#the family! au chucky

[cornerofhell]

Tiffany: ANDY! What the hell, I have been worried sick!

Andy: Calm down mom, I took them to the mall to hang out.

Chucky: The mall closes at nine, kid. It's 12 o'fucking clock

Andy: We stopped off for ice cream!

Glenda: WHEN THE FUCK DID WE GET ICE CREAM?!

[fairchilds-glasses]

I just found this Snapchat video that I completely forgot about so

@nicascurls @barclaysangel

This is literally what happens everytime Rachel goes to the cabin to see Nica, Andy and Alice (she’s only there for Alice)

Just does not put her down 😂

Have I had this video saved since 2017? Maybe

[cult-of-dollbabies]

"Chucky & Tiffany are good parents."

[barclaysangel]

This is 100% Mike during winter in any of our AUs XD

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DD3k1NlMMdn/?igsh=MTdhMXd1Z3h0YnY5eQ==

Oh my gods I’m wheezing, this is so Mike and his attitude towards shoveling snow XD

[nicascurls]

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@barclaysangel

This is 100% Andy with Caroline/Henry or Alice when he first adopted her.

And if it's Henry it was one of the factors that made Charlotte think, 'Wait, my husband is actual trash!' XD

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Chucky/Tangled AU

(( Closed Rp With @barclaysangel <3 ))

*Prince Julian Wheeler was the first born to King Andy and Queen Nica, with the boy being loved by many throughout the kingdom ever since his birth had been announced. In fact, he was a miracle child, as Queen Nica had gotten sick shortly before he was born. However, she was given a magical healing flower In the form of a stew for her to drink, which saved her life as well as Julian's. But sadly, only a few nights after the prince was born, he was taken away by a mysterious elderly man In the middle of the night and was gone just like that. And since then, the king and queen, as well as the rest of the kingdom, would light lanterns and release them Into the night sky every year on his birthday, hoping that one day, their lost prince would come home*

*It remained this way for the next eighteen years as the prince grew older, with the elderly man keeping him locked away In a far off tower, his hair growing long as It was found out to be the secret to keeping the man young. All It took was a simple song and the boy's hair would grow a bright gold and would not only keep the man young, but could heal any wound he could possibly have. Julian spent most of his days alone as the man he thought was his father, named Charles, would be gone almost the whole day as Julian filled the tower's walls with multiple paintings and sketches as well as did many other tasks throughout his day, such as cooking, cleaning, reading, sewing, and even brushing his extremely long and curly hair to keep him occupied. He did this every day, pretty much like a daily routine, one that he would often find himself getting bored over as Charles had feared him away from ever leaving the tower, saying that the outside world was a dark and dangerous place filled to the brim with horrible and scary people that wanted to harm him*

*So, the prince remained In the tower all day and every day, just taking care of his daily tasks until his so-called father decided to return from whatever expedition he decided to go on for the day. But Julian was particularly excited since his eighteenth birthday was coming up In a couple of days and he was ready to Inform his father on the matter as he painted over a new spot he found In the tower alongside his pet chameleon and only friend, Lydia*

[lexyscross]

Oh, the feminine urge to write an AU where the Rays are serial killers, but they're also still a loving, seemingly "wholesome" All-American Family.

I know, I know, I know, we love that Peter and Elizabeth were just 2 normal, nice people, but I just think about Chucky's lying ass "killing is a family tradition," and my brain can't help but fly away! 🥺

[rroaddkill]

DRAMA!!!

A new user has entered the conversation 👀👀! (A Rude) Welcome to Andy Barclay!

(For legal reasons this is all fake, fake accounts on a fake app written purely for morbid entertainment reasons, no one is in any actual danger! These are all fictional characters!!)

[xhellodollyx]

Amy is pretty much cursed from the moment she's born that her downfall in life will be her parents—that their actions lead her down the path of selling her own soul and ultimately dying later on in life because of them. She knows it, they start to realize it, and nothing can be done about it. 😊

[streets-in-paradise]

Andy * trying to make a point to the kids as part of his advice*: In life the only thing that you get for free is disgrace.

*someone knocks the door*

Andy * answers and finds Tiffany at the other side*

Andy: See? You name her and she comes.

[marvelmaniac715]

I love watching the Addams Family live action movies and I love the Chucky franchise, so what did I do? I combined them of course! This is the story of Charles Ray-Addams, a descendant of the original Addams clan, and his family - his lovely wife and twin children, along with his best friend, the reanimated corpse of Eddie Caputo. The neighbourhood in which they reside lives in fear.

