I'm sitting crisscross on my bed, while the doll sits in front of me. "Chucky." I repeated, watching him grin as he heard his name escape my lips. "Yeah, Tiff?" Chucky asked. "So, You're a possessed doll?" I asked, as I rested my head on my hands. "Yeah doll, been for a few years now." He answered, looking down at his body, with a small frown on his lips.
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