I'm working on a Thorin x Hermione fanfiction and needed to write something else, and I decided to write a Chucky x OC fanfiction, since there isn't enough of these stories on net – if you ask me. Anyway, hope you'll like it and don't judge me, will you? This is the first time I write a Chucky story, and I know it's not perfect and maybe you'll think that I doesn't describe him good enough…but I would be happy if you gave me a chance ;)

Disclaimer:Only Valerie Rose Hayez and her friends belong to me!

Valerie Rose Hayez looked down at the box in her lap, wondering what was inside of it. Maybe a new dress? The thought caused her fingers to automatically pull in the black silk ribbons. She removed the paper slowly – that was her friend, Sarah's opinion.

"Rip it off, Rose!" Sarah said with an expectant smile, causing Valerie to giggle. She shook her head, and then opened the lid on top of the box and looked inside with huge eyes. In between grey and white pieces of paper, she caught a clear glimpse of two light blue eyes, staring back at her! It was a doll! And a scarred and demonic looking one two! She dropped the box and the doll fell out of it as she jumped up from the couch. Sarah let out a scream as she too saw the doll's hideous face with stitched scars and evilly crazy smile on its mouth.

"I've never seen anything like it!" Sarah exclaimed and grimaced. "So ugly!"

Valerie placed her hand on her chest in order to calm herself down, but then she suddenly wanted to laugh. It was just a doll! Not a rotten head or something dead that someone had given her in order to pull a prank on her. But a prank, it surely had to be!

"I'm sure it must have been Chris, my cousin, who has sent me this…birthday present," Valerie said and hesitantly picked up the doll. "That's so typical! Last year he put a dirty rock inside of an empty mobile box, tricking my brother. He was so disappointed when he understood he hadn't got a phone!" She shook her head and smiled.

"That's not really nice!" Sarah said. "Just look at it! He sure managed to scare the shit outta both of us! You've turned twenty; you deserve a better present, so I think we should give him something in return." A wicked smile curled on her best friend's lips and she knew a plan was being planned inside her clever head.

"What if we f…" but Valerie cut her off by saying: "Not now, Sarah…it's getting late, I'm not interested right now…I'm tired."

"Suit yourself, Rose, but I'll pay him a little visit right away." She gave her a quick hug, carefully so that she wouldn't bump into the little red-head that was still sitting on Valerie's arm.

"Good night," Sarah said and patted her shoulder. "If you want to, I can bring it outside for you and throw it in the trashcan?"

"No, that's not necessary," Valerie replied, surprising herself. She wasn't going to keep it, was she?

"Alright then. Bye!"

"Bye, Sarah." And Sarah was gone before she knew it, and Valerie regretted she didn't go with her, but only a little. It also felt good to be alone, so she did not follow her friend.

"Now it's only you and me, weird-looking doll," Valerie muttered and looked into its blue eyes.

"What's your name?" She took hold of its waist and it seemed like her fingers had pushed a button or something – 'cause out of the smiling mouth, sounds was let out. A few words actually, from some machinery inside the doll's body.

"Hi! I'm Chucky! Wanna play?"

"Is it really necessary to scare me to death…Chucky?" Valerie said breathlessly, almost dropping him on the floor. She sighed deeply and made her way up to second floor where the bathroom was. She placed him on a wooden bench that her big brother often had used when he was a child, vis-à-vis the black bathtub with golden lion paws. She looked at Chucky behind her back in the mirror. He had orange, spiky hair, blue dungarees, a red-, blue-, green, and yellow striped shirt and tiny red shoes with white laces. The face caught her interest for sure; it was stitched and scarred and fearful! But she had to admit that he was kind of cute too, but only if you ignored the red scars. It looked realistic and painful.

Valerie shook her head, trying to ignore those hunting, cold blue eyes. Instead she looked at her reflection as she combed her long hair.

She was quite pale, but next to the creamy skin it was clear shades of red; two rosy cheeks. That was why everyone, except from her family, called her Rose. Set beneath a thick mane of hair were big eyes of mossy green. Her lips were parted, as if about to say something, but instead she kept it shut. Normally she would have spoken to herself. Her hair was curly and brown with blonde stripes; she had quite recently streaked it. And normally she wouldn't wear any makeup, but this day she had decided to wear eyeshadow and mascara because of the birthday party she had held. (Sarah had been the last one to leave the house). She cleaned up the makeup stuff but dropped a small box with liquid eyeshadow as a sound from behind her back caught her attention.

