~Silent Type~ (Chucky x strong M reader x Slappy)

4:F*cking A Dumba*s!!🍋

(Tw: needles, forcible usage of drugs, smut ofc~, overstimulation, 3some, dolls LOTS of dolls)
(Reminder- I made Chucky&Slappy around  3ft. So in comparison,  toddler height)

(M/n POV)

How rude I thought it was a brilliant idea. How am I supposed to know you're not supposed to do those things with blisters? I got all these ideas from Home Alone for crying out loud!  As soon as I was at a small little control desk, full of around 6 different monitors and a small little microphone with 2 buttons.
It was simple enough for me to control, you switched the monitor to the room you want to speak through, then you push your simple red button on the microphone and when you speak, it echoes into that room.

Pretty cool, yeah?

I clapped my hands at the thought causing me to immediately regret my decision and hiss in pain.
I let out a small whine holding my sore bandaged hand against the heat of my stomach.
Pushing my pain aside and push the button on the small in a com speaking into the mic.

M/n: "Are you both ready to cooperate now? I wouldn't want to force my hand, would you? " I asked calmly.
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(Chucky pov)

The painful burn had long died down, my hand was now only sore. Hopefully, my plastic wasn't too melted to the point where I couldn't use my hand again. That'll be a real pain in the ass.

The damn puppet was in the corner of the room trying to pull up the carpet and floorboards. And I was trying to use the 'small' dagger to unlock the door without touching the hot metal.

I was so close to getting it before a beep was heard threw the intercom in the ceiling.

A loud shrill blasted from the intercom. I dropped my knife and Slappy stopped pulling up that carpet to cover his ears. Covering one ear with one hand I picked up the knife again and stabbed the doorknob repeatedly, desperate to get this famed thing unlocked!

(M/n pov)

*ding dong*

I quietly sigh hearing my doorbell echo throughout my home. Walking down my long flight of stairs at a brisk pace I walk three my living area to the main front door.

There stood the man I remember as Andy and another man whom I don't recognize. He was a bit on the bigger side and had a cleanly shaven face with glasses. He was wearing a mostly all-black suit that was freshly pressed and had a bag over his shoulder which seemed to have something large inside.

Andy: "Oh hey M/n did know you lived so deep in the forest. It took quite a bit of track to find you 5 hours to be exact and it took 3 hours just to get here. But that's the point I - er we need to talk." he spoke calmly.

Something was off about them they looked slightly nervous but they continued to keep eye contact with me, gauging my reaction. My face was blank but my having to stare down at them cast a shadow on my face making me seem more intimidating.
They shifted uncomfortably but let out a puff of air they didn't know they were holding until I sidestepped letting them in my home. They whispered to each other as I led them to my large couch. They didn't even know how to act when sitting on something so expensive, they looked as stiff as bored.
Now turning to face them I spoke.