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John Oak nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt. He was just an elementary school teacher, he wasn’t used to doing home visits. But there was a family in this neighbourhood who had two young children and refused to send them to school or register them as homeschooled, so John had been sent to enrol the two six year olds as soon as possible.

The house he was standing in front of freaked him out. It was a large, Victorian gothic style mansion, entirely black and grey, with a garden overflowing with weeds. Every second window was caked in a thick layer of dust or smashed, and, rather fittingly in John’s opinion, a murder of crows clustered in the bare trees that surrounded the house’s grounds.

He couldn’t see any people, that was, until he heard a child humming in the distance. When he narrowed his eyes and used his hand to shield his face from the sun, John could spot a small, pale girl with curly red hair partially hidden underneath a black sun hat. 

There was a man standing next to her with dark curly hair and brown eyes, assisting the girl as she carefully examined a row of flowers and used a switchblade to carefully pluck them from the grass. It wasn’t just flowers she was collecting, there was also half a dozen weeds lining her basket as the girl busied herself with her task. 

John was fairly certain that this was Glenda, the younger twin. To confirm his suspicion, John walked up to the girl, who was kneeling on the ground, and politely tapped her on the shoulder. When she glanced up at him with curious blue eyes, the man asked:

“Excuse me, are you Glenda Ray?”

The child grinned and corrected him:

“Ray-Addams, how can I help you, sir?”

John breathed a sigh of relief, but that sigh caught in his throat when he actually got a good look at the man next to Glenda. His eyes were almost pitch black, and his skin was so pale that he was almost see-through, with a visible waxy texture. There was a thin line encircling his throat, it looked almost like dry, flaking blood. Not to mention the smell emanating from him, it was almost like meeting a corpse! 

But he had no time to ask questions about this man, not when he had more pressing matters to get to. Shaking his head in disbelief, as if denial could make the man next to Glenda look more, well, normal, John asked:

“I need to speak to your parents, is this your dad?”

The girl pressed her lips into a thin line and shook her head vehemently, curls bobbing about in the wind in her passion. Then, she stood, pointed towards the man and said:

“No, that’s Uncle Eddie. My papa’s in his study, would you like me to take you to him?”

John nodded, and then, just to fill the awkward silence, gestured towards Glenda’s basket and said:

“Those are lovely flowers, are you giving them to someone?”

Glenda winced for some reason before nodding:

“Yes, they’re for my mama. It’s not my fault they’re lovely, but I can fix them.”

Then, a few moments passed as Glenda looked intently into John’s eyes, before raising her switchblade and advancing towards him slowly.

“You have interesting eyes. My doll Marie Antoinette lost an eye the last time I played with her, may I have one of yours to take its place?”

John paled immediately, and he turned to ‘Uncle Eddie’ for support, and for a moment he thought he’d found it as the man’s face grew serious, but he merely knelt down to Glenda’s height and gently admonished the girl:

“Now Glenda, what did your papa say about injuring people?”

Glenda sighed in disappointment and obediently recited:

“Don’t grievously harm someone without first asking for consent.”

John strongly considered running away, but before he could, Glenda clasped her hands behind her back, switchblade still clutched firmly in hand, smiled innocently and asked in a sugary sweet tone:

“Would it be alright if I took your eye out, sir?”

Eddie smiled and nodded encouragingly at his ‘niece’, and John began to think that he would die here. Then, sensing that there wouldn’t be an answer she liked, Glenda sighed and reached out a hand for one of John’s now shaking hands, grasping it firmly as she led him towards the house, instructing Eddie to search for worms and slugs as she clutched her basket in the other hand.

As the pair reached the door, Glenda removed the flowers from her basket and, using her switchblade, carefully cut the heads off, leaving only the stems, leaves and thorns, whilst the weeds remained fully intact. With a satisfied smile, Glenda placed the butchered plants back into her basket and knocked on the door three times. 

The door was answered by a blonde woman who was even paler than her daughter (Glenda had to be her daughter, the two looked so similar). The woman smiled politely at John and introduced herself as Tiffany, confirming that she was Glenda’s mother as she invited him inside. When she caught sight of her daughter’s basket and discovered that the plants were for her, she gasped in delight, kissing her child on the cheek as she carefully placed the weeds and stems in a vase and gushed:

“Oh darling, they’re grotesque! I love them, thank you!”

As John entered the hallway, greeted by entirely monochrome decor, he was offered a glass of lemonade by Tiffany. To avoid being a bad houseguest he accepted, and asked what ingredients were in it. As he raised the glass to his lips, Tiffany responded:

“Lemons, sugar, water, and of course a dash of deadly nightshade to give it some flavour.”

