#nica pierce fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, Nica possessed by Chucky

AN: Happy 43rd birthday Fiona Dourif!

"This crap again." Chucky muttered. I looked up in time to see their eyes roll. They shook their head before kneeling down next to me. "How many more boxes?" They asked with a sigh.

"A few." I muttered as I tried to drag the box to the center of the room. It was stuck on the carpet, having been overfilled the year before when all the decorations were put away.

"Give me." Chucky muttered as they grabbed the box. They gave it a few tugs before falling on their ass. “God fucking dammit.” They groaned. I giggled and they whipped their head to look at me, hair flying into their face.

“it’s heavy chucky.” I said, reaching out and brushing the hair off their face. “Maybe we should get more boxes for this stuff.” I scratched my head as chucky sat back up. They grabbed the box again and gave a rough tug. The box moved and I went to grab another one.

“more boxes? And where the fuck are we going to put them?” They asked, standing up and helping me with the next box. “We barely have space for these as it is.” They groaned as we put the box down. Chucky muttered under their breath and I went to grab another box. "Besides, we left it late this year." I paused as I turned to look at them. "It's your birthday." I breathed out. Chucky shifted their weight before nodding slowly.

"I mean technically its Nica's birthday..." Chucky muttered. "So I guess its this body's birthday..." I hurried over and kissed them. Chucky hummed into the kiss, palms sliding into my back pockets.

"I guess I'll have to go find that present I got." I murmured as they tried to pull me in for another kiss.

"You got me one for my actual birthday dollface." They breathed out, tilting their head as they kissed me again.

"Who's to say you can't have two?" I giggled as I finally pulled away. Chucky pouted as I headed to our bedroom to grab the present. I turned around to see them leaning in the doorway.

"I can think of something else I'd much rather unwrap." They said, eyeing the present in my hands before looking at me. I shook my head with a smirk.

"Really Chucky?" I groaned. "That's bad even for you." Chucky laughed before walking over to me.

"Yeah well..." They said before pushing me down on the bed and crawling over me. "It's true isn't it?"

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

I Like You Better Here | Tiffany Valentine x Nica Pierce (Chucky Series AU)

Takes place after s3 of Chucky, tw: blood, threat of violence, mention of torture/murder, past torture/violence, toxic relationship, sexual themes

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Background: Tiffany inevitably possesses a human body again and decides to use this as a chance to try and win Nica over since Nica won't recognize her now. So, Tiffany finds a coffee shop Nica frequents, and just so happens to be in the same place as her. Tiffany starts off slowly, quietly waiting in line behind Nica(and memorizing her order), or getting a coffee and observing her out of the corner of her eye from a table, having a laptop or pad of paper in front of her as if she's working

Eventually, after the machine used to make Nica's coffee breaks (Tiffany of course had nothing to do with it breaking mysteriously, nothing at all) and Tiffany uses this moment to slide up next to Nica under the pretense of her waiting in line for her own coffee to be made, and makes a offhanded joke about how of all the days, today is the one where the machine breaks or something similar in an attempt to get Nica to laugh(it doesn't work, but Nica does glance at her with a small tilt of her lips and giving some sort of sarcastic reply) before Tiffany can say anything else, her name(or a false name belonging to the body she inhabits) is called as her coffee is ready. Tiffany wants to continue to talk to Nica, find some kind of excuse to stay around her, but she holds herself back, reminding herself to be patient and not press the younger woman, so that it isn't suspicious.

This eventually leads to Nica acknowledging Tiffany more when she sees her in her usual spot, normally with a polite smile or a small nod of greeting before she wheels herself out of the shop, each time Tiffany smiles flirtatiously, and each time wants to go after Nica, but she holds herself back, telling herself to behave

Finally, after a few months of this, Nica rolls up to where Tiffany is reading on her computer (or pretending to read), Tiffany gives herself a moment to get into character before looking up, a welcoming smile on her lips as she greets Nica.

Nica asks about what Tiffany is working on as she seems to always be at the coffee shop, and Tiffany gives a small laugh as her eyes sparkle, jokingly inquiring if Nica has been stalking her. Nica shrugs and doesn't confirm nor deny it, and gestures to Tiffany's laptop, asking again what she's working on. Tiffany, having been waiting for this for months, explains that she's been reading about criminal law (because after she was sent to prison there was no way she'd take the risk of being caught again) or something else, and then the two start talking a bit more before Nica says she has to leave. In the following weeks, Nica would start to stop by Tiffany's table more, eventually they would end up spending hours talking about things aside from whatever Tiffany is reading, and Tiffany really starts to learn more about what Nica's interests are and what she's been up to in the years since the Jennifer Tilly kidnapping/murder spree, and Tiffany sinks into a comfortable routine

Eventually, Nica asks Tiffany out to dinner, and Tiffany offers to cook for them, which after some careful thinking, Nica agrees to. Nica has Tiffany meet her at her apartment (Nica doesn't mention that this is because she has weapons hidden all over the place in case somehow Chucky comes back to mess with her).

Tiffany shows up with the required foods needed for her recipe and gets to cooking, she compliments Nica's outfit or something, and can't help but look at Nica often as she works, she doesn't mind that Nica lingers in the kitchen as Tiffany talks about random things, Nica watching her intently when she's working with the knives, nor does she notice the slight crease in Nica's brows when Tiffany moves in a way that is too like herself and not the person she's pretending to be.

When the food is in the oven, Nica offers Tiffany something to drink, which Tiffany accepts with a bright smile and a joke as Nica watches her with a predatory focus as Tiffany takes the glass of wine. "Do I make you nervous Nica?"

Nica, who hadn't realized that her eyes had slipped down to stare at Tiffany's fingers as they wrapped around the stem of the glass, quickly glanced up to meet Tiffany's eyes, she settled back in her wheelchair, trying to appear cool and collected as she answered with a small shake of the head. "No."

Tiffany's lips tug up at the corners as she leans back against the counter, her arms crossing so her chest is pushed up a bit, with her glass in one hand she watches as Nica's eyes follow her movement.

Tiffany's stare is intense, and Nica quickly takes a drink and looks elsewhere as she realizes that she was caught staring at Tiffany.

"Thirsty, maybe?" Tiffany can't resist teasing Nica, who suddenly feels a laugh bubble out of her.

Tiffany smiles triumphantly, and when Nica meets her eyes, there's a fire in them, and suddenly it feels very warm in the room as the sound of the oven fades and the two women are left at opposite ends of the room, locked in a stare that neither one can bring themselves to break.

Tiffany feels warmer than she does in a bath, or even when she's been burned alive, the burn she feels is a pleasant one, one that can only be tempered by the woman across from her, and suddenly, Tiffany's self restraint snaps; she wants to touch Nica, hold her, make her fall apart so she can put the pieces back together.

She doesn't remember putting her glass down and crossing the room, but suddenly she is standing in front of Nica's chair, almost afraid to blink as she sees the same fire she feels is reflecting in Nica's eyes. Tiffany opens her lips, her mouth feeling very dry all of the sudden, and means to ask Nica if she can kiss her, but she only manages "Nica-" before the woman in question roughly grabs Tiffany by the neck and pulls her down to her level in a kiss that leaves Tiffany breathless.

Nica's prosthetic hands are cold as one fists in Tiffany's hair and the other - which had dropped her wine glass or set it aside (Tiffany wasn't paying much attention nor did she care) - gripped Tiffany's hip roughly. Tiffany's own hands quickly move to frame Nica's face, - whether to ground herself or prevent Nica from leaving, Tiffany isn't sure, - and gasps against Nica's mouth as Nica pulls her roughly into her lap.

It isn't a comfortable way to sit, as it is very cramped and Tiffany has to keep stopping herself from panicking mentally over whether she may be too heavy on top of Nica, but as Nica swallows Tiffany's gasps and uses that as an opportunity to slip her tongue into Tiffany's mouth, Tiffany feels all the worry leave her body as she melts against the younger woman.

Nica's kisses are bruising and far from gentle, she kisses like a woman starved and kissing Tiffany is the only way to sate that hunger. Tiffany isn't complaining, and gives as good as she gets, biting just shy of drawing blood and moves to fist her hands in Nica's curly hair, tugging her as close as possible, as if trying to get Nica to become one with her soul.

She had dreamed about this - admittedly in a different setting - more times than she could count, and still she was unprepared for how much she'd become addicted to it, to Nica. Tiffany knew now that choosing to come back into Nica's life as somebody else was the best decision, and she knew that nothing could keep them apart now, not even Chucky. She just wishes that Nica could know that it was Tiffany in her lap, Tiffany who had cooked her food and listened to her stories all these months, that Tiffany had changed for Nica.

It's ridiculous. Nica thinks, this woman is capable of murder, has murdered, hell, even framed Nica for her and her husband's crimes. And yet, something draws her to Tiffany, it was toxic and twisted, but there was a part of her that loved the woman, even despite all her crimes. She should kill Tiffany for everything she's done, right now while her guard is down, it had been her plan after all, ever since she figured out two months ago that this woman was really the murderess who kidnapped her, but now that the opportunity presented itself, Nica couldn't bring herself to do it.

Tiffany was capable of compassion, she had a conscience, she cared deeply for those she loved even if it was a tad obsessive, she may be impulsive and a bit of a sociopath, but she was human too. And before my brain fully caught up with her, Nica had pulled Tiffany down into her lap and was kissing her in a way she had never kissed anyone.

Tiffany was very receptive in her lap, Nica would become more harsh and Tiffany immediately moaned her approval and responded eagerly, leading to the younger woman quickly figuring out what Tiffany liked.

The pair separated for a much needed air break, neither knew how long had passed since Nica pulled Tiffany in, but both women's heads were spinning from lack of oxygen.

Nica kept her eyes closed, not sure if she'd back out of this, whatever it was, if she saw Tiffany, and truthfully she was much too bothered to deny herself what she wanted. And right now, what she wanted was Tiffany.

Tiffany on the other hand had her eyes open as she remained only a few inches away from Nica, her eyes hungrily taking in the image in front of her, as if she was about to wake up from a dream and Nica would be gone. Thoughts and worries getting stronger in her head, Tiffany shifted in Nica's lap, her hands combing gently through her hair, Tiffany dropped one hand to cup the back of Nica's neck, fingers playing with the hair at the base of her skull.

Nica's arm tightened around Tiffany's waist, and Tiffany couldn't hold back a low growl-like moan. Tiffany adjusted herself in Nica's lap again, gasping as Nica dug her nails into the fabric of Tiffany's dress.

"Nica, please, please love, please," Tiffany breathed out.

Nica held back her smirk, and moved to push Tiffany's hips down harder in her lap. "Nicaaaa," whinnied Tiffany as Nica refused to let her move. Nica smirked and opened her eyes as she leaned in closer to Tiffany, whose eyes had fallen shut.

"What? What do you want? Tell me."

Tiffany bit her bottom lip, eyes still shut as her face twitched, Nica watched it all, taking a keen interest in her small tells.

"I want you, please Nica, touch me, please." Tiffany whispered breathlessly.

Nica couldn't help but lick her lips as her mouth became dry with Tiffany's words, the older woman had her eyes shut and was breathing heavily. Nica was quickly debating her options, but the way that Tiffany spoke in a begging manner, that it was Tiffany who sat on her lap covered in small bruises and bites, Nica realized that she felt so powerful in this moment, and boy was she screwed because there was something addicting about it.

"Please." Tiffany whispered one last time, so quiet Nica almost didn't hear it. She could see that Tiffany was starting to doubt herself, and so she made a decision that she would probably curse herself for later. Moving her right hand, Nica lightly ran her fingers down Tiffany's side, causing the woman to shiver.

Leaning forward to the whisker in Tiffany's ear, Nica felt Tiffany twitch as her breath brushed against the shell of Tiffany's ear. "Well, since you asked so nicely."

Tiffany was starting to get excited, but Nica had to keep her guard up, and really, she should take advantage of this moment and just kill Tiffany, but her hands have other plans, as one moves to grip Tiffany's wrist, her thumb swiping the inside of it before her hand slowly drags upwards.

Their faces are close enough to touch, and each feels the others breath on their face as their eyes meet. Tiffany's mouth parts, her breathing slightly shaky and before she can say anything, Nica suddenly surges forward and crashes their mouths together in a bruising kiss.

She swallows Tiffany's gasp as Nica's hand on her arm brushes the strap of her dress off her shoulder, while Nica's other hand creeps around Tiffany's neck and grabs a fistful of hair and pulls.

Tiffany gasps as the kiss breaks and moans as her head is forced back, one of her own hands quickly moving to grab onto the back of Nica's neck, as if to ground herself as Nica lunges to attack Tiffany's neck with her mouth.

Nica really does attack Tiffany's neck, as she sucks and bites Tiffany's fair skin hard enough to bruise, not that Tiffany is complaining, quite the opposite actually. She is a mess in the younger woman's lap, her hand at the base of Nica's skull, her fingers gently running through the hair there as she closes her eyes. This continues on for several minutes, until Tiffany can't take it anymore and whimpers the younger woman's name, the hand not on Nica's neck moving up between them, towards her chest.

"Please Nica, please," Nica's name is a whisper on her lips, and Nica smirks into her neck.

"Please what, Tiffany? Show me what you want." Nica purrs into Tiffany's ear as she uses her grip on the woman's hair to force her to look her in the face. Tiffany with glazed eyes doesn't acknowledge that Nica used her real name, or maybe she just didn't catch that part, too wrapped up in herself to pay attention.

Immediately Tiffany's hand that had crept up between them moves to grab Nica's right hand, gently she slides it over a small tattoo on her breast, and Nica pushes her prosthetic hand to cover the older woman's own, and then she squeezes.

Tiffany's lips part with a gasp, her eyes boring into Nica's as Nica moves her hand gently over the tattoo, Tiffany's hand trapped between her own body and the smooth skin of Nica's prosthetic.

Nica tries to keep her head about her, tries once more to get herself to go back to her plan, but as Tiffany stares at her like she's the best thing she had ever laid eyes on, Nica feels the small part of her brain, the one that had been trying to hold onto reason, falter. She knew she should hate this woman, truly she did, and she wanted to, but she couldn't, and she makes a decision that seals her fate: she lets herself let it all go, just for this moment. Just once (for now), she would let the past be in the past, and she would let herself be in this moment with the murderess, let herself feel something other than loneliness or guilt, and as soon as that switch flipped in her brain, Nica stopped holding herself back.

She ceased all her previous actions, making Tiffany whine as Nica dropped her hands so she had use of them again. Tiffany was very confused, unsure if she had done something wrong and quickly felt panic and anger at herself for pushing too soon. But before she could speak, she fell forward against Nica's chest, catching herself with her hands on the back of Nica's chair: she quickly realized that Nica was wheeling them somewhere else in the house, and both excitement and slight fear choked her, preventing her from speaking.

Nica wheeled them quickly with the skill of someone who had years of upper arm strength through the kitchen into the hall, and then to a room at the end with its door open. It was slightly difficult with Tiffany's combined weight straining the chair, and Tiffany pressed against Nica, but Nica managed to make it to the room and proceeded to go right up to the foot of her bed.

Confused, but starting to realize what Nica was planning, Tiffany let Nica push her off her lap and then back onto the bed. "Lay down." Nica commanded and Tiffany felt a rush of excitement and quickly shuffled back on the bed until she hit Nica's pillows. She wanted to offer to help the younger woman, but refrained, instead watching open mouthed as Nica expertly lifted herself out of her chair and onto the bed.

Nica never once looked away from Tiffany as she pulled herself up to where Tiffany was laying by the pillows, and she couldn't help but feel like she was Nica's prey as Nica stared her down, holding herself back as Nica came to sit on Tiffany's hips. For a few moments, neither moved nor spoke, she desperately wanted Nica to touch her, or kiss her, or even hurt her, and she could tell that Nica was well aware of this, but she kept Tiffany trapped, frozen in place and completely at her mercy, while Nica remained calm above her, seemingly content to torment her.

"Nica -" Tiffany began, her voice shaky, only to be stopped by Nica who placed a finger to Tiffany's lips. "Shhhhh," Nica whispered, voice rough as she still stared deep into Tiffany's eyes. Tiffany immediately shut her mouth, watching in wonder as Nica gave her a small smile before moving to lift her shirt over her head. Tiffany felt her mouth go dry as more of Nica's skin was revealed to her, sure, she had seen it before, many times in fact, especially when Chucky controlled Nica's body, but this was the first time that it was Nica who was showing herself to her, unabashedly and with confidence.

When Nica tossed her shirt aside and looked back at Tiffany, she started to fidget under the woman's piercing gaze, and for a moment, Nica thought she could see green shining through the grown eyes of the woman below her. She wasn't sure why she was suddenly feeling self conscious (okay maybe she did know why, but still she would rather not remember those moments from her past right now, thank you very much), but all worries disappeared as Tiffany spoke.

"You're so beautiful." Tiffany said in awe, daring to move her hands to rest on Nica's waist, half expecting Nica to shove her away. But Nica didn't shy away from Tiffany's touch, and seemed to melt beneath it as her face turned scarlet, giving Tiffany a burst of confidence. She let one of her hands slowly move up over Nica's ribs and over the sides of her blue lace bra, with the goal being to cradle Nica's neck and pull her down for a kiss. Before she could do that however, Nica grabbed both of Tiffany's hands and raised them above her on the pillows, a grin lighting up her face in an almost manic way, making Tiffany's heart race faster.

"Not so fast Ms Valentine," Nica's eyes glittered dangerously, and Tiffany, who had been holding her breath under Nica's intense stare, felt herself freeze as her brain finally caught the name Nica used.

