Chapter 11: Glenda's Fate

Glenda slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room. Her body began shaking uncontrollably from the trauma she had just endured. Pain shot through her side, causing Glenda to moan, as she was far too weak to scream.

Chucky's laughter stopped as he looked down at his daughter. Her shirt was soaked in red blood and her face was drenched in cold sweat. She was dying.

"D-daddy?" Glenda managed to ask, but it came out as more of a whimper.

"Glenda?" Chucky asked.

"W-what happened?" She asked in a trembling voice.

"You got shot," Chucky explained.

"Am I dying?"

Chucky slowly nodded his head. He didn't know what else to say. He wasn't good at this kind of stuff.

"N-no! No! I don't want to d-die!" Glenda said, as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Chucky sighed, "It's okay, Glenda. Everything's gonna be okay."

"How c-can you say that? I'm dying, d-daddy!" Glenda cried, "Help me, p-please!"

Glenda was utterly afraid, and Chucky could see that. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her as more tears streamed down her face.

"I'll be right back," Chucky said as he quickly turned around.

"No! D-don't leave me!" Glenda begged.

Chucky just ignored her as he quickly made his way upstairs. A few seconds later he returned, dragging something behind him. Glenda soon realized what it was.

"Wait, are you g-gonna-" Glenda began to say.

"Shhh," Chucky said, as he placed the object beside Glenda's body, "Everything's gonna be okay, I promise. This won't hurt a bit,"

"But what abo-"

"Look, I'm not gonna turn human, remember? Now we'll be the same and this is the only way you're gonna survive," Chucky explained.

Glenda slowly nodded as Chucky began to place one hand on her forehead, and the other on the object beside her.

"Wait!" Glenda yelled, "I'm scared. W-what if it doesn't work?"

"It'll work, I promise. Now do you want to live or not?" Chucky asked, a hint of aggravation in his voice.

Glenda nodded.

Chucky took a deep breath, then hesitated. Did he really want to do this? Part of him wanted to let her stay here and die, never having to worry about her again. Another part of him knew he had to do this. After all, she was his flesh and blood. And he had developed a soft spot for the kid. She had also risked her life to save him; which not many people, if any, had done for him. Chucky shuddered at the thought of it being him lying there, dying, instead of her. He knew if he was going to do this, it had to be now.

Chucky took another deep breath then began chanting:

"Ada Due Damballa. Give me the power I beg of you . . ."

Just then, Glenda began to feel a tingling sensation all over her body. Her vision started going blurry and her hearing became muffled.

Is this what dying felt like? She thought.

Then the tingling sensation suddenly stopped. Her whole body went completely numb. She thought she heard her father yell something, but she wasn't sure. This is it! Glenda thought, I'm dying!

Chucky watched as the Good Girl doll's blue eyes shot open. Its lips formed into a menacing smile. Its mouth opened as it began to speak in a slow, half demonic half automatic voice:

"Hi. I'm, Glenda! Wanna play?"

The End . . .?

A/N: Well, that's the end of this fanfic! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I may write a sequeal, and if I do, it will have Kiara in it as well as some other familair characters! Anyways, I hope you liked it! :)