When John heard the last ingredient, his eyes widened as he spluttered and dropped the glass in a panic, thankful that he hadn’t drank any. Immediately, he dropped to his knees to begin gathering the shards of glass together before searching for a trash can, but Tiffany simply shook her head and said:

“Oh, there’s no need, my little girl loves walking on broken glass, I’ll just put the shards on a shelf in the twins’ play room.”

Deeply disturbed, John handed over the broken glass shards and watched as Tiffany went upstairs. Using the silence to her advantage, Glenda crept over to John and grabbed his hand whilst yelling ‘boo!’ She was satisfied by the man’s flinch and grinned as she steered him towards the stairs and called out:

“Papa, there’s a man here to see you!”

There was a prolonged period of silence as a faint crashing sound could be heard from upstairs. But then, a man called down:

“Alright, send him up, my little demon.”

Glenda gave John a gentle shove, adjusted her hat and blurted out:

“Second door on the left!”

Then, she ran back outside, leaving John to face her father entirely alone, with a great deal of dread. He deliberately dragged out his journey upstairs, stopping on every second step to tie his shoelaces or catch his breath. He was so slow that he passed Tiffany on her way back downstairs, and she’d been up there for a good twenty minutes tidying her children’s play room. But he couldn’t delay it forever, and John eventually found himself knocking on the open door of what looked like a study.

When he knocked, a man with wild dark curls that rivalled his daughter’s looked up from his desk with a manic grin. Then, without warning, he launched a dagger at John, who dodged at the very last minute, making a beeline for the safety of the study before wheezing:

“You tried to kill me!”

The man shrugged and insisted, still with a grin on his face:

“I was only testing your reflexes, I like a man who can dodge knives, my own father couldn’t.”

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added:

“The police never found the body.”

John shuddered, becoming increasingly more disturbed. He took a moment to look around the room, his eyes landing on a variety of unusual sculptures and paintings. Each one seemed to depict a human being in a great deal of pain, there was blood featured in every piece, and John wanted to vomit. 

Strangely, on one of the walls, there was a cork board filled with pencil drawings done entirely in black and white, also depicting suffering and creepy things, but the drawings looked more like scribbles. Noticing that John was looking at the pictures, his surprisingly jovial attacker said:

“I created most of the pieces in here, but the drawings on that cork board were made by my daughter Glenda, isn’t she talented? I’m Charles by the way, Charles Lee Ray-Addams.”

With these final words the man reached out to shake John’s hand. Before John could say the reason why he was here in order to get this visit over with as soon as possible, a red headed little boy poked his head round the door. 

Unlike the other inhabitants of this house, he wore colours other than black - a bright blue and green striped T-shirt. He wasn’t all that pale either, he had rosy pink cheeks, and a touch of sunburn that indicated that he’d been playing outside all day. He was clutching a piece of paper in his right hand, and he presented it to his father with a proud grin:

“I drew this for you, papa!”

The drawing was clearly created using crayons, and it was the brightest, most eye-catching thing in the room, comprised of blues and yellows and greens that stood out against its monochrome surroundings. It was meant to be a drawing of a barn, with a big yellow sun in the top corner, but because the drawing’s creator was only six years old, it looked more like a bunch of scribbles. 

When Charles looked at his son’s drawing, he thanked him and went to place it inside a locked drawer, before noticing the hopeful look on the young boy’s face and deciding to pin it up with Glenda’s sketches, causing Glen (because it had to be Glen) to bounce up and down with joy. When Glen had calmed down, Charles bent down and ruffled his son’s hair before gently instructing:

“It’ll be dinner soon, how about you go downstairs and get to your seat before your sister sticks pins in it again?”

Glen nodded and left the study, waving politely at John as he left. When Glen was halfway down the stairs, Charles turned to John and shook his head fondly, confessing:

“He’s not much of an Addams, but he’s still my son so I love him anyway. I suppose it’s the Ray in him, my father was an eternal optimist, the only time he stopped smiling was when he lost our little game of knife toss. Odd man, but at least I got his money when he passed away.”

John was utterly perplexed, how was this sweet young boy the black sheep of the family? He felt an urge to speak up on Glen’s behalf so he cleared his throat and insisted:

“Glen seems like a perfectly fine, healthy, normal boy. There’s nothing wrong or odd with him.”

Charles flinched as if he’d been struck, immediately replying:

“There’s no need to insult the boy, Damballa knows he’s tormented enough by his sister.”

John blinked in shock, unable to process what was even going on anymore. Instead, he decided to press on with the reason for his visit.