Suddenly, Tiffany's mind was abuzz with panic as she realized that not only had Nica used her real last name, but she had also called her by her first name more than once, and Tiffany had been too distracted by the comfortable weight of Nica's body on top of hers to notice.

Nica noticed the change in Tiffany's eyes, and her grip on Tiffany's hands tightened, feeling a sense of power and delight at the small glimmer of fear that flashed in Tiffany's eyes at the action.

"How did you figure it out?" Tiffany whispered.

Nica raised her eyebrows, as if amused that that's what Tiffany is asking in that moment. "You called me Sweetface. No one but you had ever said that."

"Nica-" Tiffany began but Nica cut her off. "Wanna hear a secret Tiffany?" Moving slowly, Tiffany shakily nodded, "s-sure."

Nica shifted on top of Tiffany, leaning down to whisper in Tiffany's ear, "I'm not gonna kill you."

Tiffany's lip trembled, "you're not?" Her question came out in a breathy whisper and a small glimmer of hope sparked in her eyes.

"No." Nica said, leaning back to look Tiffany in the face, "I think I'm gonna keep you right here."

Tiffany knew she should still feel fear, especially given everything she and Chucky had put Nica- through, but instead she felt a thrill at Nica's words, warmth spreading from her cheeks to her toes.

"Why?" The words slip past her lips before she can stop them.

Nica smiled. "Because, I Like You Better here than if you were dead." She used her other hand to gently brush Tiffany's cheek.

"I admit that at first, when I realized that it was you, I had it all planned out. I was gonna lure you here," Nica released Tiffany's hands and used the hand that had been holding them to pull herself prop herself up so she could hover over Tiffany's face. "I was gonna torture you, slowly, and just before you would lose consciousness, I would stop. This would repeat everyday for however long I wanted, making you wish death would finally free you from me." She continued conversationally.

Tiffany was flushed as she listened to Nica, a fire burning deep in the pit of her belly as Nica told her all the ways she would've tortured and killed her. Nica licked her lips and smirked as Tiffany's eyes followed the motion, not seeing the look of self satisfaction in Nica's eyes as she watched Tiffany lick her own lips subconsciously.

Settling herself fully on top of Tiffany, feeling the silky fabric of Tiffany's dress against her exposed stomach, Nica brushed her thumb over Tiffany's bottom lip as she continued speaking. "When you finally accepted that this was your life now, that's when I would finally kill you, in the most painful way I could think of." Tiffany's lips parted, her eyes burning into Nica's as she moved her head slightly so Nica's finger slipped into her mouth.

Nica felt the smirk fall from her lips as the heat that pooled inside her lit up like a live wire. Time seemed to slow as the two women stared at one another, and then sped into overdrive as Tiffany, who had not moved her hands from their position over her head despite Nica releasing her, grabbed onto Nica and in one swift movement flipped them as she crashed her lips against Nica's.

She swallowed Nica's gasp of surprise, using the opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth, hands moving to cradle Nica's face in a far more gentle way than the aggressive nature of their kiss. "Take this off." Nica growled as they separated briefly, her hands moving to tug at the bottom of Tiffany's dress. Tiffany was all too happy to do so, quickly pulling the offending fabric up her body before tossing it somewhere to the side as Nica recaptured her lips.

Despite all the horrors that surrounded their past together, Nica and Tiffany had a whole future ahead of them, admittedly most of it would be spent in Nica's apartment, but neither seemed to mind.

[barclaysangel]

If Junior was at Lochmoor with Nica AU

Well well well…another Junior AU. I know, I have a problem. But watching Nurse Ratched gave me the idea of 10 year old Junior being at Lochmoor with Nica. Does it make sense logically? Most likely not. Did I write it in less than two days? …definitely.

This AU just wasn’t leaving my mind at all so I had to write it and here it is! It’s a bit long but I’m quite proud of how it turned out. I’m not sure if this is gonna be an actual fic, most likely not, but maybe I’ll write a series of oneshots for this AU. I do have a few ideas so if you guys like this, including on how to bring Andy in and how Junior and Nica get out of Lochmoor, so please let me know if that’s something y’all are interested in! I thrive off comments, they fuel my motivation!

Thank you and enjoy :)

Word count: 3K

Tags: @nicascurls @fairchilds-glasses @high-functioning-fang1rl @streets-in-paradise @zelinksupporter

Junior got used to the hospital. 

It was often cold and many of the patients there were scary, but he knew how to keep quiet and sit alone in a corner, drawing whatever came to mind to keep himself occupied until the next round of medicine and shocks. 

He didn’t know if he deserved all of that, deserved to be the only child in a big and terrifying hospital. But those patients committed crimes and he, in a way, did too. 

It just felt like Junior’s life fell apart. Maybe it always was falling apart. His dad was strict with him, forcing him into doing cross-country, forcing him to eat less, always forcing and controlling him. But his mom was there, trying to keep him safe the most she could. 

Then she died. And he was so painfully alone. Junior wishes he could remember what happened during the time of her death to ending up at the hospital, but it was like a blur. He remembered just bits and pieces of everything. 

The funeral, everyone dressed in black. 

His bedroom, perfect and clean before being destroyed and broken from a fit of rage that he didn’t remember. 

His trophies from cross-country shattered. 

The biggest trophy with specks of blood. 

Blood on the back and side of his father’s head. 

The doctors say that Junior had “psychosis”. That he was experiencing “manic and depressive episodes” despite his very young age, the tragic death of his mother triggering those “episodes”. 

His father said that he was a dangerous “psychopath” who tried to kill him. 

Junior hardly knew what any of those words meant. To him, it just meant that he was crazy and a monster who could hurt anyone at any given moment, so he had to be sent away. 

Sent away to Lochmoor at barely ten years old. 

It was hard at first. He hated the way the “vitamins” made him feel, not to mention the shocks they would put in his head. It would leave marks on his temples and make him feel overall terrible. The nurses had to put Junior on his side after each shock session since he would vomit in his sleep, he apparently almost choked to death before when he threw up while lying flat on his back after the very first time he got shocked. 

Some days he wished he did die, then he wouldn’t need to keep being in such a scary place. 

Then other days, it wasn’t too bad. He could be left somewhat alone, drawing with some paper and crayons they would allow him to have. Junior was never the best at drawing, all the art skills belonged to his cousin, Jake. But the more he drew, almost every single day, the better he started getting at it. 

I guess Jake was right. Practice does make perfect. Junior thought to himself and then got sad to remember that he wasn’t going to be able to tell Jake that and deal with his cousin annoying him about how he was right. 

He hardly spoke to anyone there, mainly only a couple of his doctors. They wanted to know what made him “snap”. He told them what he remembered, how controlling his father was and how he was even afraid of him. 

But Junior could tell that they didn’t believe him. That his father was a good and smart man, that he would never do those things or that his “mania and depression” misinterpreted the things his father did. 

Maybe they were right. His brain was sick after all, maybe his father wasn’t as bad as he thought he was. 

Junior didn’t know anything and for the next three months, he kept to himself. He minded his own business, drew whenever he could, took his vitamins, but still cried and tried to run whenever it was time for the shock sessions. Not to mention how he cries himself to sleep every single night, wishing he was dead and buried beside his mom, staying with her instead forever and ever. 

But this was his life now. At least until the doctors finally tell him he’s better. But he doesn’t know when that will ever happen. So for now, he stays still. 

Then a new patient arrived, a woman with dark curly hair in a wheelchair. Junior recognized a new face easily, growing more and more observant the longer he stayed in Lochmoor. It wasn’t anything too new for him, even when she stared at him like she was confused as to why he would be there. 

He got that look a lot, because of his age. He still feels like he should get some kind of award for being the youngest patient at Lochmoor. 

But she would always smile and wave at him, even at times where she looked afraid or upset. For the first few days, Junior didn’t return the smiles or waves. He would keep drawing and try to ignore her stares. But something about her felt warm and kind, a feeling he had forgotten about after so long of not feeling it. 

Eventually, he would wave back at her. And then, after nearly two weeks, he did something else. Junior got up, walked toward the woman, sat down on the floor near her wheelchair, and continued his drawing. He did all of this silently, not knowing what to say since he was so used to just not talking. 

It didn’t take long for her to take the initiative. 

“Hi.” The woman said, her voice gentle and light, as if she was being cautious. 

Junior didn’t say anything for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Hi.” 

“What’s your name?” She asked him next. 

The entire time, he was keeping his eyes on his drawing, grabbing a black crayon. “Junior.” 

“Nice to meet you, Junior. I’m Nica.” 

Junior finally looked at her, the corners of his lips turning upwards, the most he could smile nowadays. “Nice to meet you too, Nica.”

The woman–Nica–smiled at him, that sweet and soft smile he had seen her send to him before. The more he looked at her, the more he noticed the scar on her forehead, angry and red, but healing. He didn’t say anything though, he went back to coloring and figured he would be doing it in silence. 

“How old are you?” Nica asked after a few seconds, making Junior think for a moment. 

It was getting harder for him to remember the days and the months, sometimes it felt like his brain was getting fuzzy and foggy. 

“Ten. Ten in September. That was…last year, I think. I’ll be eleven this year.” He finally responded, adjusting his position so he was sitting in a more criss cross position. 

“You’re a child…” She said, sounding shocked and almost confused. Or horrified? He couldn’t quite tell. 

Junior looked at her and merely shrugged his shoulders. “I know. But I can handle it.” He said simply and began coloring in his drawing, scrunching his eyebrows together in concentration. 

“Can I ask what you’re drawing?” Normally, he would be annoyed that someone kept interrupting him. But she spoke lightly to him, so it didn’t make him as upset as he would usually get. 

Maybe the treatments were actually working afterall. 

“My mom.” Junior said softly, finishing off coloring her black hair before putting the crayon down and grabbing the magenta crayon. 

“She looks pretty.” Nica said, noticing her peering down to look at the drawing. It wasn’t perfect, far from it. Again, he wasn’t an artist. But he tried to draw her the most, almost everyday, so he wouldn’t forget what she looked like. 

“Yeah…yeah, she was…” He replied, his voice sad as he stared at the picture. Junior took a deep breath, not wanting to start crying in front of someone. He tried to think of his father’s words instead. 

Don’t be such a pussy, you’re a man! Act like it! It seemed to work for the time being, clearing his throat and began using the magenta crayon to color in his mom’s dress. 

Junior figures that Nica was going to ask him next what happened to his mom, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t say a word. Maybe she already knows somehow, just by that small bit of reaction that he had. 

Whatever it was, he was grateful that she didn’t say anything. 

He was quiet still, his movement slowing down before looking up at Nica. “Do you…wanna draw too?” 

She looked a little surprised at his request before smiling again, nodding. “I would like that, thanks.” 

Junior nodded and passed her one of his other pieces of paper and other crayons that he had. They spent the next few minutes doing that, silently drawing by one another’s side. It was kind of strange to Junior but not enough to make him want to leave. For some reason, it was almost…nice. Nice and comforting and peaceful. 

It was almost like he had a friend he’s known his whole life. 

“Your drawing is really good.” Junior said after a moment, looking up to see the different types of flowers she drew. 

“Thank you, I’ve had years of practice.” Nica said with a smile as Junior began drawing a sun in the corner of his paper. 

He drew suns a lot since it feels like it’s been years since he got to feel the sun hitting his face. 

“Junior…can I ask you something?” She asked him hesitantly. 

“Mhm.” He mumbled simply, already suspecting what she was planning to ask him, the same as some of the other patients. 

“Why are you here? You don’t seem dangerous at all to need maximum security. You’re just a kid.” 

And because Junior expected the question, he answered as honestly as he would with the others. 

“Because I tried to kill my father.” 

The silence was loud enough to hear a pin drop. But since Nica wasn’t leaving him yet, Junior decided to continue. 

“That’s what they said I did. I don’t remember. Something about a ‘psychotic breakdown’. Whatever that means. I think it’s just a fancy way of saying I went crazy after mom died from cancer and tried to kill my father but he was able to stop me. I didn’t mean to try and kill him. I think I just wanted him to stop controlling me. I wanted to be free. But now I’m here for…I don’t know how long. It’s been some months now. I guess we’ll see.”

Now this is the part where Nica leaves. Where she’ll come up with some excuse and then never get next to him or talk to him ever again. Because who would trust a kid who tried to murder their own father? No one, that’s who. And she was going to be one of them. 

But almost a full minute had passed and Nica was still there. Maybe she was waiting for him to leave? That must be why, so Junior started gathering the rest of his crayons so he could get up and move away from her. 

“I don’t think you’re crazy.” Nica suddenly said, making him stop and pause, looking at her in confusion. 

“...what?” 

“You’re not crazy. You’re just a little boy who lost his mother. Took out his pain on his father. Did you get help after your mom died? Before you ended up here?” She asked him and Junior shook his head. “You should’ve gotten help. If your father cared, he would’ve done that. You don’t deserve to be here.” 

Yes I do. I’m a psychopath. He wanted to say but decided not to. 

He didn’t know why. Maybe deep down, he didn’t believe he was that crazy. That he was dangerous and wanted to hurt people. He didn’t know and would probably never find out anyway. 

“Why are you here then?” Junior decided to ask her this time. “You seem nice. I don’t know why you would end up being here.” 

Nica looked sad for a moment, looking away as she fidgeted with her sleeves before looking back at him. “They said that I killed my family. But I didn’t. It wasn’t me, I swear.”

Junior looked at her, trying to read her. She seemed to believe it, and seemed saddened by whatever happened to her family. She seemed to be convinced that she really didn’t do it. 

Or maybe Nica was crazy. But so was Junior, so he didn’t care either way. 

And if she decided to snap and kill him? Then he would just end up with his mother, something he’s been wanting anyway, so he didn’t care. 

“I believe you.” Junior said simply, putting down the rest of his crayons down and settling back into his original position. 

Nica looked a little surprised but almost relieved. “You do?”

He smiled just a tiny bit and nodded. “Uh huh. I do. You don’t seem mean enough to do something like that. So…do you pinkie promise that you didn’t do it?” He asked, holding up his pinkie to her. 

She smiled kindly at him, nodding before holding up her own pinkie and wrapping it around his. “I promise.” 

Junior started to relax, genuinely trusting her, but he was pulled out of his thoughts by one of the orderlies. “Wheeler. Come on, it’s time for your treatment.”

His eyes widened, knowing what the treatments actually meant. 

Shocks. 

It was time for him to get shocked. 

Junior whimpered quietly and started to slowly move away. “Please, please, I-I’ve been good! I’ve been good, I don’t wanna be shocked, please…” But the orderlies started to move closer so he put his cross-country skills to use. 

He sprung up and bolted. 

He knew it was futile but he had to try, screaming loudly when he felt one of the orderlies grab him before Junior was able to get out of the room, now scratching and biting at the orderly wherever he could. Through his screaming, he could vaguely hear Nica’s voice, telling them to stop and to not hurt him, but Junior knew how they were. They weren’t going to stop. Not until there was a needle in his arm and his body started to shut down. He tried to hold on, tried so hard, but he knew it was better to be asleep than awake when he was shocked. And his world went black. 

Unfortunately, just because he was asleep, doesn't mean he couldn’t feel anything. He felt each painful shock, making his entire body jolt, even sometimes waking him up midway only to be put back to sleep after he started screaming. 

Please, make it stop. Please, please, please, I can’t take this anymore. It hurts too much, I don’t want to keep feeling this! Just kill me! Kill me! Please, please, please, please, ple–

Junior doesn’t know when it stopped. He doesn’t remember much after that. He remembered throwing up when he was back in his bed before falling back asleep, his arms and legs still twitching and jolting. It felt like he was fading away, slipping in and out, in and out, in and…

Junior didn’t know what time it was, but it had to have been getting late. 

He needed to get up and go for a run. 

Try to see if he could run an extra mile. 

That would make his dad happy. 

Yes, he would be happy. 

And then maybe he could eat a little more for breakfast if his dad was happy. 

It’s a good idea. 

He just needed to get up right now. 

“Junior?”

What was that?

It was probably nothing, just his imagination again. 

“Junior, can you hear me?” 

Wait, there it was again. 

The voice was soft and warm, so warm…it sounded like mom’s…

“Come on, baby, I need you to wake up. You need to snap out of it, okay?”

Snap out of it? Snap out of what?

The voice did sound like mom’s but it was different. 

But still familiar. 

She sounded like…

“Junior? Honey?”

Junior woke up. 

He blinked a few times, realizing that he wasn’t in his room, back at his father’s house. There were gray walls all around him and a certain chill to it, something that always frightened him. He was at Lochmoor. He’s always been in Lochmoor. Sitting in the very corner of the main room, his knees pulled into his chest. 

How did he get there? 

Did they put him there or did he walk there on his own?

He couldn’t even remember. 

But he did recognize the woman’s voice, it was–

“Ni…ca…” Junior spoke slowly, struggling to find his voice, his words. 

Right. He got the shocks. He remembered now. That’s why his brain was fuzzy and in pain, his insides still twisting and churning. 

This was where he was now. 

“Oh, honey, what did they do to you…?” Nica murmured to herself, but he knew that she knew the answer. He realized that her hands were on his cheeks, gentle and light, looking at the side of his head. 

He had burn marks again, that much he knew. He had seen them before, the small burns and discoloration on his temples. They would go away in a few days, but he hated just knowing they were there. 

“Hurts…it hurts…” Junior managed to mumble out and one of Nica’s hands went through his hair, soothing back the dark strands so gently. 

“I know, baby, I know. Just take some deep breaths, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She told him softly and he started to tear up. 

Normally he could try to stop it, but he couldn’t now. He accepted defeat, accepted the pain he was in, but leaned forward and pressed his cheek against her knee while clinging onto her leg. 

