|Revenge of Chucky
Author: gothgirl97 PM
Chucky is brought back to life once again! This time by his fourteen year old daughter, Glenda. Chucky soon wants revenge on an old "friend", and he needs the help of his family to get it. Blood, killing, and lies, this can only mean one thing...Chucky's back, and revenge has never been so deadly!Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Suspense - Chapters: 11 - Words: 13,195 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 08-27-12 - Published: 07-15-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8322756
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Chapter 1: The Package
The doorbell rang, and Glenda quickly ran to the door to answer it. A tall box with brown packaging paper sat in front of her on the doorstep.
Glenda looked up to see the delivery man walking down the driveway back to his truck. She stared back down at the package, and smiled evilly. This was what she had been waiting for almost a week now.
She quickly picked up the box and headed back inside the house; kicking the door shut behind her. Glenda looked from side to side; making sure no one was watching her. When she saw that the close was clear, she dashed upstairs to her room, carrying the box in her arms.
Glenda's room was fairly large. To the right of the room was her neatly made up bed, complete with a pink quilt and a white canopy. Over to the left of the room was her white dresser and mirror. Hanging all over the cream colored walls were Glenda's paintings. The paintings were the only thing unusual about the room. Each painting was vividly gruesome. Blood, killing, and death was Glenda's favorite topics to paint, and every single drawing was filled with all three.
Glenda sat the box down gently on the floor, next to her bed. She quickly tore away the brown packaging paper. Inside the box was a doll. But it wasn't any ordinary doll. The doll had bright, wild red hair and blue eyes; just like Glenda. But besides for the hair and eyes, it actually didn't look like Glenda at all. For one, the doll was a male. He was wearing a stripped colored shirt and blue overalls. He also had on red shoes. On his chest, written on the overalls were the words: Good Guy. Every visible part of his body was covered with scars. His face, neck, and hands were all stitched up. Glenda opened the box and pulled the doll out. The doll stared into her eyes and blinked.
"Hi, I'm Chucky. Wanna play?" the doll asked in a friendly, automatic voice.
Glenda smiled, "Sure, dad."
She laughed, and then she walked over to her dresser and picked up a book titled, "Voodoo for Dummies". She began flipping quickly through the book to find the page she needed. When she found it, Glenda slowly laid the doll down on the ground. All of a sudden someone opened her door.
Glenda gasped, "Shit! Glen, you scared the hell out of me!"
Glen was Glenda's twin brother. Like Glenda, Glen also had red hair and blue eyes. But that was about the only thing they had in common. Glen's more shy and sensitive than his sister. While Glenda's more outgoing, and mischievous. Glenda loves anything to do with blood, gore, and killing, but Glen doesn't. About the only other thing they have in common, is that they always fight with each other.
"Oh, sorry." Glen apologized.
"What do you want?" Glenda demanded, "I'm busy."
"Mom said dinner's ready. What are you doing in here anyways?" Glen asked.
He looked at the book in his sister's hands, and then he looked down at the doll. He stared back at Glenda, nervously.
"Please, please don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing!" Glen begged.
Glenda sighed, "Glen, I'm bringing dad back."
"What! Why?" Glen asked.
"Look, we haven't seen him in fourteen years! Now, I don't know about you, but I miss him. And I can tell mom misses him too. I see it in her eyes, she still loves him. And maybe he still loves her. Maybe when I bring him back, they'll get back together!" Glenda smiled.
Glen shook his head, "This is a bad idea! Where did you even find him anyway?"
Glenda shrugged, "I ordered him online. And I know you think this is a bad idea, but I can tell, deep down, you miss him too. Now, you can either stop being such a big pussy, or get the fuck out. I'm going to do this with or without you!"
Glenda then walked over to her bed and reached underneath her pillow. She pulled out an old amulet. Glen stood there, staring at the amulet in his sister's hand. His left eye began twitching, like it always does when he gets nervous. Glenda rolled her eyes at him and mumbled under her breath, "Pussy."
She then walked back over to the doll. She held the amulet in one hand and the book in the other. Taking a deep breath, Glenda then began reading from the book:
"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!"
Both Glen and Glenda looked down at the doll and waited. Nothing happened.
"Awake!" Glenda shouted, again.
She then began poking at the doll. Again, nothing happened. She dropped the book and the amulet on the floor.
Glenda sighed, disappointed, "What a croc!"
Glen pulled on his sister's hand. "Come on, Glenda. Let's go eat dinner."
Glenda didn't move. Glen saw her disappointment and sighed, "I'm really sorry it didn't work."
Glenda still didn't move. Glen shrugged, then he turned away and began walking downstairs. Glenda then slowly followed her twin brother out of the room; leaving the doll behind.