Sorry about deleting my Child's Play fanfic...it wasn't what I expected it to be...so here is this one. It's my own version...and yes. Glen has a small crush on Andy...he loves Andy but Chucky won't let him have that crush! Short first chapter...

-Seed of Chucky-

Part One

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He liked Andy. He adored Andy...he loved Andy.

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It was nothing the little doll felt before. Glen never knew the real feeling of love. When you loved someone. How it made you feel sick to your stomach...and made you do crazy things. He loved that feeling.

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-someone always had to stand in the way of it...all the time!

"Your a fucktard!"the red headed-scarred up doll cursed, grabbing his boy by his pale arm and forced him to sit onto his ass on the rough floor.

He looked up at the evil doll before him, and whimpered;

"Please...he likes me too?"the young Glen peeped, holding his hands close to his heart. Chucky rolled his blue eyes, and tapped his foot. "Yeah yeah. Go whine to your fucking mother!"he told him, and turned around-leaving him his back.

Glen looked down at his feet, and stood up.

"Okay...

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-Barclay house-

Andy was the age of 16 and finally out of Military school. God it was hell!

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Now that he was old enough to have his own house and live on his own, and not have to worry about any more foster parents, he finally cozied up into a little apartment in a small town.

Good enough for him.

But what he hated was his stupid queer military haircut: At least he thought it was stupid.

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He was waiting on Kristen. They were planning on taking a walk together down by the river. Just to think.

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-that was completely out of the question.

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Andy left Kristen alone for a few minutes and returning to the table down along the river, she was gone! He wondered if it was him. If it was Andy himself that caused her to disappear...it gave him time to think and remember how bad he was with girls and relationships.

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While walking home, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and sprinkles of rain, he pulled out his key, and opened the door, letting himself inside.

"Huh."

he let out a sigh, and right after flipping the lights on, there was blood on the carpet. A puddle of blood in the middle of the room.