Nica didn’t move him, continuing to stroke his hair in light and soothing notions, whispering to him but Junior didn’t know what she was saying. It didn’t matter though because despite the pain, he realized something. 

He wasn’t alone. 

For the first time in so long, he wasn’t alone. 

Junior finally had a friend and maybe he was going to be okay.

[cornerofhell]

ANGSTY/Heartwarming FIC INCOMING!

After a year, Nica is reunited with the rest of her kids.

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Nica was scared. There was no other way of putting it.

As she sat in her husband's car, her other children in the backseats, she couldn't stop thinking of her younger ones that waited at their grandparents' home, waiting to be reunited after a long, horrible year.

She'd missed birthdays, Halloween, Easter, Christmas, school recitals, club meetings. She'd been out of all of her kids' lives, trapped in a home with a serial killer who hasld some sick idea of love.

And now she was coming back, to see her younger ones again.

Andy, Glen, and Glenda had told her things, how the two of them would want to go put out missing fliers, how they still made her Christmas presents, how they would constantly ask if there was a shred of news about her- it broke her heart.

And now she was coming back different. Her arms and legs gone, her hair not having any of the curls it once had, new scars covering her body from Chucky's possession. Would they even recognize her-

A hand on her shoulder jolted her from her thoughts- it was Glen, who was seated behind her. "Mom! Oh sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

"No no, don't worry honey, I'm fine. Uh, what's up?" Nica looked back at the twins, who now seemed to be sharing a glance, until Glenda turned to her and answered. "Uh, are you okay? I mean, I know you're not OKAY, but are you, you know, "okay"? About... All this?"

The twins had grown up with their mother since they were pre-teens, and knew her facial expressions. At least that part hadn't changed about her.

Nica gave a nod. "Uh yeah, I'm doing okay. Just ready to see Mikey and Maggie, you know?"

Glenda gave a suspicious nod, before Glen put a hand on their mom's shoulder. "You're gonna do fine mom. They've missed you just as much as we have."

The twins had almost tackled Nica when they first saw her again, bawling and clinging to her like she might disappear again. Andy, even while injured, grabbed her and squeezed her tight, both of them crying in each other's arms.

Nica smiled a little bit. This thought was... Comforting. How much everyone had missed her. But.... Maggie was a pre-teen and Mikey was in elementary school. Would they react the same way?

Andy piped up from his driver side. "Like we said, babe, they do already know about your prosthetics. We wouldn't put that on them or you, just finding out out of nowhere." His hand gently touched Nica's leg to comfort her. She didn't feel it, but it was still nice to see her husband's love.

Nica sighed out, her prosthetic hook gently tapping Glen's hand out of thanks. "Thank you guys. I just... I know this is gonna be hard for them, and that's the last thing I want."

Then Nica looked out the windshield and realized- oh shit, they were already there.

Mike and Karen's one story house sat in a nice neighborhood, a garden up front and a decent sized backyard, and a nice garage and driveway to park into. Nica recognized Kyle's car parked in the driveway, and knew Mike and Karen's were in the garage.

It looked the same as she'd last been there...

The front porch with the ramp made just for her was still perfectly cared for, the grass nicely cut. It felt like home already.

The twins hopped out of the car and got out Nica's chair and Andy got out to help Nica herself into it.

At this point her heart was pounding, and she felt herself nervously shake as she looked to her husband. Andy pressed a kiss to her forehead to ease her worries "It's gonna be okay." He whispered. It should have comforted her, but she was still nervous as all hell.

The mother began to slowly roll out of the driveway, her twins and husband behind her as she made her way to the ramp- and then something banged from inside the house. Like a herd of elephants had just ran through the Norris' living room. A yell from what she recognized as Mike called for someone to be careful, and then-

The front door opened. And out ran her babies.

Both of them had gotten taller, Nica recognized that. Maggie still wore her precious beanie, though she has grown into it a bit more. Mikey's curls were disheveled, as if he had been brushing his hair the moment they'd arrived, but given up on it for this.

It was silent for a second of shock, just a second, enough for Nica to see the tears in Mikey's eyes before Maggie broke it with a scream of joy.

"MOM!!! MOMMY!!!!" And both kids rushed into her, hugging her and bursting into tears.

And with that, Nica broke. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she held her babies close, showering them with kisses and "I missed you"s and "I love you"s.

Soon within a minute Kyle, Mike, and Karen came out and joined them, giving Nica and the other family members hugs of joy over finally being reunited.

And as Nica felt the arms of everyone she loved around her, she knew she was home, and wondered what she'd been worrying about.

[fairchilds-glasses]

OMG AHHHH YES YES YES!!!!!

Breaking The Dollhouse - Chapter Five

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: What would have happened if Junior survived and was taken by Tiffany from the hospital? What would that mean for Junior and Nica over the next year?

Notes: I'm sorry, this ended up taking way longer than I expected, I had a fair few personal issues that set me back.

Tags: @barclaysangel @fairchilds-glasses @streets-in-paradise @high-functioning-fang1rl @thedreemer-artrequestsopen

Nica leaned back against the propped up pillows of the bubblegum pink bed, defeated but still watching the locked door the whole time. It’s not like it was the first time she couldn’t sleep in that place. She had lost count of the amount of nights she struggled to sleep during that first month with Tiffany, often only falling asleep after hours of sobbing about her, what she then believed to be, missing limbs. Even after that there were nights where experiences would merge in her mind, the locked doors of that room feeling entirely too similar to the locked doors of her rooms at Harrogate and Lochmoor. Nights, where the fear got so bad Nica didn’t dare close her eyes out of fear of the door opening to reveal Doctor Foley. 

But, somehow, this was worse. The dread and fear was unmeasurable. Junior hadn’t come to her room for the past two nights, ever since she told him the truth about his mother’s death, he was barely speaking during the day either. Simply enough for Tiffany to not grow suspicious or question anything and it was tearing Nica apart to not have a real chance to check in with him. It was clear that Junior wasn’t doing well, he looked exhausted, far more than just because of the heart episode. Nica doubts he has slept more than a couple of hours a night since then and she can remember the exhaustion that those episodes cause, she would often spend the next day in bed or lying on the couch when she was at home and Junior won’t even allow himself to lean back on the couch and won’t except any of Tiffany’s offers for snacks. She wants to help him so badly, but she can’t lose the feeling that Junior is like this because of her actions. What if he doesn’t want to talk to her again? She can’t leave him in this place! She has to find a way for him to trust her enough that she can get him out of this damn house and back to his friends and cousin.  

It was almost 3am now and she’s debating allowing herself to fall asleep for the night, Junior would have come in by now if he was going to. Besides, if he did she would wake up to the sound of him picking the lock anyway. 

‘Unless you don’t…’ the all too familiar voice suggested, ‘There’s gotta still be some of that drug in ya system. Ya definitely weren’t very aware when you were drugged in the booby hatch…’ 

Nica squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, as if she hoped blocking her vision would also block Chucky from being heard. But she knew that wasn’t the case. She just tried to focus on her breathing, slowly opening her eyes and counting her fingers one by one. Any task to keep her alert and help her remember what is real and what isn’t. 

She’s trapped in Tiffany Valentine’s house. Real, and bad. 

But it means she got out of Harrogate. Real, good. 

She isn’t crazy and she didn’t kill her family. Real, also good. 

Her entire family is dead. Real and awful. 

The man who murdered them is currently possessing her. Real and terrifying. 

She has Junior, she isn’t alone. Real. Thank the gods that’s real, and she is going to find a way for him to escape. 

If- No, when he talks to her again. 

Fuck it. He’s in the same damn house, she has to at least try and talk to him, be there for him, support him. 

With that, Nica quickly transferred herself over to her chair and made her way to the locked doors. There must be something in this damn room she can use to pick the lock. She turned to scan her environment for anything useful when there was a sudden noise coming from the other side of the door followed by the rattle of the handles. Nica was able to snap out of her panic induced trance and hurriedly return to her position on the bed before one of the doors tentatively opened and Nica sat up again.

Junior. 

Nica didn’t dare move any further, as if Junior was a scared kitten and would immediately change his mind and retreat back to where he emerged from. She simply gave him an encouraging smile.

Junior couldn’t handle it, he was so ready to be lectured, yelled at, told he was being childish but of course Nica wouldn’t do that. She’s already forgiven him. He simply lets out a small sob before practically launching himself into the woman’s arms.

“I’m sorry.” he choked out, “I’m so so sorry.” Nica immediately holds him tighter, quietly shushing him as she rubs his back. She had so much to tell him but she knew he needed a chance to let out everything he had been keeping in for the past few days first, for now she simply responds with, “You have nothing to apologise for Junbug. You did nothing wrong.”

It felt as if Junior was fighting to breathe, as if all the emotions and thoughts from the past days had burst through and were swiftly drowning him and the only thing keeping him afloat was Nica.

Once Junior’s breathing began to slow down, he dared to move back enough to be able to face Nica.

“But I did! I did do something wrong! I helped the person who killed my mom for fuck sake! He killed other people because of me!” 

“Oh, honey, no.” Nica immediately reached out to place a hand on his arm. “You can’t blame yourself for that. You were hurting and he manipulated you. That certainly doesn’t make you a bad person.” Junior still couldn’t look at her.

“Mom would be disappointed in me.” It was barely a whisper when he said it, Nica shakes her head slightly in response.

“I don't believe that…”

“Dad did.” Junior couldn’t stop his voice from breaking as he spoke, a few more tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Oh, Junior..” Nica immediately pulled him back into a hug, stroking his hair. “Is that why you didn’t come here for a few days?”

“I- I thought I deserved to  be alone.”

Nica's heart might as well have shattered as she heard that, in fact, she’s not entirely sure that it didn’t. Her poor boy truly believed he deserved to be isolated from everyone because he was manipulated when he was grieving. 

“Honey, no one deserves that and certainly not you.” She hesitated as Junior looked up at her, wearing a sceptical expression despite the tears still on his cheeks. “Okay. Mostly no one deserves that, but still not you. Never you.” Junior chuckled slightly as he wiped away the remaining tears with his sleeve. 

“It sounds stupid now, but I had kind of been expecting you to be mad at me for ignoring you.” 

It was Nica’s turn to chuckle then, “Not at all, Junior. Honestly, I thought you were mad at me, not that I would blame you. It was a horrible thing to tell you.”

“I’m really grateful you did though. It was such a painful thing to find out but… At least I know that mom didn’t want to die now.”

Nica gently places a hand over Junior’s cheek, guiding him to look at her, “I know I didn’t know your mom, but I've heard enough to know without a doubt that she loved you and would certainly have never chosen to leave you like that.”

“I- I had thought it was because of my dad cheating. I know it sounds bad, but even though I know that Tiffany was messing with my mind, I still think he cheated at some point. The way he would ignore mom-” He could feel himself getting mad and in an instant Nica’s hands were rubbing the top of his arms.

“Deep breaths, baby. Your body is most likely still recovering, it was a pretty intense episode you had and something tells me you haven’t been resting.”

Junior looked down sheepishly and directed all his attention to his breathing, “Not really,” he mumbled, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“And how much have you had to eat recently?”

“Not much”

Nica gave him a soft smile, “I thought that might be the case. There’s still snacks under the bed, help yourself, okay?”

The two prisoners spent the next hour catching up on any thoughts they hadn’t been able to share with each other over the past few days and they made their way through the remaining snacks. Nica herself only nibbled her food to make sure that Junior consumed far more, he needed it after all. Junior’s eyes had already begun to close by the time he had eaten his full, Nica was also struggling to stay awake. The worries that had been keeping her going the past few days had slowly evaporated the more time she spent with Junior again. 

“Come on,” she uttered softly as she moved the remaining snacks back under the bed, “We should both try and get some rest.” She immediately saw Junior’s eyes widen at the idea of being alone again, “You can stay here if you want, Junbug.”

“Yes please.” Junior was already covering himself with a blanket as he lay down and Nica soon followed his example before turning off the bedside lamp.

“Nica…” Junior whispered into the dark.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I just wanted to thank you.”

“For what?”

“Not being mad at me, telling me the truth- Just everything.”

“That’s what I'm here for, okay honey?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now let's get some sleep. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Nica.”

[naturesapphic]

Hello!! Sorry if I’m bothering, I just wanted to know if you wrote for Tiffany Valentine and Nica pierce (or if you’d be willing to have Nica say a few lines for a fanfic?) I wanna make a request I just wanna make sure! 💖

Yeah I do write for Tiffany! And sure! She can have a few lines because I don’t write for her-

[sawyerconfort]

Take My Breath Away | Chucky!Nica Pierce x Reader

Ok, I’m assuming that spooky season is already over, but since my obsession with Fiona Dourif and Chucky movies is growing faster this week, I thought it was a good idea to do an imagine with her (please guys write more of herrrrrr I’m in need!)

Idk if I’ll really post this one, to be sure. I have a lot of requests from you guys (promise they’re coming soon, just let me finish school work and then I’ll answer all of them)

And turns out it’s a smut. So... It’s on your choice. I’m not good at writing smuts, especially when it contains a lot of NSFW but I hope this is good. (MINORS PLEASE DNI I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S SAFE!)

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Send me an ask!

(FIONA DOURIF PLEASE MARRY ME I BEGGING YOU)

Prompt: Inside four walls, Nica and Chucky are completely different from each other... But turns out you ended up liking one more than the other.

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, murder, violence, swearing, dom!chucky!nica, sub!fem!reader (change pronoums if you feel free to do so), soft!dom!nica, sex.

* * *

You didn't mind being held hostage at Tiffany Valentine's house at all. In fact, you weren't afraid of her, not like everyone else was, let alone intimidated by the weird aura of the star who looked too much like Jennifer Tilly.

But your biggest motivation was definitely the woman beside her.

The two of you have felt an immediate connection since you met, ever since Tiffany slapped you handsomely on the head and brought you passed out to her house just for the fun of it.

As the days went by at Tiffany's, you were getting comfortable (as far as possible), and she and the brunette girl were treating you better than you could have imagined. Tiffany would always remind  - you knew with little effort - to bring you food in your room and leave you free to move around with the other locked hostages. And their visits were frequent (when you couldn't hear them having sex and had to force yourself to see the scenes).

Also, you ended up discovering some more information about the brunette girl, something that helped you from the start. In Tiffany's carelessness, she ended up waking up from a kind of coma and told you that she was Nica Pierce, and that she had a murder doll possessing her body transiting and dominating being hers for two weeks. When the sane man gave her a good smack on the head, Nica ended up switching bodies with the doll, Chucky, and her domineering personality revealed itself again.

But it all happened in a way you didn't plan for it to happen. You ended up liking kind and suffering Nica more than her Chucky personality. In fact, you realized you were falling in love with Nica, and you were terrified of what it would do to you.

It wouldn't be a good thing, you were sure.

Nica managed, after a while, to have almost complete control over her body and soul, and now she moved less between the two personalities, especially when she was around you. She pretty much only took on Chucky's soul around Tiffany, for the sake of appearances, and you helped her, always with the same bloodstained knife in your hand, when she came into the room looking for something too trivial.

It turned out that you were more involved than you should have been, and of course you let desire and feeling speak louder in those new days. Nica kissed you, Nica took care of you, and Nica fucked you so many times when Tiffany couldn't hear her that it was impossible not to fall in love even more. She was always very careful with you, making sure the Chucky personality didn't come out at the wrong times.

Then, when you were done, when you finally cum and snuggled into her arms, Nica would regain the puppet's soul and keep tricking Tiffany as much as she wanted, always telling you you'd keep the knife close.

It was a dangerous game, but you loved playing with that sort of thing.

* * *

“Oh Nica... please!” you whispered, holding back your urge to explode, but she smiled slightly as she carefully removed her fingers from your pussy and looked at you with those clear eyes and a crooked smile. “I'm coming! I'm coming!”

“Shhhh, love, you're going to wake up Tiff,” she whispered, chuckling in your ear as a tease — once in a while that happened — and you couldn't hold back any longer.

Nica sucked her fingers much more calmly and stood up, snuggling into your bare chest as she touched your cheeks lightly. Your breathing was uneven, but after hugging her, it always got better. The problem was that it was always short-lived when that happened.

"Tiff must be calling me," she said, looking up at the sky. It was morning, the two of you had slept cuddled in bed and didn't even realize that time had passed. You tried to pull her, but she resisted and smiled, coming to kiss you one last time. “I promise I'll be right back, babygirl, don't worry. Keep the knife close, please..."

You nodded, covering your naked body and looking at her, when Nica turned and rolled her eyes. “I always forget! (Y\NN), give me a nice slap on the head, let's go”, she asked, this time in a not-so-gentle voice. “It won't hurt, don't worry. Slap me on the head so I can go back to being Chucky!”

She came closer to you, and bringing your lips closer to her in a kiss, a peck, Nica watched as your closed hand hit her temple with a well-aimed punch. Chucky screamed and fell off the bed, apparently unharmed.

“Holy shit… how I hate all this shit… Hiya, hottie,” he whispered as he got up off the floor, brand new. He still had Nica's face, and that turned you on more than usual. “See ya in a minute!”

Saying that, Nica/Chucky closed the door in front of you and let you breathe, although you no longer remember how to do it.

* * *

It was already dark, you were sincerely waiting for her to come back, but Nica hadn't gone upstairs yet, and you were tired of waiting for that door to open. Alone, you stripped off your clothes and lay down on your bed, thanking heaven Tiffany had been too good to let you live.

Of course, you suspected that there was a hidden interest in that good deed, but at the same time, this was not the time to think about it.

The door opened and Nica walked in, being Chucky, practically half-naked in front of you. You were staggering in your bed and could barely see her properly.

