M/N is Tiffany Valentine's and Charles Lee Ray's best friend since age of 20.
Tiffany Valentine kills A police officer she had a deal with to get her hands on the infamous doll that Charles Lee Ray trapped himself inside of.
What will happen next?
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Swedish Meatballs were on a pan on the stove and next to it was red sauce.
"Look Chucky! I made Swedish Meatballs. Your favorite." Tiffany was carrying Chucky in her arms like a baby.
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"Honey...You shouldn't have."
"Well, I wanted everything tonight to look absolutely perfect." Tiffany looked at Chucky with a huge smile on her face.
Tiffany opened a small playpen to show Chucky.
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Tiffany placed Chucky on top of it so he can see it.
"What...the hell is that?"
"It's a playpen silly. For the nursery." Tiffany sat down next to the playpen getting to eye level with Chucky.
"You know Chucky, I still have the ring." Tiffany looked down at the ring she had on her ring finger, fiddling with it a bit.
"What ring?"
"The Ring. The one you left for me. I found it on the mantle the night you were killed. I've never taken it off." Tiffany smiled and laughed happy that they were finally going to get married.
"Oh that. The one I got from Vivian Van Pelt." Chucky told Tiffany once he realized what she's talking about.
"What- Vivian who?" Tiffany leaned closer to Chucky to make sure she heard correct.
"Vivian Van Pelt. I dumped her in the river, remember? That ring is worth 5 or 6 grand easy."
"You mean..." Tiffany stood up and faced Chucky. "You weren't gonna ask me to marry you?" Tiffany turned away from Chucky to get herself together.
"What are you? Fucking nuts? You...thought..." Chucky then let out a long maniac laugh throwing his head back trying to catch his breath.
A few tears left Tiffany's eyes and rolled down her face.
"You haven't changed. You'll never change... The hell was i thinking?" Tiffany shook her head at Chucky.
"The first the we gotta do is get me out of this body! Once. And. For. All!" Chucky demanded as he slammed his fist down on his leg.
Tiffany thought about something for a moment before turning to Chucky.
"No." Tiffany crouched down getting to Chucky's height. "I think I prefer you like this. You're kind of cute. Kind of like a little baby!" Tiffany began to tickle Chucky's stomach while both of them are laughing. Chucky throws his hands up laughing happily.
Tiffany stopped and picked up Chucky putting him in a position like when you're making a baby burp.
"Okay...Mommy's tired. Time to go to sleep." Tiffany dropped Chucky in the playpen before locking it with a master lock.
Tiffany walked away from Chucky.
"Okay. I get it. You're still hung up on the domestic thing. No problem! We'll get hitched."
Tiffany lit up a cigarette and walked over to Chucky.
Tiffany crouched down and said.
"Sorry. I'm not into short guy."
Tiffany blew a puff of cigarette smoke at Chucky. Chucky coughed and tried blowing the smoke somewhere else.
Tiffany walked over to her bedroom leaning on the wall of the entrance.
"My mother always said love will set me free. It's not true Chucky. I've been a prisoner of my love for you for a very long time. Now it's payback time."
Chucky moved the cage back and forth.
"You let me out of here right now!"
Tiffany walked into her bedroom and pulled the curtains that was used as a door.
"Sweet Dream Dickhead."
Tiffany grabbed her home phone and dialed a number.
XXX-XXX-XXXX -M/N L/N
The phone ringed a few times before a deep voice answered.
