Tiffany unlocks a chest full of dolls that are damaged and shattered as she is now inside her trailer.
She takes a long look around the chest before grabbing an arm, a leg, and a torso with one arm and leg still attached.
She attaches the doll in the bag remains to the doll components and starts sewing the doll parts together.
She removes the doll in bags clothing and puts them on the newer doll.
She sits down and looks at the creation she put back together.
The woman makes a pentagram out of yellow sand surrounded by candles.
She has a lit candle in one hand and a book in the other.
She repeated these phrases as she started reading from the book.
"Ade due Damballa.
Ade due Damballa.
Give me the power I beg of you!
Ade due Damballa.
Give me the power I beg of you!
Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte.
Secoise entienne mais pois de morte.
Ade due Damballa.
Awake!"
Nothing happened.
The doll did not speak, blink, or move at all.
When she realized this, she began slapping the doll on the chest.
"Awake! Awake! Awake!"
But still nothing.
She threw the book behind her.
-sigh- "What a crock!"
With her new lighter, she gets to her feet and smokes a cigarette.
The trailer door to her home then received a knock.
When she opens the door after approaching it, an emo man is standing outside in the rain.
"Hey Tiffany!"
"What are you doing here?"
"Come on let me in! I-I'll catch my death out here!"
"Promises, Promises, Promises."
As she moved away from the door to let him in, Tiffany rolled her eyes.
He entered the trailer in a hurry.
His dark leather coat was removed.
"So how was your day?"
"Same old, same old."
Tiffany looked back at the pentagram looking unsurprised.
"Hey, check it out!"
The man handed Tiffany a photograph.
He sat down on her candle lit table while putting a napkin on the collar of his shirt.
"What is it?"
"You mean who is it?"
"Who is it?"
Tiffany said sarcastically looking at the man annoyed.
"You mean who was it?"
-gasp- "Oh my god?"
Tiffany took the cigarette out her mouth backing her head away from the picture.
"Oh my god you really did a number on him, didn't you?"
Tiffany approached the man while softly laughing.
"What did you use? Was it really bloody? Did he scream a lot? Was he ha-"
The man was making fighting hand gestures.
The realization hit Tiffany as she looked at the picture more closely.
"You know Damien this guy looks awfully familiar."
She put the picture in front of Damien to show him.
"I recognize to nail polish..."
She told him bored and unfazed.
Damien brought his nails to his face and started compering them to the pictures
"Shit!"
"You never really killed anyone did you? Did you?! You pathetic worm!"
Tiffany threw the picture at Damien and walked away from him.
Damien looked around for the picture.
"Come on Tiff, I'm working up to it."
Tiffany stops walking and looked behind her.
The doll is nowhere to be seen now.
"Aw man. It took me 10 hours to make that."
Damien was looking under the table for the picture.
Tiffany looks at the mini sofa she had, thinking that the doll was under it.
"Damien~"
Tiffany dropped her cigarette on the ground.
"Yeah?"
Damien looked up at Tiffany forgetting about the picture.
"Can you do me a favor and see if my...lipstick is under the sofa there?"
Tiffany pointed at the sofa and spread her legs slightly.
Damien threw off the napkin from his collar having a seductive smirk on his face.
He began to stand up.
"Ah, Ah, Ah. Back on your knees. Crawl."
Damien got on his hands and knees and crawled towards Tiffany.
"Good boy~ Stay down on the floor where you belong, That's right~"
As soon as Damien moved in front of Tiffany, she backed up.
Damien rolled over onto his back and grinned as he turned to face Tiffany.
He positioned his hand beneath the couch and began to feel around with it.
"There's nothing under her-"
A tarantula fell on top of Damien.
Surprising both Damien and Tiffany.
Damien stayed still as he possibly can afraid of the spider.
"Oh Charlotte...How did you get out?"
Tiffany put her hands out for her spider Charlotte to get on.
Tiffany put Charlotte back inside her cage.
Damien got up and made a disgust noise while wiping off his face where the spider fell.
The lights suddenly went off.
Tiffany started looking around for the doll as she walked towards her bedroom.
Tiffany walked to the left side of her bed and looked under the bed.
Damien walked to the other side and got on the bed on his knees.
"Tiffany."
"-gasp-"
Tiffany jumped up and looked at him.
"Well here we are~
How long have we put out for?"
Damien started playing with the cotton spiderweb that was covering Tiffany's bedroom light.
"What?"
Tiffany stood up and walked out of her bedroom into her kitchen.
"Don't you think you've kept me waiting long enough?"
Tiffany looked at him offended and disgusted
"No."
Tiffany scoffed at him before turning away from him.
"Oh."
Damien was surprised by her reply.
In search of her doll, Tiffany sat down on her miniature sofa.
Damien laid on Tiffany's bed on his stomach, his feet raised, and his hands clasped together in the shape of a V under his chin.
"You know what the French call an orgasm?"
Tiffany didn't pay attention to him and kept looking with her mouth a bit open.
Damien turned over so he's on his hip and legs bend.
"Le petite morte."
Tiffany only chuckled at him.
Damien was on his knees as he took his shirt off showing multiple tattoos on his skin.
"The Little Death."
Tiffany looked at him for a bit but quickly looked away.
Damien got under her bed covers.
"Come on Tiffany...Let's die a little."
Damien motions his hand for her to go to him.
Thunder and lightning sticks and the doll was sitting next to Tiffany making her scream in fear and surprise.
Damien gets off the bed and goes to Tiffany and the Doll.
"Oh tsk pfff"
Damien makes noises to express his annoyance.
Damnit puts the doll on his left lower thigh.
The doll turns his head to Damien and opens its mouth.
"Hi! I'm Chucky, wanna play?"
Chucky says in a child's voice not matching or fitting the appearance of the doll.
"The hell you'd get this thing?"
Damien scoffs at the doll in annoyance.
"I got it from the cop. It's the actual doll from these murder. I...stitched him together."
"You gotta be kidding me?"
"No, I'm not kidding you."
"Come on Tiffany!"
"Why would I kid you?"
"I knew you were obsessed but..."
Chucky turns his head to look at Damien.
"I'm not obsessed!"
"But Chucky?! He's so...80s! He isn't even scary!"
"Yes he is!"
"Look at him...You lookin at punk?!"
Damien hits Chucky in the face with his index finger.
"You lookin at me?!"
Damien starts thrusting Chucky up and down on his clothed crotch.
Damien laughs before throwing Chucky across the room onto the floor in Tiffany's room.
"Alright so I was wrong."
Tiffany turns to look at Damien who was still laughing.
"It's too bad...I thought he'd make...a interesting toy...
Damien..."
"Huh?"
"Do you wanna play?"
Damien goes quiet and starts looking at Tiffany's boobs.
"Okay."