"Look, if you're not the hottest hostage in this room...", he smirked. “I give every reason Nica likes you so much, you know? You're a hottie, I'd fuck with you if it were still me..."

You ran your hands over the bed and found the knife easily, even dizzy. Handing it over to her with a wide smile, you saw Nica change her expression and fall onto the bed, her legs still.

She lifted her head and smiled, being her again, and kissed you more tenderly.

“The thing I hate most in the world is having sex with Tiffany,” she grumbled, as she kissed you with all the desire inside her. “I mean, she's beautiful and she has an amazing body, but I'm not Chucky. I don't really like her, I just pretend I do..."

Nica moved closer to her ear, taking advantage. "She doesn't taste like you do... My favorite taste, definitely not."

And then, you took her lips in a kiss again. It was a needy kiss, mostly because of the delay, but it was getting slow and lukewarm because of your tiredness from having to wait for her. Nica noticed this and opened her mouth several times to apologize, but you never let go.

"We don't need to have sex today if you don't want to...", she smiled, worried about you. "I know you're tired, my love, you can sleep with me until I need to go back downstairs, okay?"

She hugged you and you helped her move her legs up to snuggle you closer this time. However, far from her knowledge, Nica's eyes turned distant and stared at the  Good Guy miniature doll on the dressing table. Her smile turned into a cruel, sneering smile. And her eyes sparkled the still eyes of the doll again.

The knife, you needed to find the knife now...

But apparently, with Nica/Chucky holding you, you couldn't find her anywhere. You felt like that was the end of you when you heard his laugh echoing in your ear in the sexiest way possible.

"Ah...sweet good smell of feminine perfume...", she whispered, as he did. Her hair and her body suddenly stood on end. “Guess Nica won't mind if I fuck you now, will she? Neither she, nor Tiff, that daughter of a...”

“That's not your body, Chucky!” you yelled. “Bring Nica back!”

“Where's your knife, babygirl? Hm?” she whispered, still like him, and gave another evil laugh. "Well, then we'll have to go on without her anyway, what a pity..."

Nica's lips, like Chucky, brushed against yours with enormous violence, and suddenly she was no longer the sweet dominatrix she used to lie beside her in bed every day. You didn't know the taste of her lips, you didn't know her kisses, but you were aware that her body would react in a less rational way than this.

Fatigue seized her deeply as Nica/Chucky threw herself on top of you and ruffled your hair, tugging at it with need as she kissed you. Nica/Chucky was ripping all of your clothes off and throwing them on the floor, just like he did with the few he/Nica wore afterwards.

But of course the best - or worst - part was yet to come.

And when he thrust his fingers inside your pussy again, your eyes dilated and glowed to an extreme level. You wanted to scream, you wanted to beg Nica to come back, but at the same time, you were so overwhelmed by that feeling of confusion that you didn't even care anymore.

“Tell me what you want, hottie,” Nica/Chucky whispered in your ear, acting less calmly. “Just fucking tell me.”

“I want…you,” you whispered, still confused and lost.

Nica/Chucky smiled and introduced her fingers again, not before taking the opportunity to kiss you, scratching your exposed back and kissing your neck leaving you with long marks.

“You don't want Nica back, do you?” he whispered, teasing again.

"No...", you confessed, caught off guard. "No, I do not want."

His laugh echoed in your ear and as he lessened the scratching, realizing you were coming, he smiled cruelly and at the same time divine, the eyes that were Nica's practically possessing your body without asking and without even entering it. .

“Fine, now come to me babygirl…be a good girl,” he whispered, and you didn't hesitate. "Let me taste you soon, let's go."

“With pleasure, m-mommy...”

The word simply slipped from your lips, and he laughed once more, letting you come, completely mad. Touching Nica/Chucky's naked body once more, you felt the knife stuck in her panties and pulled up as she hugged you and breathed in your scent.

Nica passed out for a few seconds and looked at you curiously.

“God…” you whispered, hoping she didn't find out.

"What was that? How long have I…”

"Don't worry, love, you've been gone for a few minutes..." You lifted your arm, breathing unevenly, to check your watch. “Almost an hour.”

Nica looked at you again. "Oh no, don't tell me he..."

"I think you should really be more careful when you take your feelings to your soul, Nica...", you smiled teasingly. "It was kind of weird, despite your voice and sexy face you have, having sex with him... like... fuck, he's a beast."

She widened her eyes. "Oh no. Don't tell me you liked it?"

You didn't know what to tell her, so you shrugged.

“Please, anything but this, fuck…” she whispered. “I can't bear to lose my girl to this doll trapped inside me. I fucking can’t bear."

“Am I your girl?”, you whispered too, in her ear.

And Nica kissed you, a remnant of Chucky's laugh escaping her lips right in your ear. “You will always be my girl, babygirl… Always. Even though I'm possessed by a perverted doll..."

You guys laughed together, ready for a second round. Only this time without the adrenaline rush of angry fingers and Chucky's laughter inside you. Unless of course, when it ended up turning into a kink between you.

Within four walls, maybe that would be worth it, if that would take your breath away.

[atrueclassic]

ANYWAY. Fiona and Jennifer had way too much chemistry for things to play out with their characters like it did. So I wrote this fic (a non-serial killer AU) where Tiffany decides her husband ain’t shit and has an affair with Nica. They’re still a fucking mess but it’s not Boxing Helena: Redux

[fairchilds-glasses]

Omg this was so fucking cute 🥹

Risking It - BarclayPierce ( Andy x Nica)

Warnings: Nica showing Andy how much she loves his body. No explicit smut, but it's Implied that he has a praise kink.

Summary: When it comes to clothes, Andy has allways been a comfort prioritizer, but constantly playing it safe also means never taking risks. A smirk from Nica while hearing the mere suggestion of encouraging him to try crop tops is enough for him to accept taking the challenge.

Notes: Since we have been talking about the fatphobia in the show, this is my small contribution for some positivity :)

Tags: @barclaysangel @series-thoughts

The idea would have never occured to him before, but it had a source of inspiration he couldn't ignore. Used to being teased about his dressing style by the kids, he finally asked the twins what was wrong with it and the ultimate verdict was lack of risks. That didn't worry him much, since he was a comfort prioritizer, but he still let them ramble some ideas describing their definition of risk. Nica was having fun observing the horror some of the suggestions caused him, at least untill one got her interest.

She was smirking when crop tops were mentioned and that didn't go unnoticed.

" You have to be kidding, nobody wants to see that. " He mocked himself while showing awareness to her. " It's not my thing, and it would look ridículous … Who do you think I am? Brad Pitt in Fight Club? Not with these. "

He pointed at the rolls on his stomach.

" And who told you abs are a requirement to wear one? " She sweetly teased him ríght away. " I do think it would look great on you. "

"Challenging your insecurities is good. It's clear you cling to the baggy shirts to distract from the tummy the same way dad does with the platforms and heels because he hates being short. " Glenda commented, then shared a complicit glance with Nica because she was the source of the rumour about Chucky they were reproducing. " Dressing a fat body shouldn't have to be about hidding it all the time, Andy. "

It was very kind of them, but he wasn't convinced.

" I get it, but i'm not going to get from zero to one hundred in one move."

" It would look cute! And I can help you find one that fits your style. " Glen encouraged him. " The important thing is that you try the risk and see how you feel about it."

" But it's always on you. " Nica concluded, cutting them off to point out an important detail. " Remember not to push yourself just because we think it can be fun. Chucky took many uncomfortable risks with my looks and i don't feel like being that fun anymore, so a safe wardrove is another thing we have in common. "

Andy smiled and approached to give her a peck on the lips.

" You look lovely in anything you choose to wear. " He praised her afterwards. " I'm pretty sure you are going to regret the curiosity. "

Nica was giving him a mischievously skeptical glance while replying.

" I don't think so, confidence is your best fit … very sexy of you. "

That comment was the final temptation convincing him of trying it. He didn't admit it then, but secretly started to consider it. Glen had shared him some adresses of online stores with trustable sizing and good stuff where Andy began eyeing untill finding one he could at least imagine himself trying. The too tíght and colorfull ones were too much, he also saw a few made of fishnet that he sincerely couldn't imagine anyone wearing comfortably besides, peraphs, an 80's rockstar. There were some more bassic ones, black or white, with pop culture or classic rock prints he felt more inclined towards. Between those he stumbled with the black one he ended up choosing pretty much for the print.

The first try on happened a day when the kids weren't arround. They were always good intentioned, but but sometimes they could be little shits messing with him just for the fun of it. Lexy s honesty could get cruel despite she wouldn't even realize it, the boys could find the image funny just for the sake of the shocking change causing impact and only the twins would be cheering. He was surely doing it out of curiosity, but the only opinion he wanted to know besides from his own was Nica's.

Risking it was worthy even if it was just for her reaction. She seemed so interested, that damn provokative smirk had said it all … What could he had possibly done, but indulge her? He did feel a bit strange at first, like showing too much skin from all the wrong places, but wasn't sure about shying away on the first impression. The main trait the crop top was designed to highlight was the belly, his self perceived most troubled area, so his girlfriend's curiosity was quite a mistery to him.

She stumbled with the sight entering to the bedroom while he was evaluating his feelings about it. She wasn't seeing it coming and the first glimpse clearly offered to her was from the back, the sides of his bare love handles and his clothed ass in pants that weren't loose enough to hide his shape. Her lips parted as her eyes silently roamed his image.

It was completely unusual and exciting. Nica knew that Andy wasn't the kind of guy going cassualy shirtless while washing the car. She would normally only get to see something like that during intimate times or accidentally walking in when he had just showered. He had her used to feeling like an eighteenth century man looking at bare ankles with the accidental lift of a long skirt if his shirts would have a few open buttons exposing a bit of neck.

He was a gift for her eyes, yet her ears couldn't believe what he had to say about it.

" I think this isn't working. " Was his awkward verdict. " You can tell Glen and Glenda that I tried, but it doesn't feel good. I'm just too fat for it. "

Feeling so teased while he was venting his genuine insecurities was frustrating for her. If he could turn back and see how she was already drooling, maybe he wouldn't be overthinking.

" … Come here, big boy. " She seductively purred. " Let me see the front. "

Andy followed her hesitantly, but clearly affected by her sensual teasing tone.

Her first observation was a more neutral one, but it kept implying enjoyment of some sort.

" Back to the Future? Damn, you are such a nerd " She pointed at the print " … I love it tho, when you get nerdy. "

He smiled, but breaking eye contact to look down because the praise started to make him shy. He was weak for praising and he could vaguely tell it was just starting.

" So … What do you think? "

Nica was grabbing the arms of her wheelchair tíghtly, her eyes have never abandoned him and she didn't notice she was biting her bottom lip.

If they would be on a classic cartoon, she would be barking and howling.

" Fine, too fine. " Was all she could artículate. " Hot, so freaking hot. Thank you for your service, sir. "

He chuckled, wondering what was so sexy of seeing most of his flabby belly out.

" Is it just for the confidence or are you really into it? I can change real quick … "

" Don't!!" She cutted him off, urgence making her wheel closer. " It looks perfect … I swear, Andy, shut down those self deprecating thoughts because i can't think ríght … I'm not myself when you are in front of me in all your thick glory. "

Any rational seeming doubt jumped out from his mind to those words.

" Carefull, baby love. " He pleaded softly. " You know what this does to me and you are going to get us in trouble if the kids show up. Are you risking it? "

She was desperate for it, all over him as soon as the teasing question gave her the consent call. Her hands were grabbing his hips as her lips avidly searched for the spot of belly skin that was more accesible to her from that position in order to start planting kisses.

It was clear that the new item would not last much on despite how much she loved it.

[andybarclayxnicapierce]

Here is great place to find some of best story with this pair . I just wish other people would write on the pair. but so far a have find any that do . 

[cornerofhell]

A small BarclayPierce writing based on @streets-in-paradise 's prompt

"-And then he locked me in the padded cell. The cops didn't think I did any of the murders so they let me out..."

Nica and Andy sat on the porch of the cabin in the woods, sharing stories as they watched the sun set in the cool October air. Nica had just gotten off the phone with Gigi, Tiffany was gonna die hopefully painfully, it just seemed like things were getting better... By telling sad stories.

As Andy finished up the tale of when he'd seen Nica possessed, he stared out into the wilderness, the orange leaves blowing by with a fierce wind. He originally was trying to avoid telling said story, but Nica had pressed him for it.

Nica sat in silence for a second, taking a drag from her cigarette before setting it down with her prosthetic. "You didn't hesitate?"

"For a second as he talked to me, I did. I didn't even know you were alive, throughout the years when he hunted me down I never really had an idea of what happened to the other person. I thought he was just fucking with me because it was well...."

"Just my body?" Nica finished the sentence with a dry chuckle, looking over at the man in the lawn chair.

Andy nodded, taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand. "I guess I assumed you were already dead and he would just ruin your life more." "Yeahhh." Nica nodded, looking back out to the afternoon air.

The silence spoke for itself. They both knew how much Nica had been screwed over by Chucky and Tiffany both, it didn't have to be re-explained.

The quiet seemed to go on for hours until Andy finally spoke. "I'm sorry."

Nica looked confused before realizing and automatically opened her mouth "Andy, no, it's okay-"

"No! I was there to save you- I thought I could save you, and I failed. For a long time, years. Your trial, your possession, everything with Tiffany, you needed someone. Someone who knew... And I wasn't there... I... I'm sorry."

The woman listened to every word of the man's apology, a sad look upon her features. But she understood... The guilt of who you didn't save us always there. Gently as she could, she rested one of her hooks atop Andy's hand. The bearded man looked up at his roommate, his remorse spread all over his features. He hadn't expressed emotions a lot due to holding it all in, but this time it was coming out a bit.

"Hey... This isn't your fault. None of it is. You shouldn't even be going through this bullshit in the first place, neither of us should. And you tried anyway. That's helping enough. To know someone was willing to take down that son of a bitch and crazy bitch to help people is victory in my eyes." Nica pointed at him with her other hook, "And even then... Andy look around. You did save me. This is the happiest I've been in a while. You haven't failed a damn thing yet."

Andy blinked a little in surprise at the speech he was given. The guilt was still there, as it always would be, but the words had a small comfort to them. Nica was happy here? She felt... Safe? Was that.... All he could do now? Make her feel safe?

"... I'm uh, still pretty sorry, but I'm glad you... I'm glad you're happy."

Nica nodded and smiled a little bit, leaning back against her own lawn chair, removing her prosthetic from Andy's hand to give him space. Andy too leaned back as they watched the last of the sun's rays disappear. The quiet was back.

"Yeah... Though... I would be happier if you learned how to cook." Nica gave a small tease, a sly smirk on her features, referencing their dinner of fruit loops.

The Barclay gave a snort of a laugh in reply to the tone change, using his beer to point in her direction. "Sorry I didn't learn like Gordon Ramsay in military school."

The Pierce let out a laugh- the first in a while, picking up her cigarette. "Maybe it's my time now to save you, then."

"Maybe."

[streets-in-paradise]

Hi Lu!! How about E and J for the fanfic writer asks?

Hi, Chel!!! Thanks for sending some in!

E - What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

This is a complex question given the introspective sight it requires.

Personally, I think I tend to identificate with over burdened eldest brothers ( Boromir from lotr, Hector of Troy) or tragical sisters/daughters/ women in daughter - like positions to a male character ( like Eowyn from lotr )

Even since I was a kid I had a weird attachement to both Iphigenia and Cassandra from greek mythology. Across my fics in various fandoms I have sprinkled referenced metaphores to those two mythological figures in situations that justified it.

For example, in one Chucky fic I wrote working on the " teacher foreshadows through a lit class" slasher horror cliché, I developed a connection between Nica Pierce and Cassandra. Also, my longest fic to date is a still on going Troy (2004) canon character x reader prequel fic where the reader started originally inspired on Iphigenia before the fic grew too long in my mind and I developed her more properly.

When it's time to get very self indulgent or when it's all about comfort, for some reason I love to read or write the little sister with two protective bros dynamic. ( you already know this lol)

J - What’s your favorite fanfic trope? Have you written it?

I have a lot, but I will reference the ones i remember to have written about more frequently:

Friends to lovers

Child of a villian in love with a hero

Found Family, that can ( sometimes, but not always) be combined with Accidental Child Adquisition ( gotta stop giving children to Andy Barclay lol)

Chaotic siblings

Arranged marriage ( in historical or fantasy settlings, and I have a small list of characters i prefer for it)

Only one bed ( even tho not in a smut way, i overuse this one in Troy fics given the greeks live in tents. Same with bath scenes when character b assists character a and the scene exposes aspects of their relationship or growing feelings)

Anything involving a character singing to their loved ones, either in contexts that are romantical or platonical.

I know I have many more, but those are the ones i remember now.

Thank you so much again for asking!

[fairchilds-glasses]

THIS IS AMAZING

Definitely one of the best Christmas gifts ever!!!

Piercings (Breaking the Dollhouse AU)

SURPRISE! Consider this my Christmas gift to you all, a oneshot of the triplets (Junior, Glenda, and Glen) in the Breaking the Dollhouse AU! To this day, this is one of my favorite AUs and it’s genuinely shocking to me that I’ve never written for it before. Eloise is the one writing the fic with both of our ideas so darling, you’re free to use this in much later chapters of your fic because here we have Glenda giving Junior ear piercings AND a belly button piercing! It was a random idea that I wrote out in about two days, not too long, but I think it came out nicely for a oneshot or drabble. I hope y’all like this, please leave comments because comments fuel my motivation!

Thank you for reading, enjoy, and Merry Christmas :)

Word count: 1.8K

Tags: @nicascurls @fairchilds-glasses @high-functioning-fang1rl @streets-in-paradise

When Glenda pierced Junior’s ears, he was on the bathroom floor of the hotel, the top of his head pressed against the wall, holding a roll of toilet paper as emotional support. 

