#now I don't have to stalk around like a weirdo looking for charles

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You can track the gang members? Holy shit that's so cool

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can you write a story about chucky being insecure and tiffany comforting him ?

A/N: I don't really see Charles as the insecure/emotional type, but I suppose I can come up with something that some may consider an insecurity.

TW: Swearing

Though he'd never admit it, Charles has some serious abandonment issues. The thought of Tiffany leaving him was terrifying, but not as in the original sense of the word. The possibility didn't 'scare' him in itself. However, as a logical thinker, he knew her leaving him shouldn't be surprising in the least.

Which is mainly one of the reasons he follows her around like a lost puppy.

Everytime she wants to go somewhere, he needs to come with, or atleast know where she is at all times, no exception. And it sounds cute, until you understand from where their daughter gets her stalking habit from, and how insane he gets when he doesn't hear from his wife.

***

"Glen?"

The little boy, sitting on the white couch in the living room, looked up from his storybook. "Yeah, mum?"

"I'm going grocery shopping," Tiffany told him. "Just incase daddy and Glenda get worried."

"Okay."

Tiffany grabbed her keys and left. Moments later, Glenda rushed downstairs. "Where is mom?" she asked, her voice almost completely monotone as always.

"At the supermarket," said Glen, avoiding her gaze.

"When is she coming back?" she asked, a hint of annoyance present in her tiny features.

"I don't know," Glen told her.

His sister shot him a glare, one that he knew meant no good. Then she ran upstairs. "Weirdo," muttered Glen.

Next thing you know, Charles appears behind the little boy, out of nowhere, and grabs him by his shoulders. Glen jumps and drops the book. "Hey, kid. Your sister told me something just now," he said through gritted teeth. "Where's Tiffany?"

"S-she went to the store," Glen stammered. "She didn't say how long she would take-"

Charles circled him, studying his demeanor with intensity. "Is that so?" he asked, after a few long seconds. "Who's she with?"

"She didn't say... I think she went alone."

"That's not what the hellspawn said."

Glen turned to see his sister staring at them from around the corner, a devious grin plastered on her face. "Glenda's lying, dad. Mum went-"

His father's expression contorted into one of disgust, or anger. "Shut up," he ordered. "If she doesn't come back in an hour, I will kill you both."

"W-what?!" squeaked Glen, trembling from head to toe.

"That's right, you little shit. I will tie you up and gut you like a turkey on thanksgiving," he repeated. "Unless you tell me where she is... honestly."

Glen met his sisters eyes, who looked just as surprised as him.

"Daddy, you can't just-" she protested, but Charles cut her off.

"I can and I will," he stated before throwing his head back and cackling maniacally.

Some time later, Tiffany came back with two bags full of groceries in each hand. The house was completely dark when she entered it. "What the hell?" she wondered, switching the light on.

Only to see her kids tied up, back to back, sitting on the floor. Glen was frozen in place whilst his sister giggled and squirmed. "I-" Tiffany uttered. "What in the world happened to you two-?"

The woman hastily walked up to them, and began untying the rope. Suddenly, she felt someone standing behind her. "you're back," he said, his voice strangely calm.

Tiffany was perplexed, then annoyed. "I was gone for twenty minutes, you jackass!"

Charles's eyes drifted to the kids. "They were gettin' on my nerves," he stated, and handed her a knife to cut the rope.

"Dad threatened to kill us," Glenda told her. "He said he would gut us like a turkey on thanksgiving!"

"No I didn't," said Charles. "Be quiet before I stitch you mouth shut."

"Chucky!" protested Tiffany. "We're going to have a talk."

"I don't think we will," said Chucky, and tried to saunter away, but his wife had a firm hold on his arm.

"Oh, but we will."

She managed to get the kids out of the ropes and shooed them to their rooms.

"Explain," she demanded.

"I already told you," he said. "Them kids are obnoxious as fuck."

"Jesus Christ, Chucky. That doesn't give you the right to-"

"Fine, fine. I'll tell you."

Tiffany waited for him to say something, but he only stared at her silently.

"You do know you have to use words right?" she asked, visibly irritated. "I'm not a mind reader."

Chucky rolled his eyes. "I'm thinkin' how to put it into words."

"Well, I'm waiting."

"I can see that, you idiot."

"Call me that one more time and I swear I'll beat your ass."

"No you won't. you're weak as hell," he said, then appeared to get lost in thought for a moment. "That thing I did was to get them to answer my question. I wasn't actually gonna hurt 'em."

"That is not how you treat children, Chucky," said Tiffany, firmly. "Less your own."

Chucky stared at her blankly. "Listen, lady. If you don't come back some day, I ain't payin' no child support," he said. "That was to prove a point."

"So that's what this is about?"

"Huh?"

"You're afraid I'll leave you," she asserted.

"The fuck I am," protested Chucky. "Instead of worrying about what I do, why don't you worry about that demon offspring of a kid you got?"

"Excuse me?"

"That girl is batshit crazy. Tied her up and she started laughing," recalled Chucky. "I mean, that's some real psycho shit."

"I hope you're aware psychopathy is hereditary."

"So?" voiced Chucky. "You're telling me you're one?"

"No, you doofus. Don't turn this around on me," said Tiffany. Then she added: "You do know you can always talk to me, right?"

Chucky frowned. "Don't start with that sappy mushy-gushy shit."

Tiffany sighed. "Chucky, I'm serious. I'd rather you told me how you felt so I could understand you better, than have you suppress your feelings 'cause you think it's unmanly to show emotions - which for the record; it isn't."

"Right, right. Are we done here?"

"Chucky-"

"Great, bye," he said, and tried to walk past her. However, Tiffany grabbed his arm, spun him around and planted a kiss on his cheek. "That's fuckin' repulsive," Chucky complained, but didn't bother trying to get out of her embrace.

A/N: Not really active anymore. But if any of you want to request anything, feel free to do that. I might write something here and there. <3