Slasher One-shots And Scenarios

Chucky Catch-up

How you meet:
Working in the police field, it was no surprise to hear that another couple had been murdered. Over the stretch of that last couple of weeks there had been multiple reports of homicide. You had been working as a detective, trying to catch the killer. Up until one night, you and your team had absolutely no leads. That was until a doll was found at one of the crime scenes. You had collected it and taken it in as evidence, even taking it home later as part of your late night work. It wasn't long before you found something much more than just a doll.

Protectiveness:
9/10
Chucky is very possessive. He doesn't like guys hanging around you and he certainly doesn't like you going to them. It makes him think you're gonna leave him. And nobody, under any circumstances, leaves him. Ever.

As a cursed image:

Texting:

Cuddling:

Breakfast(cursed):

If he danced:
I didn't fill this one in because...well, think about it...

Songs that match him:
State of my head- Shinedown
I don't wanna die- Hollywood Undead
Kill everyone- Hollywood Undead

With his S/o:
Whisper- Evanescence
I miss the misery- HALESTORM
Porn star dancing- My Darkest Days

"Bad Ending":
You stumbled forward, hand still pressed against the bottom left side of your abdomen. The fresh blood dark in your shirt. The moonlight glinted off the red that still dripped off the end of your blade. The man you had just stabbed fell back against one of the gravestones, becoming motionless. You gave a small throated laugh and looked up into the sky, a tear falling down the down side of your face. In a weak motion, your legs gave out under you and you fell to your knees, dropping the blade besides you. You slowly fell back into the grass, a smile crossing your face. You still held your side in attempt to slow the bleeding. You shut your eyes momentarily. You could hear small footsteps gaining on you, followed by a voice. "Shit, doll! You alright?" You slowly shook your head, not bothering to open your eyes. "It's too late." You opened your eyes. Chucky was kneeling besides you, scanning over your blood covered hand and the blood leaking from the wound. You looked into the sky, another tear falling down. "I'm dying, Chucky." He shook his head, "No. You'll be fine. We'll switch souls. We can start over. I'll be out of this body and you'll be okay." You shook your head. "Its too late. There's no other body, Chucky. And besides, it's no use. You're not leaving me." Chucky looked at you in complete disbelief. It sounded turned to anger. "Oh, I am. I'm getting my body. You had you're chance. You fucked up, not me!" You frowned and glared at him. "I fucked up because of you! I only wanted to help you!" Chucky stared at you for a moment before he turned away. You looked over and ran your hand across the grass until your fingers reached the blade of the knife you had held. You grabbed it with a glare and turned back to Chucky. You painfully sat up and stuck, sinking the blade straight into the center of his back. Chucky let out a yell and fell to the ground. You let go and fell back a bit. Chucky groaned and slowly rolled over of his back, staring at you. You gave him a sad look and hung your head. "...why?" You looked up and shook your head. "Oh, Chucky. Look at us." More tears fell down your face. "We belong dead." You fell back into the grass besides him. Your breaths became thinner and more forced by the second. His voice became low and more broken up. "I don't understand." You shut your eyes with a sharp gasp. "Chucky, you've already cheated death out more than once," you paused, giving the sky a sympathetic look. "And I just can't live like this anymore." Chucky grimaced hearing the last part. "So- you're giving up on me, is that it, doll?" You shook your head, closing your eyes again. "I'm giving up on my lifestyle, chucky. It's too late to go back." You heard chucky make a small noise in his throat. You gave a sigh but turned your head a bit as you heard sirens and could see the blue and red light coming down the road. You gave a small laugh. "Guess they finally caught us...haven't they?" You looked back over. "Yeah, but, they never got the privilege to catch us alive." You smiled a bit as you closed your eyes for the last time.

Yeehaw scale:
0/10
Nope. He ain't into no redneck shit.

As a bad childrens toy:
Does this really need one? He IS one for christ's sake.

Reaction to british accent:
Makes fun of it, but in all, still loves you. Sometimes he'll just stare at you with a 'wtf' look on his face.

Reaction to spanish accent:
Same as the british accent. But if you yell at him in spanish he'll immediately look for help. He might even look around, screaming for someone to tell him what you saying, cue lines-

"What is she saying?!?"

"Somebody tell me what the fuck shes saying!"

And if he can't find help, he'll just go with-

"I don't know what the fuck you're saying! I don't speak taco bell!!!"

As a strange bird:

As a meme:

Wearing their clothes:
Good luck. Have you seen this guy? He's only 2'5ft tall. I'd be amazed if you could even pull one of his shirt over your head without it getting stuck or ripping.