It was an impulsive decision. 

Junior had begun looking at Glenda’s piercings, on her ears and their nose, asking them questions about them. 

Did they hurt?

How long did it take until they healed? 

Until he finally said, “I want to get my ears pierced.”

Glenda didn’t hesitate to jump at the opportunity. 

It wasn’t like they could go to a shop to get the piercing done. Junior was still a missing person and frankly, neither he nor Glenda wanted to leave Nica alone in the hotel while she was going through her withdrawals. 

They had to stay right where they were at. 

“Are you sure this is sanitary?” Junior asked from his position on the bathroom floor, almost suspiciously eying the needle in Glenda’s hand while they held a lighter to it to disinfect the needle. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve done my own piercings before, and my friends’ piercings. I know what I’m doing.” Glenda said confidently as they put their lighter down. 

Junior swallowed nervously, feeling around the bathroom floor, even touching the bottom of the toilet to grip onto something, anything. 

“The hell are you doing, J?”

“I need to hold onto something, I don’t like the idea of getting pricked through my earlobe.” 

Glenda raised a ginger eyebrow at him. “You’ve literally been stabbed through your chest before. By my dad, nonetheless.” 

“Still!” Junior argued still, huffing under his breath. 

They sighed loudly, ripping out the nearest roll of toilet paper and tossed it on his chest. “There. I swear, sometimes, you act like Glen.” 

It was Junior’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not.”

“Take it as you will,” Glenda replied with a shrug of their shoulders before holding up the needle, “you ready?”

Junior took a deep breath, picking up the toilet roll and gripping it in both of his hands, before nodding. “Yeah…yeah, okay, I’m ready.” 

“Okay, good, now hold still.” Glenda told him, holding the needle close to the spot they marked on his earlobe to estimate where to put the needle in. 

Junior squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing thickly. “Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods…”

“Dude, I haven’t even touched you yet, relax.”

“I’m trying, Glenda!” He snapped back, keeping his eyes shut and taking another deep breath. 

“Try harder. I’m going to do a countdown right before I do it, okay?” Glenda told them, making sure the earring that they bought for Junior was next to them. 

“Okay, okay, okay…” He mumbled before beginning to sing very quietly under his breath, “See the people walking down the street, fall in line just watching all their feet, they don't know where they want to go, but they're walking in ti–AHH!” 

“Shhh! You’re gonna wake up Nica, she just fell asleep!” Glenda hissed at him. 

It took Junior a solid three seconds before realizing that the sudden sharp pain he had felt was because of a needle through his ear. “What the fuck…? What happened to the countdown?!” 

“I lied,” They responded in a casual tone as they pulled the needle out and quickly put the earring in, “You were distracting yourself enough, I figured that you didn’t need it.” 

“A countdown would have still been helpful, Glenda!” Junior argued, still in disbelief. “Come on, I have never gotten a piercing before and the idea of a needle going through my earlobe is absolutely terrifying, so a countdown wouldn’t kill anyo–OWW!” 

“I’m gonna have to duct tape your mouth shut if you keep screaming like a banshee, Junior.” Glenda said exhaustingly, taking out the needle from his other earlobe and putting in the second earring. 

Junior took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes up at them. “You’re the worst.” 

Glenda merely grinned at him. “I am. But your piercings look good.” They said, pulling their phone out and turning the camera on so he could look. 

Junior wanted to argue but he couldn’t. His ears were bright red and there was some blood, but nothing too concerning. And the sparkling crystal jewel stood out nicely against his inflamed earlobe. 

“Wow…it’s pretty.” He admitted. 

“Told ya. I know what I’m doing,” They said before waving their hand around, “sooo what do you say…?”

Junior sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Glenda.”

“You’re very welcome, Junior.” Glenda told him just as she began smirking, “but dude…were you singing ‘We Got The Beat’?”

“...no…”

When Glenda pierced Junior’s belly button, he was on the floor of his new bedroom in the cabin, his head on Glen’s lap, holding both of their hands for emotional support. 

It was yet another impulsive decision. 

Nica hadn’t been very amused when she found out that Glenda pierced Junior’s ears on the hotel floor. She would have much rather they had gone to a professional to minimize the risk of infection. But she did find the earrings to look nice, so at least there was no judgment there. 

Junior adored his ear piercings, he could switch them out and wear different earrings whenever he’d like. He even had different sets of earrings from his mother that he was able to recover and would wear those nearly every day. 

It felt like a part of her was still with him. 

But now the ear piercings didn’t feel like enough. He was fascinated with other piercings, tattoos as well. Although the latter would be until Junior was a little bit older, he and the twins agreed to get matching tattoos the day after his eighteenth birthday. 

After some consideration over his feelings and why he thought getting piercings would be a big fuck you to his sorry excuse of a father, he finally said something. 

“Are belly button piercings cool?” 

“Fuck yeah. They’re rad.” Glenda replied without hesitation while scrolling through their phone. 

“And super pretty too.” Glen threw in, their legs sprawled on Junior’s lap with their back pressed firmly against the wall. 

Junior nodded, his back also against the wall, his hand instinctively touching one of his earrings as he stayed quiet for a moment before asking his next question. “Do you both think I’d look okay if I had a belly button piercing?” 

Glen immediately looked at him with a big smile. “You could totally pull off a belly button piercing, Jun. You should do it.” 

“I think he does want one,” Glenda added in, looking at Junior with an eyebrow raised, “right?”

Junior thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I do. We could look into what shop does belly button piercings.”

“Or…” Glenda’s voice trailed off, smirking wordlessly. 

He slowly began shaking his head. “No. Nope. Absolutely not. Not again.” 

But then just a couple hours later, after they went and bought the materials they needed, Junior was in a much similar position as he was in the hotel room. Except it was on his bed, in a cabin that Andy owned and graciously allowed for them all to live there for as long as they pleased. There was music playing loudly from his stereo too, to distract from any noise that could suggest any shenanigans they shouldn’t be getting themselves into. And most importantly, Glen was there now, a proper addition to their little group. 

“I’m not sure if this is a good idea.” Junior said, his shirt rolled up to his chest with his head on Glen’s lap and just like the first time, eyed the needle in Glenda’s hand. 

“You were worried before and look! Your ear piercings came out just fine, no infection, and it looks super bitchin’!” Glenda told him, getting the clamp and pinching the skin of his naval. 

“Wanna hold my hands?” Glen asked him as they held their hands out to Junior, making him grip onto their hands quickly. 

Junior would say that at least, Glen’s soft hands were much better than the roll of thin toilet paper. 

“Maybe-maybe we should talk this through…” Junior tried to say. 

“Dude, we already did. Just breathe and hold still.” Glenda, as always, was giving him the kick in the ass that he needed while gently pulling his skin up, needle still in hand. 

Even Glen decided to chime in. “I mean, you did this before and it was in a hotel. It’s a lot better.” 

“Okay, I know, but that was different!” Junior insisted with a whine in his voice. “Those were my ears but this is my belly button! And I actually have a cute belly button, trust me, I’ve seen some ugly belly buttons in my lifetime!”

Glen raised an eyebrow and peered down at Junior, their long red hair almost tickling his cheeks. “You’re only fifteen. You’re younger than us.”

“It’s still a lifetime, Glenny!” Junior huffed loudly. “Fine, fine, let’s just get this over with. But Glenda, give me a countdown this time plea—WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Oops, didn’t catch that.” Glenda said with a false innocent smile, shrugging their shoulders. 

“You bitch! Why do you keep doing that?!” Junior exclaimed, trying to lift his head to see if the needle actually was through his belly button but even with Glen holding his hands, they managed to keep him down so he wouldn’t move. 

“Watch it, I’m the one with a sharp object.” Glenda reminded him, placing the belly button ring inside as the needle fell out. 

Junior didn’t say anything for a moment, just letting out a long sigh. “Next time, I’m going to a professional. At least I can rely on a countdown there.” 

“Damn, I was really hoping to do a stick and poke tattoo on you next time.” Glenda said in a sarcastic tone.

“I’ll die before I let you do that.” Junior replied without hesitating before slowly sitting up after letting go of Glen’s hands. 

“Jun, it looks so cute!” Glen nearly squealed with a big grin on their pale face, looking at the sparkling piercing that resembled the very first pair of earrings Junior ever got. 

It really was cute and something about it just boosted his confidence. Junior went to touch it but Glenda quickly slapped his hand. “Don’t touch it now! You’re gonna make it get infected!” 

“Okay, okay, fine! Good gods…” Junior rolled his eyes before looking at both of the twins and then smirking, “we should all get belly button piercings!”

Glenda quickly smirked in return and nodded. “Fuckin’ aye, let’s do it!” 

Glen, however, began shaking their head, big blue eyes wide. “Oh no no no no no! No way!” 

They all began pushing each other, laughing hysterically, further cementing their place as triplets with the mischief they were getting into, even swearing to not tell Nica about the belly button piercing until the time was right. 

Nica, of course, would find out eventually anyway but that was a worry for another day. 

[barclaysangel]

"Smells Like Teen Spirit"; Chapter 12: Oh Well, Whatever, Never Mind

Here's the new chapter!

This feels kind of lackluster tbh, it took a while to write this. I almost wanted to skip a Sunday and update later, but I forced myself to go through with this 3.5K chapter.

My creative juices are starting to slow down and run out, but I'm forcing myself to keep going. So I hope you guys liked this chapter :)

It took a while before the conversation fully started.

Everyone sat down at the table with a plate of cookies that Tiffany made. The human teenagers didn’t want to even touch them, but gave in when Junior was on his second cookie and didn’t die from being poisoned.

But they were still on edge, he could tell. Especially Lexy, sitting on her lap like he had done quite often before, and her arms were around him so tightly as if she was expecting Tiffany to rip him away from her.

He knew how protective they were of him and how scared they were of Tiffany, but good god, it was a little much.

The doll did understand their reservations but hoped they would work through it soon. He also understood how Jake was still upset with him for the whole elbowing his knee thing, scowling at him and rubbing his kneecap that would probably be bruised for a few days.

Well, now his cousin knew that he wasn’t kidding about harming his kneecaps. Maybe he’ll take the doll more seriously now.

At least Nica seemed to notice how nervous the trio seemed. Trying to make small talk with them to get them to relax while Tiffany was giving out cookies. It was nice seeing her like this without being so fearful, and to try and help the others out.

Like Devon, Nica was also one of the very few voices of reason between all of them.

There really needed to be more. The rest were just chaotic or flat out insane.

“Okay, Tiff, you wanna explain why you’re filming a movie with my doppelgänger?” Junior asked with a painted eyebrow raised, still chewing on his third cookie.

“I’ll be completely honest, both of us being casted in the same movie was entirely coincidental,” Tiffany started, “I mean, it was a few months ago when we were casted. Quite a while before I even met you.”

Junior nodded, shrugging since that did make sense. “Alright, good point.” He agreed.

“But, I do believe in fate. Which is what I think this is.” Tiffany said and placed her hands together.

The doll turned his head upward to look at Lexy. “Hey, Lex, that’s close to what you said when we found out that I have a twin that isn’t related to me!”

It was pretty close to what Lexy told him not even an hour ago, but his ex-girlfriend just rolled her eyes. Maybe she didn’t want to acknowledge that she and Tiffany might have some similarities.

Besides the blonde hair and the obvious overprotective nature they harbored for the newly brunette Good Guy doll.

“Now, meeting you was certainly a shocker, Jun-Jun,” Tiffany continued, “and after you…took a slumber and sent your soul over to a doll, I did manage to pull a few strings to make sure that the filming would take place right here in Hackensack.”

“So…you knew the whole time that I had a doppelgänger? Like…since we met. And you didn’t think to tell me? Especially after I possessed a doll?” Junior questioned her, rubbing his forehead with one hand because the migraines were starting to come back with a vengeance.

Tiffany paused for a moment before shrugging. “It didn’t seem like a very good time to tell you. You were very mopey and quiet and would lock yourself in the bathroom to cry for hours. You’d probably live there if I didn’t force you out every now and then.”

It was Junior’s turn to pause, not even needing to look because he could feel his friends staring at him with wide eyes in concern, and he sighed loudly. “I was also in the bathroom to rethink all of my life decisions. Not just to cry.” He tried to counter back to her.

She waved a hand almost dismissively. “Well, you weren’t emotionally stable enough to handle that there was someone out there looking exactly like you did when you were alive. How would you have felt if I told you that just after you became a doll, sweetface?”

Once again, she made a another pretty good point. “I…really don’t know how I would’ve reacted to that news. But it certainly wouldn’t have been a very stable reaction. So yeah, that’s fair, continue.”

“Thank you. So once I made the arrangements for filming to be here, I thought to myself ‘how would I be able to bring my Jun-Jun to Teo?’ Well, that’s where you four come in!” Tiffany said, holding her hands out toward Junior and his best friends.

Jake blinked in surprise. “Wait…us?”

She nodded, almost excitedly. “Well, particularly Devon,” the blonde woman pointed at him, “I quite like your podcast, Devon. If you don’t mind me making a recommendation, but you should make an episode about Tiffany Valentine. I heard that she’s a much better killer than Charles Lee Ray.” Her grin almost resembled a shark’s.

Devon audibly gulped and seemed to sink further into his chair, as if he would be able to disappear.

Even Lexy and Jake grew more nervous, he could see his cousin’s hands shaking and Lexy’s grip on him tightened to the point where the doll was almost struggling to breathe.

“Tiff, stop trying to scare them.” Junior told her with an amused smile, knowing that she was just trying to test the waters on how much they feared her. Hell, he certainly wasn’t afraid of her anymore.

Okay, maybe just a little bit.

She was unpredictable, so he never exactly knew what she would do next.

“Oh, fine, fine!” Tiffany giggled and rolled her eyes, but obliged. “But it’s a true crime movie. And I know that Devon here loves true crime. So what better way would it be than to have him interview a few celebrities, or rather just Teo, to boost his followers for his podcast?”

They were all quiet for a moment, all eyes on Tiffany as they processed the information. It was interesting, surely. Maybe unorthodox…but it could work.

“That’s…not a bad idea.” Devon finally said after a moment, hesitantly like he was trying not to activate a bomb.

Just like the bomb that went off in Charles Lee Ray’s old house.

Her kid, Glenda, made it apparently. How she and Chucky ended up having kids, Junior didn’t know and absolutely didn’t want to know. But the bomb was impressive, he’d give them that.

“Of course it’s not a bad idea, it was my idea,” she said in a joking tone how humble of her, “and I could bring you all onto the set, so you could see just how much Teo and Junior looked alike. I could introduce you as all big fans of Jennifer Tilly!”

They were quiet for a moment before Jake quietly spoke up. “That could work. It’d be a good way to get us in.”

Lexy nodded in agreement. “Filming starts in two days, and Junior can have a new body by then.”

In all honesty, Junior wasn’t entirely sure what to feel. He should be excited, enthusiastic, something. But he felt almost…odd. He didn’t quite know why.

Maybe it was because Nica, who had been silent this entire time while Tiffany was going over the plan, had a barely concealed frown on her face and her eyes never left the doll.

He could tell that she didn’t agree with this. It wasn’t surprising, not in the slightest. She had been possessed before against her will for god knows how long. Nica knew what that was like.

But Junior still tried not to look at her, fearing that his opinion on this situation might change even more.

He didn’t need anymore doubts in his head, nothing more to cloud his judgement.

“So, whadaya see, Junbug? You wanna do this?” Tiffany asked him with a big grin, expecting him to say yes.

For a moment, Junior paused. He should say yes. Should spring up at the opportunity of a lifetime, to have a new body that was oh so similar to his previous one.

But instead he paused, not knowing how exactly to feel because there were too many emotions flowing through him. Too many thoughts and the right words weren’t leaving his mouth.

Apparently that hesitance was all Nica needed.

“I need to get the rest of the cookies out of the oven,” Nica said suddenly and looked right at the doll, “Junior, you want to help me?”

He knew what was going on. There was no way for a fucking doll to help get cookies out of the oven. She wanted to talk to him about the plan and he knew he couldn’t avoid this forever.

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Junior said and immediately his friends looked at me with panic in their eyes, obviously not wanting to be left alone with Tiffany. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry. We’ll be over in the next room. Just scream very loudly if you need me.” He told them but Lexy’s grip tightened around him. “Lexy, honey, I have actual organs now…you’re squeezing them pretty tightly.”

“Sorry…” Lexy whispered but let him go, ignoring how his cousin and best friend stared at him curiously for calling her “honey” and just jumped down to the ground from her lap.

But they still looked greatly concerned, even side eyeing Tiffany, until Nica spoke up. “Don’t worry, Tiff’s nice. You’re in good hands.” She reassured them in a soft voice, her words making Tiffany practically beam.

God, that was so romantic yet so disgusting at the same time.

Nica wheeled herself into the kitchen, Junior following close behind her and he could hear Tiffany ask Jake, “so, how long have you and Devon been together?”

The doll was quiet, waiting until they were in the kitchen and shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark blue coat. “Sooooo…what’s up with you and Tiff?” He asked her with an eyebrow raised.

“What’s up with you and Lexy?” Nica retorted quickly, making Junior pause.

“Touché.” He ended up responding simply and dropping the subject, watching her open the oven and carefully got the tray of cookies out. “You don’t need my help with that, do you?”

“Of course not, I needed to talk to you.” She put them down on the kitchen counter and turned her wheelchair to face him fully. “Is this something you seriously want to do?”

