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His laugh echoed through the large empty space, making me mad, I gritted my teeth.
"You won't think it's funny when you're in pieces on my floor,"
Immediately, he took out his knife, holding it to my neck, a sinister look on his face.
"A weak girl like you has a lot of nerve to be talking to me like that," He said.
His actions at this point were the least threatening because if he wanted to, he would.
"You know what -"
I was cut off by another voice behind me, followed by the sound of a door closing. Dropping chucky, I turned around. Seeing Ryan with a horrified look.
"Ryan..."
I looked down at chucky, who had an amused look on his face as he watched Ryan process him. He twirled his knife, pointing it at him.
"What's a matter? Have you ever seen a killer doll before?"
He let out a dark laugh, filling the space around us.
I rolled my eyes and walked to Ryan, who took a step back, his brows furrowed, but I could see the fear flicker behind them.
"Ryan, listen... "
I stopped, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to explain this to him. I let out a deep sigh. There wasn't a way to explain this, but there was no way he'd keep this a secret either. I looked back at the doll, who seemed to be getting a kick out of the whole situation.
"Ryan..."
I said, looking back at him.
"I wasn't lying when I said I didn't kill that guy. It was him, but don't worry, he won't ki-"
"Speak for yourself you fuckin bitch"
Chucky said, cutting me off, I swung around and glared at him.
"I'm going to kick that ugly head off your shoulders if you don't shut up,"
I spat at him. All he did was laugh
This was not a good first impression on his part.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, not knowing where to go with this, it was beginning to stress me out
"Ryan, we need to leave, can you take us home?"
I asked. Looking up at him, he immediately shook his head, jabbing a finger at the doll.
"I'm not going anywhere with that thing, are you fucking insane? Why are you with it?"
He yelled, I looked down, hand on top of my head.
"I..."
I couldn't even explain myself without sounding as crazy as he thought I was.
"She just my source of entertainment at the moment, once I'm bored, I'll be gone,"
Chucky said, I rolled my eyes.
"That's not helping," I said.
The sound of something hitting the floor, I looked down, Ryan's car keys were by my feet, I looked up at him. He had an expression I couldn't read.
"Get the fuck out, you and you're...thing"
Not wanting to argue, I picked them up and went to the car, I had no place to argue here.
"Get your ass in the car, chucky. I've about had it with you, "
I swung the door open, aggressively pointing to the seat. He chuckled and got in. When I looked back at Ryan, the door was just closing. He had left. I let out a frustrated sigh, getting into the car.
~~~
It didn't take us long to get back to the house, riding at top speed almost the entire way there. I didn't say anything as I got out, not even bothering to let him out, I shut the door in his face, storming into the house.
When I heard him coming in, I immediately went out the back door, sitting on the deck, angrily lighting a smoke
"Hey princess, give me one"
He said as he came out, I turned to him and threw the pack at his head, glaring at him.
"Oh, calm down, it was just one guy,"
He said. Those words were my tipping points.
"Just one guy? What happened to having help? You fucked us" I said, turning away. All he did was laugh.
"You were fucked right from the beginning, you honestly thought this would magically disappear? You're done for, it's just a matter of time. "
He said.
I rested my head on my knees. He was right, but that didn't mean I could try and change it. I sat there for a moment, mulling over his words. I hated every microplastic atom of his being, but... he had a point.
"I hate you"
Was all I could say.
"What would really impress me, and what might make me stay and help... if you just kill them all... I mean, if you're going down, better go down swinging, ya pickin' up what I'm layin' down, doll?" He said, circling me.
I let out a disgusted sigh.
"I'm not like you - I mean, yeah, taking a life isn't all bad, I've done it, but that's not the issue, I'm just one person, and you... well fuck I don't know about you, you're... compact, so it'd easy" I said, stumbling over my words.
All he did was laugh.
"And that's what makes me so special. You're a big girl, Trick, figure you're shit out, be the killer you know you can be, get creative with it, " He said, waving his arms dramatically.
I let out a sigh.
