"It's not nice to steal." She heard a child like sweet toned voice cheerfully lecture, causing her to look down at the doll, flinching as she noticed it's electric blue eyes staring up at her, it's expression seeming to change from how it looked previously, now showing a menacing look that left her anxiously scared, questioning her own sanity. She backed away from the doll, watching as it's almost life liked glassy eyes followed her, causing her breathing to hitch in uneasiness as she squeeked in utter shock, not fully understanding what folded out before her.
"Now hand the cash over before things get... Messy.." The doll spoke again, this time, threateningly, voice rougher and lower, sounding no where near to how it sounded just a few seconds ago, which only caused the woman to pause for a moment, processing what she had just witnessed before screaming out in horror, terrifiedly turning around and proceeding to run away.
She tried running, almost reaching the door as her hand extended out towards it's knob, desperately trying to grab a hold of it before before feeling her ankle receive a hard pull, causing her to plummet onto the floor, her body dragging against the carpeted surface as she cried out, seeing her one and only way to escape move farther away from her as she was pulled back. Her finger nails dug into the fabric of the carpet, trying to pull herself from the firm grasp she felt on her ankle. She didn't dare look back, afraid of what she was to be met with if she did so, her watery eyes fixed on the door of the room.
Her eyes squeezed shut, praying and hoping that all of this was just a dream and that she would wake up in any second in the comfort of her bed. She felt the pressure on her ankle fade, getting the impression that it was let go.
The side of her body was kicked, forcing her to flip over so that she was now facing the ceiling, before a cold sharp item pressed itself onto her neck right after. She didn't want to open her eyes, keeping them shut was the only thing being able to bring comfort to her, making her feel somewhat safe. But not being able to see what was going on, opened room for frightening assumptions and thoughts, and that's when she began to feel fear once again. She inhaled sharply,the relief she once felt disappearing as fast as it appeared. She tried so hard to stay still, her body shaking uncontrollably in fear of what was going to happen next. The collar of her uniform was then tugged roughly, almost lifting her all the way up to her shoulders.
Her eyes finally opened, seeing the doll she had just previously picked up, standing over her frightened form. She quivered seeing it's scarred up face not too far away from hers, along with the twisted expression it held that showed no remorse for what it did and what it was about to do. She let out another frightful scream, begging it to not hurt her and other inaudible pleas that the doll was growing tired of hearing.
"CAN IT!" Chucky roared, cutting her hysterical screaming off, annoyed at her ear piercing wails. She stopped immediately, trying her best to contain her sobs from being heard. "Hand it over." He demanded, watching as her eyes stared down at the money she gripped so tightly in her palm that shook uncontrollably. "NOW!" He roared once again, causing her to quickly pass it into his small hand, feeling saddened and upset at the fact that she couldn't keep the cash, that wasn't even hers to begin with. He stared down at it in pride, shoving the cash back into his pocket before turning his attention back to her immediately.
He debated on whether killing her was a good option right now, something he had never really done before. He didn't know for sure how long the duration of him staying in the motel would be, he was most likely gonna stay another night, and having a corpse in the centre of the room while he slept in it was unpleasant to say the least. Plus, he figured you were probably traumatized enough as it was with all the shit going on, and coming back to a middle aged woman dead on the floor wasn't pleasing for anyone to come back to. He sighed, annoyed at the fact that he couldn't have just ended the bitch's life, right here, right now. But if it was for the better, then so fucking be it. He hoped she knew how lucky she was.
"Ya tell a soul about this and I'll make sure ya never live to see another day, ya hear me?" He warned, tugging her collar and hearing her whine, watching as she nodded violently through frantic sobs. He rolled his eyes as he removed the blade from her throat and letting go of her collar, watching as she bolted out of the room as fast as possible, him chuckling as he watched her do so.
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The woman ran down using the stairs, unable to control her hysterical behavior as she rushed to the clerk's desk, the clerk noticing her distressed stage.
"Lorraine... Lorraine!! What's wrong!?" The clerk, Linda, questioned in concern and confusion, not to sure or aware of what was happening and why the janitor was so worked up.
"Doll... Knife... " Was all Lorraine could sound out clearly as she rushed through her words trying to explain everything to the clerk, almost falling over if it weren't for Linda, who managed to catch her and hold her up firmly as she tried to comfort the hysterical janitor.
"What doll? Lorraine, talk to me!" The younger woman questioned.
"It... It tried to kill me!" Lorraine responded, giving Linda the details about which room the incident occurred in as well.
The clerk looked at the middle aged woman she had came to know after a few months of working at the establishment. Never once has she seen her so distraught before, Lorraine was usually cocky and kept to herself, never really wanting to be friendly or to start conversations with anybody else unless it was for her own personal gain. The confused expression Linda held on her face remained, as she nodded slowly hearing lorraine's words- how she tried to clean one of the rooms on the third floor, and how a talking doll held a knife to her throat just a few minutes after.
You had just came back from the cafeteria, food held in both hands as you passed the clerk's desk, confusion in your expression as you watched the distressed janitor talk in what sounded to be frantic tongues to the concerned clerk.
You looked away, noticing the clerk's eyes that stared and followed you as you made your way to the elevator, getting in and pressing your floor as the doors closed.
"Lorraine, the room you mentioned, that girl over there is the only one staying in it. There is no talking doll in there, calm down.." Linda tried to comfort.
"Yes, there is!! Linda, you've got to believe me, it held a knife to my neck!!" Lorraine yelled, upset that her colleague didn't believe nor took her seriously.
It then grew silent between the two, Linda not knowing how to respond while Lorraine waited for her to do so.
"W... Well- how can you explain this then!?" Lorraine asked, showing the younger woman the gash on her arm that continued to bleed.
Linda's eyes widened seeing the cut on her associate's arm.
"Oh my God! What happened!?" Linda asked in shock, grabbing a hold of Lorraine's wrist to further observe the slit.
She didn't buy or even consider the fact that a living doll could have done it. But it was undeniable that something had to be the cause of it.
"It. Did. It." Lorraine then said, a short pause after every word, her tone serious and low.
"Why don't you take the rest of the day off, okay? " Linda whispered sympathetically, again, trying to brush the issue off, even with the knowledge that Lorraine was, in fact, hurt physically.
"Please believe me... Please..." Lorraine begged tremulously, causing Linda to sigh in response.
"Look, let's go up there right now and get this settled... " Linda said, signalling towards the elevator as she walked towards it, Lorraine being pulled lightly by the wrist as she followed.
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You opened the door to your room using your key, walking in and being greeted with the sight of the doll, who's expression already gave you the impression that he wasn't too happy about how long it took for you to get back.
"Took ya long enough..." The doll muttered, getting off of the chair and walking towards you.
"Yeah, sorry..." You apologized, sighing slightly as you recalled the scene you had just witnessed while you were walking to the elevator.
"Somethin' wrong?" Chucky questioned, hearing the tone of your voice.
"No, it's just... I saw a cleaning lady crying to the clerk just now... Seemed pretty disturbed about something..." You told, causing the doll to pause and then, sound a growl, his anger rising as he realized it must've been the woman he had just came into an encounter with just a few minutes ago.
The doll opened his mouth to say something, getting interrupted by a knock on the door, his furious eyes darting towards it quickly, and so did yours.
You set the food down onto the table, humming in confusion as you walked towards the door, opening it, eyes meeting with the same janitor and clerk you had just saw downstairs, now standing outside your door.
"Can I help you..?"