Junior shifted from one foot to the other. “Well…I don’t want to be a doll forever. Besides, we’ve been talking about getting me a human body anyway. This whole Teo thing was just a coincidence. Or fate. Either way, good for me.” He chuckled quietly under his breath.

Nica, however, didn’t laugh. “Do you know what it means? To possess someone?”

The doll swallowed thickly, already wishing that he had stayed with the others. “Nica…”

“You’d be stealing someone’s life away,” she told him seriously, “they would no longer be in control of their own body. Junior, you’re a good person. You aren’t capable of doing that to someone.

For some reason, this struck a cord in Junior. “You don’t know me, Nica,” he said as his voice lowered slightly, “you don’t know me at all. You don’t even know what I’m capable of.”

Hell, the doll certainly never thought he was capable of patricide, but he knew now that he was. He could kill. He could take away a life if he was pushed too far.

Would possessing someone that looked identical to him be the same as killing the person who raised him?

Or was it not as bad or even worse on the morality scale?

“I know that you’re a kid,” she started, “a kid who’s been through too much. A kid who’s been manipulated and forced into roles you didn’t want to be in…” the brunette woman paused and her blue eyes met his, “…a kid who would do anything to please others, even if he doesn’t want to do it or it doesn’t make him happy.”

Now that one felt like a punch to the gut and he took a step back.

“I didn’t come here for you to fucking psychoanalyze me, Nica. If I wanted a therapy session, I’d pay you for it.” Junior practically sneered at her, narrowing his eyes.

Nica stared back at him, completely unfazed. “You also have a tendency to lash out at others and resort to anger when they start to get too close to knowing who you truly are.”

The doll nearly said a few choice words to her but knew he would just be proving her point, so he physically swallowed them all down and clenched his plastic hands into fists. “Stop. Just…stop, okay?”

“Junior, I’m not trying to hurt you,” she said, trying to speak gently to him now, “but you have to know that what you’re doing is wrong. I’m speaking as someone who’s been possessed. I know what that’s like. Everything I’ve been through, fighting to get my body back…that’s what Teo would be doing. It isn’t right and it’s not fair to him.”

“I-I know that, but I can’t stay like this!” Junior wanted to yell but couldn’t get the attention of everyone else. “I can’t keep being a doll. I…I can’t. My friends want me to be human again, I want to be human again. I didn’t know who to possess, none of them felt right, but now we have a match.”

“You sure that’s the reason why you didn’t possess anyone else? Because it just didn’t feel right?” Nica questioned. “Or maybe it was because you knew it was wrong but you don’t want to admit it?”

“Nica, I’m sorry for what you went through. I truly am…but I’m not Chucky,” he told her, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t want to have to take over someone’s life. To steal it from them and never let them have it back. I don’t want that. But I don’t want to be a doll for eternity. I just…I wanna be a kid again. Not this…object where people can pass me off to whoever they’d like.”

Chucky’s attempt to steal Nica’s body and life was malicious. But Junior…he just wanted a fresh start. Something new. A chance to start over and be alive again.

He didn’t want anyone to get hurt. But with Teo…he could end up being collateral damage. It’s not like he wanted, he didn’t even know his doppelgänger, but he couldn’t stay being a Good Guy doll, he just couldn’t.

Neither of them said anything, sympathy shining in Nica’s eyes but he could tell that she still wasn’t happy about this plan.

The doll took a deep breath to calm himself down. “I know you don’t agree with this…but I-I really don’t want you to hate me for going through with this, Nica. But I also understand if you do.”

Nica didn’t say anything for a moment before finally looking at him. “I don’t agree with this. Not at all.” She said truthfully. “But I won’t hate you for your decision. I don’t support it nor will I help with this plan, but that doesn’t make me hate you. Are you really sure this is something you want to do, Junior?”

Once again, Junior paused for a second, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind from that one moment of hesitation.

He knew that he would be taking someone’s life away. Teo would be fighting for control just like Nica did. Or he could be dead, just like Jennifer was. He didn’t know. But he couldn’t stay in the body of a doll until the end of time, he just couldn’t.

Junior wanted to do this. He had to. It wasn’t just because he wanted to please his friends.

But he’d be an idiot to ignore how much Jake and Lexy wanted him to be human again.

How they would bring it up over and over again, pointing out different people for him to possess. Devon would bring it up to, but not as often. He would even steer the conversation away when he noticed that the doll was getting stressed or even annoyed. He didn’t know why he felt that way, he just did.

All Junior knew what that Nica was wrong. He didn’t try to please people. He only tried to please his father and that backfired massively. And then Chucky, because he was desperate and trying to cling onto anything. But Lexy, Jake, and Devon were different. They understood him and would never force him to do something he didn’t want to do.

He wasn’t just doing this for them.

It was for himself too.

“Yes. I’m sure.” Junior ended up saying, trying to sound as confident as he could.

Nica didn’t say anything for him, a look in her eyes as if she didn’t quite believe him, and quietly put the cookies on a plate. “Okay,” she finally said as she held the plate out to the doll, “come on, the others are probably wondering why it’s taking so long.”

The doll relaxed when she smiled reassuringly at him, taking the plate in both of his small hands. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They went back over to the other room, Tiffany still talking to his friends. At least they didn’t look so nervous anymore, even engaging with her as well. Bye they still looked relieved when Junior came back, Nica taking the plate of cookies from him and putting it on the table.

“Sorry we took so long, the cookies were really hot.” Nica said, wheeling herself to Tiffany’s side.

“And I could barely reach the oven.” Junior added in with playful chuckle and held his arms up, Lexy silently picking him up and placing him on her lap.

He had to ignore the teasing smirk Nica sent him, even biting down the urge to give her kissy faces for all of the obvious sexual tension between her and Tiffany.

The doll grabbed a cookie and took a large bite from it, swallowing it before speaking. “Okay, I’ll do this. I’ll possess Teo but under my terms.”

“What are your terms then, sweetface?” Tiffany asked him, tilting her head to the side.

“We take our time to possess him,” Junior began, “we don’t possess him immediately. We wait. Maybe weeks, months. Until shooting is finished, that is most preferable.”

“Wait, that long?” Lexy said in surprise, leaning her head over to look down at the doll on her lap.

“Lexy, I am not an actor,” he explained calmly, “I’d rather not ruin Teo’s reputation when he suddenly can’t act to save his life. Or gets a panic attack when the camera is in his face. I’m not that much of an asshole to do that to him.”

There was a brief pause before they all nodded. “Yeah, good point. You’re a shitty liar and an even shittier actor.” Jake said with a smirk.

Junior immediately flipped him off, glaring at his cousin. “Wait until we’re the same size again so I can properly beat the shit out of you, asshole.”

“Will you two ever stop arguing and threatening one another?” Devon asked, sounding completely exhausted.

“No.” The cousins responded in sync, even smirking at each other.

Junior had to admit, the threatening and the arguing and all the fighting was actually fun. It wasn’t mean or cruel. Just two kids who wanted to push each other’s buttons and see who will snap first.

The doll was sure that he was winning this game. Jake got all heated up so easily, especially when Junior would steal his food or threatened his kneecaps.

It was hilarious seeing his cousin getting all worked up over the stupid game they unintentionally created.

Devon looked over at Nica, one sane person trying to reach out to the last sane one. “Do you see what I’ve had to deal with the last few weeks?”

“You poor thing.” Nica said in a sympathetic tone, making the doll roll his eyes.

“Hey, you wanted me to be friends with Jake,” Junior pointed out to his best friend, “this is how our friendship works.”

“With sarcasm, dark humor, and threats that aren’t as empty as I thought.” Jake threw out with a big smile but also scowled at his cousin, still not over being elbowed in one of his kneecaps.

“I’m still impressed that you two manage to steer away any conversation with your arguments. We could be talking about one thing and suddenly it’s something completely different and irrelevant.” Lexy said, trying to sound frustrated but mostly sounded amused, and grabbed a cookie from the plate in front of her.

“Admit you, you think it’s fun.” Junior said with a sly smile, breaking a piece off of Lexy’s cookie and eating it quickly.

Lexy was right, the conversation did steer into another direction. But truthfully, the doll didn’t care. He preferred the playful bickering anyway.

He did wish it would’ve lasted longer, but Tiffany managed to pull the “Operation Possess Teo” conversation back into focus. “So, you really wanna do this, Jun-Jun?” She asked him, excitement in her eyes.

Junior didn’t want to think about it anymore, shrugging his shoulders and smiling as casually as he could.

“I’m in.”

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“Smells Like Teen Spirit”; Chapter 9: And I Forget Just Why I Taste

New chapter is up!

This one came out 4.6K words which I’m pretty sure is my longest chapter. Jesus, I swear I thought this was gonna be shorter.

I’m honestly so excited for where this story is going and I feel like an evil mastermind because I know how it’s going to end and I’m just struggling to keep all these secrets to myself!

But please read it and comment what you think so far, I am motivated and fueled by comments! :)

Not much changed after Caroline found out about Junior being inside of a Good Guy doll.

Lexy made her promise not to tell anyone, making her cross her heart-which Junior had to admit was cute to see-, and everything was good. He still stayed with Jake and Devon but also spent more time coming into the first week of December at Lexy’s house as well.

Junior would help Lexy with homework and usually spend time gossiping with her. They would usually skirt around the obvious topics, anything related to possession or Chucky, even about their relationship that sometimes seemed like they were more than friends.

He was stupid when it came to dating but he wasn’t that dumb. He sometimes caught onto the way she would look or smile at him and how he never protested whenever she held or picked him up.

The doll broke up with her right before his mom died, yes. Their relationship wasn’t the best to begin with at the time, with her eyes wandering over to Oliver Hayden and then distancing herself from him. The latter was because of Chucky, he knew that now, but still.

Junior always tried to ignore how heartbroken she looked when he ended things. He almost wanted to take it back but couldn’t. He felt too hurt and like the world was falling down around him.

The world soon did crash on him later that day before it all went right down to shit.

But it was still something they didn’t talk about. It had been three weeks, but maybe it was too soon. Besides, he didn’t mind how their friendship bordered on something more. It was just a hint of hope that he could try to hold onto for now, even though he was a doll.

Well, a guy could dream, couldn’t he?

As for the whole situation with Caroline…

I wanna be where the people are, I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin'!

Disney movie marathons certainly were a thing between them and Junior was never able to complain. How could he? It had been years since he watched a Disney movie, and to indulge in something that was considered childish while sitting down on a couch with a kid right beside him was actually quite fun.

This Wednesday afternoon, it was The Little Mermaid. It was definitely a favorite of Junior’s when he was little. There was something about a girl who wanted to be free and discover the world away from her overbearing father that he related to without even realizing it because he was so young.

Also, mermaids are just so awesome.

So that’s where they were, on the couch and watching a redheaded mermaid yearning to be part of the surface world.

Trust me Ariel, you don’t want to be part of this. Junior thought to himself as he sipped his soda, through a blue straw because Jake thought it would be funny when it gave the can to him, probably to make him feel childish. But instead, Junior just accepted it without giving his cousin the reaction he wanted.

His disappointed face was priceless and definitely worth it.

Lexy, Jake, and Devon were in the kitchen, his ex-girlfriend refilling the popcorn bowl that Junior and Caroline devoured fairly quickly into the movie, while his cousin and best friend were working on their homework. Ha, schmucks, still needing to go to school and do homework everyday. That was a perk to being dead.

While the others were forced to continue their education, the doll and the seven year-old stayed quiet as they watched the movie. As Ariel continued singing “Part of Your World”, Junior found enough strength to begin quietly singing along under his breath.

“Up where they walk, up where they run, up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free, wish I could be part of that world.” Singing in front of people was still something Junior wasn’t used to.

He kept his singing a secret ever since his dad started to pressure him into cross-country. No one had heard him sing since then. Even now, singing around a child had him feeling nervous and he was fidgeting with the the zipper of jacket.

The doll noticed Caroline looking at him from the corner of his eye before she also started to sing along with him, making him relax.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad.

It was just Caroline after all. He still wouldn’t sing in front of Jake or Devon, especially Lexy. It just made butterflies-no, wasps-swim around in his stomach at the mere thought.

But to sing along to Disney songs with a little girl without any ounce of judgment in the world? That was nice and maybe something he could get used to.

“I got more popcorn!” Junior suddenly heard Lexy’s voice as she came out into the living room and he immediately stopped singing, which earned a frown from Caroline.

“Why’d you stop singing?” Caroline asked him, making Junior start fidgeting almost nervously.

“I wasn’t singing.” He denied.

“Yes you were, I heard you.” She insisted, almost stubbornly.

“You were singing?” Lexy asked him, putting down the bowl of popcorn in between her little sister and her doll ex-boyfriend.

“Nope, I wasn’t.”

“Mommy said it’s bad to lie.” Caroline stated and Junior fought down the urge to sigh loudly.

“Juni, I’ve never heard you sing!” Lexy whined while sitting down beside him on the couch.

“And you never will because ‘Part of Your World’ just finished.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Lexy pouted at him. “That’s so not fair. You’ve heard me sing but I haven’t heard you sing yet!”

“I never forced you to sing in front of me, that was on you.” Junior pointed out, even pointing a tiny finger at the blonde and she simply rolled her eyes.

“But still. So not fair.” She huffed. “Well, then I guess I’ll have to listen to you sing the next song.”

Junior was quick to shove a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “Nope, sorry, can’t do that while I’m eating.” He replied, speaking with his mouth full and the blonde scrunched her nose up in slight disgust.

“You’re so immature.” Lexy decided to respond with, making the doll smirk childishly because yes, he was immature. He never was really allowed to be immature until now, so he was taking advantage of it.

They were quiet for the next few minutes, intently watching the teenage mermaid pine for a human prince that she just met until he felt a hand on the back of his head.

“Jesus, Junior, when’s the last time you brushed your hair?” Lexy asked him and she was rewarded by his silence followed by the slurping sound of him sipping in the last bit of his soda.

“Seriously? Your hair’s a tangled mess.” To prove her own point, she ran her fingers through his hair and almost immediately her fingers got caught on a knot, causing Junior to hiss from the small amount of pain and swat in the direction of her hand.

“In my defense, hairbrushes are bigger than my own head now. It’s not easy holding it properly just to brush my hair.” He defended himself, pulling away so his hair could be hand-free.

“I could brush your hair for you if you want.” Lexy offered with a soft smile, a look of amusement as well in her eyes.

The doll thought about it before shrugging. “Yeah, sure. Why the heck not.” Junior always made sure not swear in front of Caroline, which was quite interesting since he was a very frequent curser.

Especially whenever Jake was in the room.

His cousin somehow managed to bring out the more feral and chaotic side of him.

Lexy smiled and nodded, quickly getting up and going upstairs to her room. Junior put down his empty soda can on the floor, he and Caroline sharing the bowl of popcorn before his ex-girlfriend came bounding down the stairs.

In one hand, was a bright purple hairbrush. In the other, was a little bag filled with multi-colored hair ties.

Realization slowly dawned on the doll and his blue eyes went wide. “Hey, hey, hey, I only agreed to the hair brushing part, not anything else!”

“Juni, you have great hair, and I’ve been wanting to play with it since forever!” Lexy whined, pouting at him.

Junior recognized what she was trying to do, trying to sweet talk her way into playing with his hair, and he quickly shook his head. “No, no way, I’m not going to fall for that any…more…”

Lexy’s pretty hazel eyes were wide and she was still pouting at him, giving him that same look that always had him bending to her will. He growled under his breath as he struggled, feeling grateful that Caroline was too distracted by The Little Mermaid to see his inner-and external-turmoil.

Unable to resist those eyes, he sighed loudly and huffed. “…fine. Just this once.”

Lexy immediately stopped pouting and grinned. “Still works like a charm!” She bragged, putting down her supplies. “Do you want to sit on my lap? It’ll be easier for me to braid your hair that way and you can keep watching the movie.”

That was definitely a question he was never asked. He rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. “Okay, whatever. Just don’t pull my hair or else we’ll stop completely.”

She rolled her eyes but agreed, picking the doll up and placing him on her lap as she sat beside Caroline. Junior crossed his arms over his chest, keeping his eyes on the tv and was absolutely determined not to enjoy this experience.

That proved to be a lot harder than he thought.

Lexy was careful with his hair when she started brushing, working through all of the knots gently until it was all completely tangle-free. He had to admit, his hair felt a lot softer and almost silkier once it was neat again.

He used to frequently brush his hair when he had been alive, making sure it looked perfect and flawless, but it did become harder to hold a hairbrush and he just ended up giving up on it.

And when she began braiding his hair, Junior felt like it was melting. They were small braids due to the length, but Lexy’s fingers moved expertly and didn’t tug on his hair too much, which was probably to make sure that the doll wouldn’t change his mind and leave. After making a couple more braids, it caught Caroline’s attention.

“Can I help?” She asked, the movie now being completely forgotten.

Lexy didn’t hesitate to agree and even though the doll wasn’t looking at her, he knew that she was grinning ear to ear. “Sure you can! Do you remember how I taught you?” Caroline was quick to nod this time, her fingers finding its way to his hair and began braiding.

She wasn’t as precise as Lexy, Caroline’s braid being looser and a bit sloppy, pulling a little too much that it would have him wincing, but Junior didn’t have it in him to even care. Because it was actually really fun. It was fun having his hair being braided in a way that his father would hate.

It was fun to let loose and let himself be dolled up, pun intended.

But he’d die again before admitting how much he was actually enjoying this.

“Lexy, I can’t believe you ditched us,” Junior suddenly heard Devon’s voice, footsteps approaching, “you left us alone to do our homework, I know you still got work to do too—” his voice trailed off when he caught sight of the doll.

Junior, hair braided neatly on one side and messily on the other, with the hair ties that were colored purple, pink, blue, red, and yellow being noticeable at the ends of his dark brown hair, sitting on Lexy’s lap and had an almost emotionless look on his face.