"Who woulda thought I'd be taking killer advice from a toy... no pun intended, by the way..." I said.
"I'm a professional. Just listen to me. If it doesn't work, I'll give you a chance to kill me for good. What do ya say? Deal?"
He held out a hand, he had a look in his eye I couldn't read, I stared at him for a solid minute.
"What do I have left to lose, fuck it"
Like a dork, I shook his hand, he let out a maniacal laugh as I did so.
"That's unnecessary..."
~~~
Later that night, I spent hours looking over documents and files for information I had on specific people. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Taking notes and putting pieces together was a lot harder when it was multiple people.
"The south guard doesn't ever move, their a bunch of pussies, packed together all the time, I wouldn't even be able to get by..."
"What's the 'south guard'?" Chucky asked from behind me.
"It's their name, whatever you want to call it, the entire south end is theirs..." I said, reading the report more indepthly.
"Their rotations are small... 5... no 6 people... there's hardly a gap..." I let out a frustrated sigh.
"Relax, princess, you'll get it," He mocked.
"Stop calling me that..." I said, trying to focus.
"And what if I don't?" He continued.
I spun around on my chair, glaring.
"If you're not gunna help, get out, I'm re-reading the same paragraph over and over because you're making my dyslexia disorient me, shut up," I said, turning back.
I knew it didn't work like that, but he was still distracting me.
"Fine, I'm going out. Don't wait up for me,"
I waved him off.
"Yeah, whatever, go, I'll be here,"
~
Sometime after he left, I got a phone call from Ryan.
"Great..."
I picked up the phone, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.
"Hey Ryan..." I said, dropping my voice.
"You know, I don't like giving second chances, but for fuck sakes, I'm letting this slide... " Ryan said on the other side.
I was a bit taken back at how quickly he bounced back.
"What?"
I could hear his frustration as he spoke.
"Don't ask questions, I don't know. Everything is telling me not to do this, but I'm doing it anyway, "
I still had no idea what his logic was, but it was beyond me.
"But...the guy, you're, whoever he was... " I started off.
"He had some shit going on we didn't know about, technically did us a favor, but..." He said casually.
I sat back, holding my head. There was no actual way this was real.
"So that's it, I'm... not in trouble?"
He laughed.
"Well, you didn't do it, but...the others here... they gotta know..."
He was right. They did. Something was telling me not to, but I was going to do it anyway.
"Give me some time... I'm working on T stuff right now. Is that okay?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.
"Take your time, but it's gunna to happen," He said, his tone serious.
"Yes, yes, I'll tell them,"
"Good...I'll talk to you later..."
The line went dead before I could respond. I was still in shock that he'd just... let it go.
I sat back, my head was swirling with thoughts, it was almost nauseating. I sighed and continued to flip through pages, I kept reading until the words looked like they were moving across the page.
"That's a wrap,"
Standing up, tossing whatever paper I was holding, I left the room. I rubbed the back of my neck as I walked, sitting like that for that long made my body stiff. I couldn't help but think about what Ryan said, having to tell them about this hunk of plastic that had a thing for killing people.
Grabbing something to eat, I decided to spend the rest of the night watching a movie.
~~
By the time Chucky came back, it was past midnight, and I had almost forgotten about him until he came cursing through the front door.
"Jesus, what the hell is your problem?" I called out, my eyes glued to the screen.
"Shut up."
He said back, I shrugged him off.
"Okay,"
I wasn't too concerned why he was mad. In fact, I didn't really care. The show was just getting good.
As i watched, I could hear him mumbling something as he walked through the house. I turned around, looking back at him, he was glaring at me.
"What? The fuck did I do now?" I asked returning his look. He gave me the finger and walked off.
He was covered in fresh blood, and so were his shoes, leaving footprints on the floor.
"Seriously? You're fuckin my shit up, take your shoes off" I said, I was getting irritated.
"I don't give a fuck about your house, shut up" He spat at me.
"Go be pissy in your own room, I don't want to hear you complain," I said, grabbing a towel from the kitchen.
He stormed off, swearing, I shook my head.
"Moody..."
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