Chapter Ten: Let the Bodies hit the Floor!

After Chucky and I left Hot topic (With Sex hair, of course! :D), I decided to call Ashley.

"Hello?" She answered. "Hey, Ashley, it's me. Listen," I said, "I have to tell you something." "What is it?" Ashley said, suddenly sounding scared. "Ashley," I said, "Chucky and I are dolls now. Our human bodies are dead." "What?" Ashley said, "How could that be?" "Chucky knew some Voodoo, and he said this chant, and, well, now we can get away with anything!" "Okay," Ashley said, "But I'll have to get used to having a doll for a friend." "Listen," I said, "Are you going to the dance tomorrow?" "Hell no." Ashley said, "I don't have anyone to go with, and those things are fucking gay." "'K, good." I said, "'Cause Chucky and I have a plan." "Oh no," Ashley said, "I'm scared." "Don't be scared," I said slyly, "It's not you we're attacking." "Okay," Ashley said, "But don't blame me if you guys get caught." "We're dolls!" I said, "They'll be in too much shock to care whether we did it or not." "Okay. Well listen," Ashley said, "I have English homework to do, so I have to go now." "'K, bye." I said, and hung up.

"What's all this about a plan?" Chucky said. "You'll see." I said, taking the wheel and driving back to my house.


Today was Saturday, the dance. Chucky and I were completely ready. We had bombs, knives, and everything. "Look," Chucky said in an Arabian voice while we were sitting in the school parking lot about to get out, "I am Achmed Boom." "What the hell?" I said with a quizzical look on my face. Chucky continued in his ridiculous voice, "Would you like a Slurpee and some candy? Welcome to my Seven Eleven." I started laughing so hard I almost peed myself. "And…" I said, catching my breath, "What is Achmed Boom going to do when we walk into the school?" "KABOOM." He said quickly, making motions with his arms, "I will drop a bomb, and make everything go boom." I almost fell out of my seat, "Okay," I said, "Let's go." And Chucky and I got out of the car.

When we walked in, we saw all the preps and jocks socializing with each other. "I think I'm going to throw up." Chucky said. "I concur." I said. Everyone was being so phony and plastic. I took one look at Chucky, and smiled in a sinister fashion. "Time to raise some hell." Chucky said, and we walked over to the DJ booth.

We put on "Bodies" by Drowning Pool, and Chucky dropped the grenade and watched the sparks fly.

"Don't fuck with the Chuck!" he said as we stood over all the dead bodies.

The End.