Devon tried to suppress his laughter, putting a fist to his mouth before pulling it away. “Oh my god.” Was all he could say before a single laugh did escape him.

“He looks pretty!” Caroline chimed in, looking proud of her handiwork as she continued to work on the next braid.

“Yes, yes he does.” Devon replied, looking at the doll with an almost desperate look. “Junior, please let me take a picture.”

“Only with your eyes, because that’s the only picture you will ever get.” Junior told him, raising an eyebrow stubbornly.

“Oh, c’mon, really Junior?” Devon complained, but the doll was determined to hold his ground this time.

“Yes, really. You get a good look at this. You will not take a picture of me, I don’t need that kind of blackmail in my life.”

“But, Juni, you look so cute!” Lexy said before she and Caroline both finished braiding all of his hair. “All done! Now let us take a picture!”

“Thank you for finishing the braids, but no thank you for the pictures.” Even though she was done braiding his hair, Junior still didn’t move from her lap. “I’m not budging on this one.”

The doll heard Jake’s phone ring from the kitchen and a few seconds later, his cousin answered it. He didn’t pay it any mind, figuring it was Miss Fairchild anyway, so he continued to argue with Devon and Lexy about not wanting his picture taken.

After a moment, it was Jake’s rapid footsteps that cut them off, his hand shaking slightly around his phone. “Junior, wou—” he froze at the sight of the doll, his eyes looking like it was bouncing from one emotion to the other.

“…okay, we’re gonna talk about…” he waved his other hand around to gesture to Junior’s braids before continuing, “that later, but first…would you like to explain to me why there’s a…killer actress calling me on my phone, asking for you?” Jake was practically speaking through his teeth right now, an obviously forced smile on his lips.

Oh shit.

No wonder Jake looked so pissed.

Even with the movie playing, the room suddenly felt quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop and he could feel Lexy and Devon staring at him in complete shock.

Junior smiled innocently, chuckling a little nervously under his breath before hopping off of Lexy’s lap. “Heh, yeah, uhhh, about that…yeah, I got nothing, let me just talk to her.”

Surprisingly, Jake actually did give him the phone and Junior took it, walking into the kitchen and finally spoke into the phone. “Tiff?”

“Jun-Jun! Hi!” Junior automatically smiled when he heard her voice, filled with pure enthusiasm, having grown completely used to it by now.

“Hi, Tiff…I thought I told you not to call me first?”

“You still haven’t told your friends that you’ve been talking to me?” Tiffany questioned.

“I…haven’t really gotten around to that. They’re just very…cautious. And overprotective of me.” Junior explained as he flicked off a braid that was a little too close to his eye.

“Well, I can understand their reservations. But I was just too excited that I had to call you, sorry!”

“What’s gotten you so excited, Tiff?” The doll asked as he chuckled quietly under his breath because Tiffany really did sound excited for some reason.

He heard some shuffling, muffled whispers of “tell him, you tell him” being repeated until a new voice was heard. “Hey, Junior.”

“Oh, hi, Nica. What’s going on over there?” Junior asked, sounding almost amused being he could hear Tiffany giggling excitedly in the background.

“Not much,” Nica responded in a casual tone, “I’ve just been here, spending time with Tiffany…and we did get that…rat problem fixed.”

The doll squinted, spending a good five seconds in silent confusion before the lightbulb suddenly went off above his head. “Oh…oh! Oh shit, really? That-that’s great!”

He couldn’t believe it, but Tiffany did it. She actually did it. Successfully removed Chucky’s soul from Nica’s body.

No wonder Tiffany was so eager to call Junior and let him know of her accomplishment.

Nica chuckled at his reaction. “Yeah, it’s definitely great to…have my house back.” She certainly sounded happy and it got Junior smiling more. Nica was a good person, he knew it.

She deserved to be free from Chucky’s grasp.

“I’m happy for you, I really am. You and Tiff.” Junior said truthfully. He really hoped that with Chucky no longer being in the picture that Nica and Tiffany could sort out whatever sexual tension is there.

Yeah, perhaps it would be better to stay with Jake and Devon for now and not deal with…whatever those two women will be getting into.

They talked for a few more minutes before hanging up, Junior walking back into the living room and handed his cousin his phone back. He sat down on the couch, not looking at the others but he could feel them staring at him.

Maybe, if he focused hard enough on Ariel being lured to Ursula’s lair by those evil little eel fuckers, then they would just leave him be.

Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Junior…can we talk in the kitchen please?” Jake asked in an obviously fake happy tone, most likely in an attempt to not worry Caroline.

Junior paused, twiddling with his own plastic thumbs. “I mean…I already left the kitchen and I just sat down…so maybe later—” before he could say another word, Jake quickly grabbed him by under his arms and walked off.

“You son of a—put me down! Right now!” The doll snapped, kicking and hitting his cousin as much as he could while the other just continued walking into the kitchen. He could hear Lexy telling Caroline to keep watching the movie, because “they were going to have a little chat”, and then she and Devon joined them in the kitchen.

Jake put the doll down once they were in the kitchen, Junior fixing his shirt and glaring up at him. “You do not have Junior Holding Privileges! Don’t do that again!”

“Why does Tiffany have my phone number?” Jake demanded to know, completely ignoring his cousin’s angry statement and glared back down at him.

Junior rubbed the back of his neck, shifting from one foot to the other as he started to look at everything but his friends and cousin. “Well…that might be because…I may or may not have been calling her from your phone…”

“How often have you been calling her?” Devon asked, looking almost concerned.

“Every day, while you and Devon are having dinner with Miss Fairchild.”

“Junior, are you kidding me?” Lexy whisper-yelled at him, running a hand through her hair.

“Did you guys actually think I was going to stop contacting Tiffany while I was staying with you guys?” Junior asked them with a painted eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, pretty much!” Devon replied.

“If I didn’t update her every now and then about what’s been going on and how I’m doing, Tiffany would be personally coming over to check on me.” Junior said seriously, sighing. “Look, it’s not a big deal, okay?”

“Not a big deal?” Jake repeated. “Junior, she’s a murderer!”

“And so am I.” The doll reminded and they all went quiet. It was like they all wanted to forget what the doll did. Forget that he did kill his father.

But Junior would never forget that. Now he knew what he was capable of if pushed too far.

“You’re-you’re not like her. You’re not a serial killer like she is.” Devon said to him in a way like he was trying to get through to him.

“You don’t get it, do you? Tiffany saved me. She saved me.” Junior emphasized. “If she never came to the hospital with a soulless Good Guy doll, I would be dead. I wouldn’t even be here, talking to you guys, hanging out with all of you, if it wasn’t for her. I don’t care what she’s done, she is still a good person.”

They were all quiet for a moment before Lexy spoke up. “But, Junior…she was working with Chucky. Married to him also, and I really don’t want to know how that’s possible, but she was basically his partner in crime. How do you know you can fully trust her?”

“Because she’s not with Chucky anymore. She literally decapitated him.” Junior said and Devon nodded in agreement, obviously remembering that moment in Charles Lee Ray’s old house. “And she literally called me to tell me that she got Chucky out of Nica’s body. She found a way and now Nica is free.” He tilted his head slightly. “Would someone who still works with Chucky do that?”

He was greeted with silence and it made Junior believe that he was finally getting to them. “Look, I’m not asking you to put all of your trust in Tiff. I know why you all are hesitant and don’t trust her. But what I’m asking is that you trust me.” He paused. “I won’t let anyone hurt you three again. I swear.”

That seemed to calm them down, whatever anger or disbelief they had slowly disappearing. “Junior, this isn’t just about us,” Jake started, “we don’t want anything to happen to you either.”

“Jake’s right,” Devon agreed, “we thought we lost you forever, but we didn’t. We just got you back.”

Lexy gave him a gentle smile. “I just…we just don’t want to lose you.” Junior caught onto how she corrected herself. He knew how much it hurt Lexy to lose him in her arms, how it must’ve broken and devastated her.

But he would do it all over again if it meant saving her life.

Junior smiled at them softly. “I know. But I’ll be okay. I do trust her and I know I’ll be fine.” He reassured them. “So I’m going to keep contacting her while I’m staying here. Or else I’m sure she literally will come down here herself to make sure all my limbs are still attached.”

“You always make it sound like you’re not planning on staying here for long…are you really going to go back with Tiffany?” Jake asked him, his eyebrows scrunching together.

Junior shrugged his shoulders. “I mean…are you guys planning on keeping me as a collector’s item? Become some sick version of a family heirloom? I can’t stay with you guys forever. At least with Tiffany, known for carrying around Good Guy dolls, can have a reason to have me and give me a roof under my head.”

“Do you think that we can’t give you that? Like…like a home?” Devon asked him and it made Junior fidget with his sleeves.

That was a hard word for him. Home. He never knew the feeling of a stable home. Hell, he didn’t even even know what it meant to have a home.

“It’s…it’s not quite home with Tiffany,” Junior admitted, “I don’t even know what home is. But it’s close. Honestly, it’s close with all of you. So let’s just…focus on now. The present. I’m here with you guys for now. Isn’t that enough?”

“I-I guess so…” Lexy said, biting her bottom lip, “but when you go back with Tiffany, you’ll still keep in contact with us, right? And-and let us see you?”

Junior smiled and reached up to gently pat her knee in reassurance since he was much too short to reach her shoulder. “Of course. Who knows, maybe we can set up some schedule or whatever, alternate who gets me for the week. I don’t know. But let’s just move forward and forget about it, okay?”

Jake sighed before nodding. “Yeah, okay…one one exception,” he paused dramatically, “you let us take a picture of you in your adorable little braids.”

Junior gave his cousin a cold yet deadpanned expression. “You guys were planning this, weren’t you? While I was on the phone with Tiffany and Nica, you three were definitely plotting this.”

Lexy gasped in mock surprise. “What? No! We’d never!” She lied quite obviously.

“You guys are literally the worst, there’s no way I’m doing this.”

“C’mon, Junior, just one picture! Please!” Devon begged, even putting his hands together and pouted.

While his pouty look wasn’t as convincing or easy for the doll to give in like Lexy’s, he let out a very long and loud sigh before throwing his arms up. “Fine! Fine, whatever! Just one picture, and that’s it!”

“Yes!” Lexy cheered as Jake was quick to pull out his phone, crouching down to get a better angle of the doll.

“Say cheese!” His cousin exclaimed, even shooting him a smile from behind his phone.

Junior’s response was to give a half-smirk, holding up both of his middle fingers. “Suck this.” He said instead and Jake took the picture.

Jake just sighed and looked at the picture on his phone. “Fuck it, this will do.”

Then, Devon pulled out his own phone. “Okay, now all of us!”

Junior immediately took a few steps back and held his hands up. “Woah, woah, woah! I said one picture!”

“But, Junior, there are literally no pictures of the four of us!” Lexy pointed out, giving him a persuasive smile. “Please? Just one of all of us, the amazing Chucky Killer group?”

The doll couldn’t help but to snort at the name. “God, that sounds like an awful name a rock band would have.” He joked lightly before he, once again, gave in. “Okay, but make it quick before I change my mind.”

The others immediately crouched down, Lexy actually sitting down beside Junior, all of them having at least an arm or a hand around him. For the umpteenth time already, he would deny how nice it was to finally have some real friends who actually cared about him.

He didn’t want to get all soft and mushy over it, so he’d keep those thoughts to himself until the end of time.

“One, two, three, cheese!” Right as Devon was about to take the picture, Lexy turned her head and planted her lips on the doll’s cheek. Junior, who had had amusement in his eyes and a small smile, now had his mouth open and blue eyes as wide as golf balls.

Fucking Lexy and her fucking ability to still have Junior be weak and turn his legs into jelly.

“You good, Juni?” Lexy asked him with an innocent smile, as if she didn’t just kiss his cheek.

“Yeah!” He practically squeaked out and his voice cracked so he quickly cleared it. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good…let’s just, uhh, get back to the movie, I don’t wanna miss the ending.” He managed to say, ignoring how his cousin was giving him a shit-eating grin, the same one Junior would give Jake whenever he and Devon were being cute and gross.

“You’ve seen The Little Mermaid before, Junior.” Devon said in an amused tone, obviously catching onto how flustered he was getting.

“And I’d like to watch it again, let’s go!” Junior replied and rapidly started walking back to the living room. He could hear Lexy asking his cousin and best friend to send the pictures but he didn’t pay it in any mind.

Instead of going back to do their homework right away, the three of them stayed with Junior and Caroline in the living room to finish watching Ariel and Prince Eric’s love story.

And if the doll saw that Lexy had the new group picture of all of them as her Home Screen on her phone and the Lock Screen remained a picture of Junior when he was human and Lexy, him placing a kiss on her cheek rather than the other way around?

Well, Junior didn’t say anything.

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"Smells Like Teen Spirit"; Chapter 11: I Found it Hard, Was Hard to Find

New chapter is up!

Another 4.6Ker, Jesus, I still can't believe how much I've been writing since I have little to no energy for everything.

But I really love how this came out and I'm just so excited for all the twists and turns I have planned!

Also, we are officially halfway through the story! Can you believe it?!

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“What the fuck? What the fuck? What the actual fuck?!”

“How is this even possible?! Like, this doesn’t make sense!”

“There’s no way this is real—is this real?!”

Too many voices were overlapping one another with too many statements and questions, in panic and disbelief and also absolute shock.

The only one who was still silent was Junior.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. Off the boy that looked so much like he did when he was alive. It was like staring into a mirror. His stomach churned and he swallowed thickly to avoid losing the warm beverage he just finished drinking.

The doll swayed on his feet and had to sit down on the ground, afraid he might actually get sick or faint if he stayed standing up. Finally, he recovered from being speechless and spoke up.

“Can you all shut up?!” Junior yelled loudly and the others immediately stopped speaking. “Please, I-I need like…a minute to process what the fuck I’m seeing. So just…shut up, please.”

Their wide eyes that were filled with surprise and incredulousness, now looked concerned. “Junior, are you okay?” Lexy was the first to ask, making the doll wonder if it was possible for him to turn as pale as a ghost despite being made of plastic.

Hell, it felt like he had just seen a ghost.

“I-I really don’t know right now.” Junior could only say that, one hand on his chest to calm his pounding heart. He couldn’t even make a sarcastic comment or joke to lighten the mood.

Everything felt too real, too real for his mind to even comprehend what was happening.

“But I don’t…I don’t understand…” Jake muttered, finally tearing his eyes away from the tv screen to look at the doll, “were you in a movie and forgot to tell us about it?”

Junior managed to regain enough control to respond sarcastically. “Yes, I filmed a whole movie last year and kept it under wraps this whole time as a surprise gift for all of you.” He then smacked the hand that wasn’t on his chest right on the floor. “Of course I wasn’t in a fucking movie! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

He truly wasn’t an actor. He knew he was a decent enough liar, but not an actor.

Besides, if singing in public or even in front of his friends were terrifying to him, acting in front of a camera would give him so much stage fright he might literally have a heart attack and die again.

“Okay, why don’t we all just calm down for a bit and think over this?” Devon, always the one to bring everyone back down to earth, said and decided to take a seat next to the doll.

Or maybe his own legs were shaking too and he needed to sit before he collapsed.

“That’s it, I’m gonna look him up.” Lexy told them, pulling out her phone from her pocket in lightning speed and began typing away.

“Heh, great…stalking a guy who looks somewhat like me. Fun.” Junior muttered in a joking way, but he still sounded dazed and completely out of it.

“Somewhat like you? He looks exactly like you!” Jake exclaimed, pointing to the screen and then dropping his hand.

“That’s not true!” Junior argued. “I had a better nose than he does!”

“No offense, Jun, but he does look almost identical to how you used to look.” Devon added in, staring at the screen again. “I know that some people have doppelgänger’s out there, but this is just…insane.”

“His name’s Teo Briones.” Lexy said suddenly and didn’t even look up from her phone, obviously focused and still scrolling. “He’s fourteen, just like Junior.”

Everyone went silent.

“Junior…do you think that maybe…you have an identical twin brother?” Jake slowly asked him.

“Don’t you dare say that!” Junior snapped and pointed a finger at his cousin. “Don’t you even dare! I do not have an identical twin brother, or any kind of twin brother!”

“I mean, twins do run in your family,” Devon started in a hesitant tone, “it could be a a separated at birth situation…or like The Parent Trap.”

“No! Stop, just, stop! I don’t have a twin brother, that dude is not my twin brother, shut up!” Junior was getting defensive and angry he was sure that he was an only child.

But…what if he did have a twin?

What if his father separated them when they were newborns?

No, his mother would’ve told him…right?

Fuck, Junior didn’t know anything anymore.

Would his parents even tell him if he had a twin that they gave away for some reason?

Was his whole life some lie?

A huge lie created by his father, his mother was kind and she wouldn’t have wanted to give away one baby and kept the other, for a reason that he didn’t understand?

Was that what was going on?

Did he just accidentally find a twin brother he never knew he had?

Finally, Lexy spoke again. “Teo was born in January and Junior in September, so they’re not long lost twins.”

“OH THANK GOD!” Junior screamed out loud in total relief, three pairs of eyes now on him from his sudden volume. “Sorry, that was kind of loud. But that identical twin talk literally had me so scared for a hot minute, we don’t need anymore twins in this fucking family.”

“So you were concerned that you might actually have a twin?” Jake questioned with an eyebrow raised.

“Only because you started putting that idea in my head, I wasn’t even thinking about it to begin with.” Junior just shook his head. “You know what, forget it, because we’re not twins anyway since we were born eight months apart.”