“Now, Mr Ray-Addams, about why I’m here-‘

“Ah, yes, why have you come to see me? Trouble with the authorities again? I have a wonderful lawyer, he’s gotten me off of death row four times now, I’ll just call him and let him know what misdemeanours I’ve committed this time, shall I?”

John shook his head and laughed nervously, now realising that he was probably talking to a murderer. 

‘Uh, no. It’s about your children, Glen and Glenda…”

He trailed off, realising that he didn’t want to teach the Ray-Addams children. But he couldn’t back out now, could he? He could always suggest homeschooling, right? That was a valid option that the family could consider (so that John never had to see them again). He’d dawdled for quite some time, and in that time Charles had gotten comfortable on his swivel chair and was absentmindedly using pencils as javelins to spear flies that buzzed around his study.

“What about my children, sir? I’m sorry, I just realised that I don’t know your name.”

John squeaked out a terrified:

“John Oak.”

Before returning to silence once more. He was terrified because the more this man knew about him the easier it would be for him to track down and murder him if John said something he didn’t like. So John had to play it very safe. With this in mind, he began explaining:

“Your children were never enrolled into a daycare, or a kindergarten. Local authorities just want to make sure that the twins are enrolled for the next school year, when they turn seven in about four weeks. Or of course you could homeschool, that might be better for you. You’d just have to make it official by filling out a form.”

Charles rested a hand on his chin and nodded thoughtfully as he said:

“My wife and I have been educating our children since they were born. My daughter has a particular passion for Shakespearean tragedies, and my little Glen learnt the periodic table before he learnt his ABCs, the boy just loves blowing things up, that’s how I know for certain that he’s an Addams.”

John nodded and let out a grateful sigh, excited that the Ray-Addams family would be homeschooling. With the decision seemingly made, John produced the required forms on his phone and sat down on a nearby chair to ask Charles a few questions.

“So, what is your current occupation?”

Charles shrugged and replied:

“I inherited a lot of money from my Great Uncle Gomez, not to mention the money from my father, so I mostly just do whatever interests me. I produce and sell art, I suppose. Is that my occupation or should we just put ‘unemployed’?”

John simply wrote ‘unemployed’, and moved on at a rapid pace, firing questions at Charles who had no trouble with keeping up and responding to each question with an in depth answer. Finally, the form was completed, and John could have jumped for joy that he was now able to leave. As he stood up and shook Charles’ hand, beginning to make his exit, Charles politely asked:

“We’re having a family game night tonight after dinner, would you like to stay?”

John was cursed with an inability to be impolite, so he found himself nodding, and immediately regretting that choice. In an attempt to find something positive in this situation, John timidly asked:

“W-what game would we be playing?”

Charles gave him another manic grin and replied:

“Executioner, it’s Glenda and I’s favourite game.”

John didn’t need any more context or proof of the Ray Addams family’s insanity, he simply bolted downstairs and out of the house without a word, faintly aware of Charles calling after him:

“Wait, you’ll come back sometime, won’t you?!”

[yandereloveraw]

My depiction of Touya/Dabi's kid with Fem! Y/N from my Seed of Chucky quotes with them. Jokes on you, Touya. Your kid is bigender and identifies as a girl and boy. xD [I think I'll refer to them as "Sweetface" since I don't have a name for them.]

Picrew belongs to the creator

[fairchilds-glasses]

Breaking the Dollhouse/Final Family AU

On the subject of making Annie's birthday, Rachel's birthday too. This is the adults celebrating Rachel's birthday. XD

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5ADPySrRrP/?igsh=eTd0dnh1d24xcWpz

Hahahaha so accurate yes! The drunk 4am conversations just hit different and with the adults it’s just so fucking chaotic all the time XD

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

So in the horror fam au is Chucky like Salem from the 90s Sabrina show cause I can totally see him being that

He very much is. They usually have him trapped in one of those glass doll cases with only a remote for entertainment. Now, listening in and commenting on the kids drama? They're the real entertainment.

[barclaysangel]

Junior survives and lives with Miss Fairchild AU @fairchilds-glasses

Rachel, teaching Junior how to drive: This navigation system is all messed up.

Rachel: It thinks we're in a park.

Rachel, looking up: Oh, my god! It is a park! Away from the kids! Aim for the lake!

Junior, screaming and trying to drive: Oh my god! I don't want to die!

[nicascurls]

Rachel: We can do this. Let's make a pact.

Nica: What, to kill ourselves?

Andy: *looks up* I'm in.

Rachel: No, let's make a pact to follow our dreams and fucking make it happen. We can be anything we want to be!

Kyle: And if that doesn't work, just do what I do and drastically lower your expectations.