Chucky's girl (after Tiffany)

Introductions..Introductions ..

A/N- Ittalics are Jessica's thoughts
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I looked down at the little doll at my toes, what am I going to do with this munchkin I thought.
You're probably wondering where this started...well, to be honest I'm not really sure but, I do remember it was the night I turned 18!

That Night...
I heard a small knock on my door, and realized that the mailman was here and rushed to the door to get it.
I was always an outcast to my peers, I never really understood their foolish ways. And now that I am 18, I can do whatever I want..as long as it's not illegal..and not get in trouble! Though I have these privileges, I am not the one to overuse newly found power instantly. I decided being me, I should watch a scary movie with the lights off, and maybe text my friend Sam. (Girl Of Course) And that's of course what I did, but not in that exact context..........
BANG!!! I heard a noise from the front door. Oops forget about that stupid mailman that's still waiting outside, better that I get the mail!

*Ding* "Ugh, who's texting me now?!" I said
Of course..Sam... What does she want now?? Let's check! I grabbed my silver phone, checking behind the door after I got my mail, after all.. it's Chicago..full of murderers, one in particular..The Lakeshore Strangler.
I don't know much but, I know people say he is an urban legend, I don't believe it..he's real!!

Later That Same Night...
I went for a nap,
After doing my homework for the weekend, and cleaning around the house..I decided to open the package that conveniently had no name whatsoever on it..which brought me closer to the urban legend as possible.
Which, what I mean by that is, the very doll (Good Guy Doll) that he (Charles Lee Ray) supposedly put his body in, was in my bedroom..still in its packaging. I pressed the try me button in shock, that it still worked..even though they stopped making them 1990.

As soon as I turned around, due to a a LOUD Thud..I saw the doll was outside of his box! I turned around to check the room, and noticed that my novelty scissors were gone, along with my duct tape! Gosh...what a fast little fucker!

I roamed the halls, checking for my dream come true, Chucky. I heard a noise coming from the bathroom, and just like the rest of his victims, followed the noise to see it's creator. After thorough inspection;
Of course, I didn't see him.. they don't see him until they go back to their original spot. I was thinking as I moved towards my new life, or fast, painful death. I was happy either way..having no boyfriend for 18 years, not even having any best friends; except for Sam of course, but still.

All of a sudden, I felt a tiny hand grip my waist..and then my neck..and then my hair...and the next thing I knew, had successfully slammed my head into my bed stand. What has this obsession done to me??