“You guys still look so much alike. Like…it’s insane how identical you two look.” Devon said as Jake sat down on the floor beside him.

“I don’t think we look that alike.” Junior begged to differ, despite feeling like he was looking at a mirror so he tried to avoid staring at the tv screen.

Lexy raised an eyebrow at him, finally looking up, and sat down in front of the doll. “Really? Not that alike? You kidding me?” She turned her phone around to show a picture of Teo from his Instagram account. Of course she already managed to find his Instagram, Lexy was skilled like that.

Junior really didn’t want to admit it…but fuck, Teo looked so much like Junior did when he was alive. Same shaped eyes, brown hair-except it was parted more in front of his face rather than back like Junior’s-, everything.

Another exception was in the picture Lexy showed him, was that Teo was wearing a pair of circular glasses.

He looked like a fucking nerd. Thank god Junior had good eyesight.

“Okay, he looks almost exactly like me!” The doll gave up and admitted, throwing his hands up in surrender as Devon and Jake took turns looking at the photo on Lexy’s phone.

The blonde looked at the photo for a moment before looking at Junior again. “Wait…maybe this is a sign.”

He tilted his head to the side slightly and raised a painted eyebrow. “Since when do you believe in signs, Lex?”

She rolled her eyes and waved a hand nonchalantly. “Since I found out that my best friend had a doppelgänger who’s an actor. But this has to be a sign, you get it, right?”

Junior blinked at her. “…I swear to god, if you say that we might actually be related, I’m walking right out that door and never looking back.”

Lexy gave him a deadpanned expression before sighing and looking at Devon. “Dev, can you please lend Junior one of your brain cells?”

The doll gasped and gave her an offended look. “Jesus, okay. My brain is still computing with this new knowledge, give me a fuckin’ break.”

“It’s okay, Jun,” Devon told him, “but remember your ‘list of requirements’ on the person you want to possess?” He asked, using air quotes with his fingers.

It slowly began to dawn on Junior. “Oh…”

“Someone who looks close to how you used to look like?” Devon reminded him.

“Check!” Lexy exclaimed.

“Someone with brown hair and brown eyes?” Jake chipped in.

“Check!” She said again.

“Someone around your age?” Devon added in again.

“Check!”

“Someone who is super attractive?” Jake emphasized on the last two words in a dramatic tone.

“And check!” Lexy clapped her hands together and smirked at the doll. “He’s a perfect match, Juni.”

Shit, they all did have a point.

Teo truly checked off all the boxes on his little list. Junior had been picky about who to possess, but he certainly didn’t need to be picky anymore.

How could he be picky, when the perfect body was right there?

“Alright, you all make some really good points,” Junior began to say, “but we know nothing about this guy. Except that he’s an actor and is fourteen like I was. I mean, we don’t even know where he lives.”

“He lives in Los Angeles, California.” Lexy responded quickly and waved her phone around as if to say that she got her information from googling it just now.

“Great, Los Angeles, California. Do you know his exact address?” Junior asked her.

She paused, smacking her lips together before shaking her head. “No.”

“Then what? We take a trip to a completely different state from New Jersey, literally across the U.S. map, and knock on very single door in LA before finding the right one?”

Lexy gave him a fake smile. “You know, as much as I find your sarcasm hilarious at times, right now it’s definitely not appreciative.”

Junior shrugged his shoulders and moved his hands upward. “I’m just being realistic, Lexy!”

“No, you’re being pessimistic!” She argued back, shaking her head.

“Okay, chill out.” Devon interrupted them, knowing that an actual argument might ensue between the ex-couples. “Junior is being pessimistic, totally. But he is right. We don’t know his address or where to even begin finding him.”

Jake nodded and decided to speak up as well. “Yeah, and LA is huge. Even if we somehow did manage to convince our guardians to let us go to another state, there is a tiny chance that we’ll be able to find Teo anyway.”

Lexy huffed and scowled, obviously not wanting to give up. “I’ll figure something out.” She insisted, standing up and walking out of the living room to the kitchen.

Junior let out a loud and long sigh, rubbing his forehead with one hand in a futile attempt to alleviate the pressure. “Can someone please turn the tv off, it’s making me nauseous.”

Devon complied, getting up to grab the remote and turned it off while Jake nudged the doll’s shoulder with the back of his hand lightly. “Are you already getting sick of your own face?” He joked in an attempt to probably make Junior feel better and he could make some quip back.

It didn’t work, the doll still didn’t move his hand and had no reaction to the comment. Jake realized it and immediately grew serious. “You okay, Jun-Jun?”

Junior shrugged again. “I don’t know,” he answered truthfully, “it’s…a lot to process. I know I should be, like…happy that I found someone that looks almost exactly as I did when I was alive but…it’s too much right now. It feels almost…overwhelming. I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, Junior. I understand why you feel so overwhelmed.” Devon said as he sat down beside Junior again. “This whole thing is…weird. For sure. And you’re possessing a doll, but this is still something strange for us, so that’s saying something.” He chuckled a little and it earned just a ghost of a smile from the doll.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Junior said after a moment, still rubbing his forehead but looked up at his best friend and cousin, “but it honestly just feels like something is taunting me. Like, okay, someone who looks so much like me is out there. But I have a better chance at getting struck by lightning than to meet an actor who could easily play me in a movie.”

“It’d be a really cool movie though.” Devon said, giving his best friend a playful smile.

The doll raised an eyebrow. “Ah, yes. A movie about a cross-country star who hated running but was willing to do anything for his father just to make him proud, has his entire life fall apart, listens to a possessed murderous doll because he was lonely, kills his own father, and then dies by said possessed murderous doll. That deserves an academy award.”

Jake snorted loudly at the incredibly accurate description of Junior’s life. “We should really pitch that idea, it sounds really good.”

“God, you two have such dark humors.” Devon groaned, now looking like he was the one about to have a migraine, and the cousins laughed.

Well, Junior was starting to feel better. Making dark jokes with Jake certainly always helped, but it was nice having his friends by his side.

Lexy suddenly came back into the room, phone clutched tightly in her hand. “Junior, when’s the last time you talked to Tiffany?”

The doll squinted, definitely not expecting that question. “Uhhh, yesterday. During dinner. Why?”

“And she didn’t, I don’t know…say something to you that was pretty important that you should’ve mentioned to us?”

“Not…really? Lexy, what are you even talking about right now?” He asked her in confusion.

What Lexy said next was spoken slowly while turning her phone to face him. “It seems that Tiffany might’ve forgotten to mention to you that she is going to be filming a movie…in Hackensack…with Teo Briones.”

Junior froze, his blue eyes wide as he quickly read the bit of the article that was showing on his friend’s phone. Sure enough, ‘Jennifer Tilly’ was filming a new movie right in their town, with his identical twin that definitely wasn’t his twin.

What in the actual fuck?

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. No one did. Finally, Junior started laughing.

Hysterical, almost insane giggles were spilling from his lips and now they were all staring at him in concern. If Junior thought about it too much, he would’ve noticed that his new laugh sounded quite a bit like Tiffany’s.

“J-Jake, can I borrow your phone for a minute?” He asked through his laughter, vibrating with a mixture of disbelief in anger. Jake was quick to give him his phone, probably in an attempt to not piss him off, and the doll walked away into the kitchen with it.

Junior dialed the number he had already had memorized after so long, putting the phone to his ear and hearing it ring before she finally answered.

“Jun-Jun! Hi!” Tiffany’s high-pitched voice said in excitement and it usually would bring a natural smile to Junior’s face, but he was on a mission.

“Hey, Tiff, how’s it going?” He asked, sounding as casual as he could.

“Oh, just been really busy. I hope we can see each other soon, there is a lot to talk about! How have you been?”

“Just peachy. Went for a walk, had some hot chocolate, found out that I have a doppelgänger and that you’re filming a movie with him right in Hackensack!” Junior spoke slowly, his voice raising a bit.

He was greeted with silence over the phone before she let out a small chuckle. “Well…I did just say that there was a lot I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Tiffany, what the fuck?!” He exclaimed. “You didn’t think that this was something you should’ve told me sooner? I mean, you’re making a movie with a guy who looks exactly like I did! In my town!”

“I figured it was something that would be better for you to hear in person!” Tiffany defended herself. “I mean, I can tell that this is pretty shocking for you. And I also did want it to be a surprise.”

“A surprise? Ha! Well, I sure as hell was surprised! My heart is still racing, I think I’m gonna have a heart attack.” Junior shook his head, running a hand through his dark brown hair.

“I know, I’m sorry for not telling you soon,” Tiffany apologized, “I think maybe you four should come over to the hotel. This might be a pretty long conversation. And I could bake chocolate chip cookies!”

“You know how hard it will be to convince the others to go over there?”

“They still don’t trust me?”

“Oh absolutely not.” Junior replied truthfully. “But I’ll figure something out. I’ll convince them and then you have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I know, hun,” she cooed and it relaxed the doll a little more, “I’ll see you soon, okay, Junbug?”

He sighed loudly. “I’m gonna kill Nica for starting that, no one’s called me fucking Junbug since I was fucking six.” He grumbled in annoyance.

Tiffany laughed. “I’m sure you’ll try, sweetface.” She said before hanging up the phone.

Junior took a deep breath and released it, exhaling as long as he could before walking back to the others in the living room. “C’mon, get an Uber, we’re going to see Tiffany and Nica.” He said casually and tossed Jake his phone.

“I’m sorry, what?!” Jake almost exclaimed after just barely managing to catch his phone.

“You heard me. We’re gonna meet both of them at Tiffany’s hotel. So let’s go!” Junior repeated, even clapping his plastic hands together for extra measure.

“No. Definitely not. She’ll kill us!” Lexy said with wide eyes.

The doll rolled his eyes. “She’s not going to kill your guys, I mean it.”

“Look, I get that you trust her and all…but she literally had me tied up and gagged to a chair in a house that was about to explode.” Devon reminded him.

Junior shifted from one foot to the other. “Okay, she totally didn’t make the best first impression…but she obviously has some plan involving my doppelgänger and it’s a lot better to get this over with in person than over the phone.” He looked over at the trio. “So could you guys please trust me enough to go to the hotel? Please?”

The others were quiet for a moment, obviously still on edge and not trusting this before Jake looked at his boyfriend. “Dev, do you still have your taser on you, just in case?”

“I never leave the house without it anymore.” Devon replied seriously.

Junior blinked in surprise. “Wait, you have a ta—you know what, we’ll talk about that later,” he shook his head and looked at his ex-girlfriend, “so…what do you say, Lex?”

Lexy huffed, not wanting to give in…but she wasn’t the only one who knew how to give him a pouty look to get him to surrender.

The doll knew too.

And that was exactly what he did. He pouted, widened his blue eyes as much as he could, and batted his eyelashes innocently at her.

She sighed loudly, stomping her foot before opening up the Uber app on her phone. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Juni.”

And that’s how they ended up getting an Uber to the hotel Tiffany was still staying at, all of them being dead silent. Normally Junior was the one not talking, due to having to pretend that he was a normal doll, but the others weren’t speaking either.

Maybe they really were nervous or scared to finally meet Tiffany since they were so convinced that she was going to kill them and chop up their bodies into tiny pieces to dispose of them.

Or maybe it was because they couldn’t talk about possessing an actor that was identical to a dead guy in front of their Uber driver.

Both did make a lot of sense.

Once they were out of the car, Junior could tell that they really were nervous. Devon was fidgeting and rocking himself on the balls of his feet, Lexy’s arms were trembling around the doll, and Jake had that stupid constipated look on his face that he always got when he was anxious or scared or both.

He really hoped Tiffany wouldn’t frighten them by saying or doing anything, because they might literally run away.

“Guys, just chill out. It’s gonna be fine.” Junior said to the others quietly without fully leaving doll mode.

“Easy for you to say. Tiffany obviously favors you a lot more than us for certain reasons.” Jake grumbled and Junior knew what the “certain reasons” were without him needing to say it.

Tiffany liked Junior because he was capable of killing.

He had only killed one person, his father, but maybe that still placed him pretty high on her favorite list.

“Whatever. Let’s go, it’s show time.” Junior told them and after another thirty seconds, his friends remembered how to move their legs and slowly walked inside the hotel.

Tiffany was already waiting in the lobby as soon as they walked in, the others immediately freezing. She grinned excitedly and waved at them-or maybe it was just at Junior, he didn’t know-, quickly making her way over to them.

“Hi kids!” She said with her infamous grin, bending down a little so she was at eye level with the doll. “Well, hello, Junior! Love the new look!” Junior shot her a quick wink, being as still as he could since they weren’t alone in the lobby.

Tiffany straightened herself up and looked at Devon. “Devon, so nice to see you again!” She said as if the last time they had met wasn’t when Devon was about to die, his best friend giving her a tiny but shaky smile.

The blonde woman looked at his ex and cousin, smiling at them. “And you must be Lexy and Jake! Jun-Jun’s talked so much about you both!” They both still looked uncomfortable and Junior felt Lexy’s grip around him tighten.

Tiffany clapped her hands together. “Come! Come, come, come, we have a lot to talk about!” She giggled and quickly turned around, sauntering off toward her hotel room.

Lexy sighed loudly. “If we die, I will make sure my ghost comes back to haunt you for eternity, Junior.” She muttered under her breath and started walking alongside his friends, making the doll snort quietly.

They walked slowly and hesitantly, cautiously looking around as if Chucky himself would pop out from the corner and try to stab them. Then again, that was always a possibility, since he was certain that there were plenty of other Chucky dolls still out there.

But that was a problem they would worry about for another day.

When they were alone in the hallway, Tiffany turned around to face the others. “Sweetface! C’mon, gimme a hug!” She said to Junior with her arms out.

Lexy held the doll a little closer to her so he broke out of doll mode and looked at her. “It’s okay, Lex. You can let me go.” He reassured her and after a moment, she passed him to the older woman.

Tiffany held Junior and hugged him close, grinning at him. “Oh, Jun-Jun, it’s been so long! I missed you!”

The doll chuckled a little and patted her shoulder. “I missed you too, Tiff, a lot.” He admitted, sending her a big smile.

She giggled and walked toward her door, the human kids walking carefully behind her and pressing themselves close to one another as if that was their way of protecting each other.

If anything, it’d just be easier to kill them. If Tiffany had a sword, she could through all three of them at once.

But Junior didn’t need to worry them anymore, so he would just keep his mouth shut.

Tiffany hummed under her breath and opened the door with one hand, the other arm still around the door. “Nica! Junbug’s back and we have guests!” She exclaimed as she walked inside.

Junior let out a long and loud sigh, hearing his so-called friends giggling quietly. That fucking Junbug nickname was never leaving now.

Damnit, Nica.

Speak of the devil-rather the exact opposite, actually-, Nica wheeled herself toward them. “Hey, Junior. You weren’t kidding when you said you got a makeover, you look great!”

Despite how annoyed the doll was at her for spreading that childish nickname, he still smiled at her. “Thanks, Nica. You look better now that you aren’t at risk of being possessed by a serial killer.”

Nica snorted and rolled her eyes but was still smiling. “Thanks,” she looked at the trio that were still being huddled together, “these must be your friends, right?”

Tiffany carefully placed Junior on the ground and he stood beside her, turning his head to look at the others. “Yeah! Jake, Lexy, Devon, this is Nica.” He looked back at Nica. “Nica, this…this is my family.”

It was the first time he said that, to say that the amazing people who accepted him back into their lives and forgave him after everything were his family. They truly were. Some by blood, some not. But he didn’t care.

He loved those idiots and would give his life again to protect them.

Besides, it did soften them a bit because when Junior looked back at them, he could see them relax more from his words.

It also looked almost like Jake was about to cry, so he made a mental note to tease his cousin a little for getting soft later.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you all.” Nica told them with a genuine smile.

The brunette woman seemed different than when the doll last saw her. She seemed a little more calm, even happy. He supposed getting a murderer out of someone’s body could make them feel better.

And maybe Tiffany was treating her good too, because she didn’t seem as tense as before a couple weeks ago.

Junior walked back toward the others, standing in front of his cousin, just as the blonde woman spoke. “Come on, why don’t we all sit down so we can talk!”

Whatever progress the doll thought they were making was obviously wrong, because his friends didn’t move. “I won’t bite!” Tiffany added in, sounding amused.

“No, but she will stab.” Jake randomly said, quite rudely.

Without another thought, Junior pulled his arm back and brought his elbow down as hard as he could on Jake’s kneecap.

His cousin immediately yelled out in pain, stumbling back and grabbing his knee. He could hear at least three voices yelling the doll’s name and a familiar high-pitched giggle, but Junior pointed a tiny finger at Jake. “Don’t be fucking rude!”

Jake stared back at him incredulously, still clutching his knee. “Are you fucking kidding me, Junior?!”

“No! Don’t be rude or I’ll elbow the other one!” He threatened, glaring at his cousin.

Lexy let out a quick laugh before she stopped herself. “I-I’m sorry, it’s just…Junior’s been threatening your kneecaps ever since he got here…and he actually did it, I didn’t think he would, but holy shit.” She said to Jake, still holding in her laughter while he stared at her in disbelief.

“Junior, play nice.” Tiffany said once she stopped giggling, obviously entertained by the show Junior gave her.

The doll huffed. “Fine…” he looked back at his cousin with a smirk, “but I still like to play dirty.”

“Fuck you, Junior!” Jake flipped him off, standing up straight fully but leaned more on the leg that the doll didn’t injure.

Tiffany propped her hands on her hips and raised both of her eyebrows. “Do you kids want to hear my plan or not?” She asked them, waiting on them to stop bickering.

They all went quiet, silently agreeing to listen, so Junior took a deep breath before turning to face the blonde woman.

“What’s the plan, Tiff?”