hand. He was still a bit on edge from his little run in with Zeke. He had almost gone ballistic on the demented blonde for what he had said.

Yes, Chucky had come to terms with the fact that he felt something for (Name). It pissed him off to no end that she hadn't even done much of anything, but had earned his affections nonetheless. Now that the thought of his feelings was on his mind, Chucky couldn't get comfortable. 

(Name) listened to him shuffle around in the seat for a moment before it got on her nerves. "Chucky, do you want one of my shirts as a blanket or something?" She looked over at him before shouting, "Hey! I said a shirt!"

Chucky had grabbed one of her shirts to use as a blanket, but he was also using one of her bras as a pillow. He mumbled, "Can't hear you; sleeping," before he actually began to fall asleep.

As she stopped at a red light, (Name) chuckled and tucked her shirt under Chucky a bit more. "Sweet dreams, killer." she whispered.

...

The glittery pink phone in Ezekiel's pocket went off. He was currently resting for a moment in his car. While in the gas station, his plan to track down where exactly (Name) was taking his travel-sized killer had failed. She had spilled some water on the floor without him knowing and gotten away while the worker was trying to help Zeke off of the floor. He pulled it out and smirked down at the message.

(Name) the Menace: Left your car at a gas station. It needs gas. I'll apologize after all of this is over.

"Looks like you'll have to apologize to your sister in Hell, (Name)..." Zeke whispered, starting up his car. "You and Chucky both..."