"Is someone there?" She spoke up nervously but silenced as she suspected the sound to come from something close to the scary Chucky doll. She looked at him and gasped as she noticed the two small hands in his lap. She couldn't remember she had placed him on the bench like that! Hadn't those hands been resting on the bench, and not in his lap?!

"Calm down, silly girl," she told herself and breathed shakily. "Don't scare yourself like that! His hands have been there all the time, of course they have!" She looked back in the mirror and noticed that she had spilled purple, liquid eyeshadow all over her white shirt. Perfect! She pulled it quickly off over her head and threw it in the laundry basket beside the washer. The black skirt and the green stockings went the same way, and now she stood there in her matching Fifty shades of grey underwear. White bra and knickers with laces – she had been dared to buy that cheeky underwear. She enjoyed wearing it though.

It felt like he was staring at her and she couldn't help but shudder. She looked at him, a little embarrassed by feeling uncomfortable because he was in the same room with her. Why did she feel it this way? He wasn't alive for god's sake! It was absolutely nothing to be afraid of!

"What is it…Chucky?" Valerie couldn't help but ask, but then she let out a giggle. "Do you like my new bra…and my knickers?" She turned around so that he could 'see' all of it, and smiled playfully at him, feeling a little stupid as she did so.

"I need to get some sleep." And so she removed the makeup in her face and brushed her teeth, and then she picked the doll up and walked out of the bathroom. Her room contained a bed, a desk where her laptop was placed, a wardrobe and one bench and one chair. Posters of Tim Burton movies, fantasy motives and some Indian dreamcatchers hung on the walls. She had very mixed interests for sure.

She threw the doll aside and closed the door. The wind was hauling like a bunch of ghosts just outside of the open window, but she enjoyed the fresh summer air and didn't bother to close it.

"Well, good night then, Chucky," she said dryly before finding her way under the soft cotton sheets. Her pillow was so soft that she almost fell asleep at once.

The next morning she woke up early and quickly dressed on jeans and a plain, black shirt. It was Sunday and she had summer vacation; that means good food, relaxing and lots of funny things to do outside, such as taking a bath in the ocean. And maybe she would pay Sarah a visit afterwards when she probably would get bored. If only she had someone to live with in this utterly silent apartment! But she had no boyfriend and Sarah was determined to live in her parent's house vis-à-vis the university where she studied. Valerie moved out last year when she at last got a job on the local print shop next to the mall.

"Well, I have you now, Chucky," Valerie said and looked to where she thought she had more or less thrown the little scarred ginger aside, but he wasn't there! She looked under the desk and under the bed, but he was gone!

Once she was downstairs, she made her way to the small living room but stopped in her tracks as she saw a certain ginger by the keyboard.

"H…h…how?" Valerie gaped at him. "How is it possible? The door is locked!" No one could have gotten inside and put him down here! She was sure of it! Valerie sat down and breathed in, and then out. She seriously had to calm down before her heart jumped up in her throat!

Her eyes widened as she came to think of something; she had been drinking during the birthday party. Mango daiquiri and fruit wine, and it had surely been playing with her mind; she couldn't come up with any other explanations! She had been a little bit drunk when she went up to bed last night, hadn't she? She had never taken the doll with her, but left it downstairs! Of course!

"You won't scare me, doll," she said to him and walked past him, feeling much better.

Now it was about time to find something to eat, and after scanning the whole refrigerator, she figured it would be nice with apple jelly and a glass of milk. She sat down by the old, rickety table and thought for the tenth time that she really should pay the furniture store a visit. She turned on the radio and started eating a fine slice of bread with yellow jelly. Now she could finally relax! Chucky was not in her thoughts at all and she had several times told herself that her mind was only playing her a trick: It's just a doll, Valerie. He can't walk down the stairs. I must have put him there myself!

Once she was done eating her breakfast, she decided to go brush her teeth. And so she walked up the steep stairs, into the bathroom and picked up a green toothbrush from the decorative, black cup she always had used as home for her toothbrushes. The smell of spearmint filled the mild air in the bathroom and she smiled to her reflection. Her mouth was filled with white foam, and it would soon drip if she did not close her mouth. When she was done she put the toothbrush back into the black cup and then started undress.

She decided to take a bath, so she fetched some soap in the closet and then turned on the water. It would soon get very hot, and so she opened the door, letting a swirl of air in, making the temperature a little more normal. Her clothes lay now in a messy pile around her naked feet, and the white Fifty shades of grey underwear soon found the way down to the black floor as well. She was fully naked now, and her hair had loosened and was not in a ponytail anymore, all tousled and wildly curled. The nipples stiffened as soon as the air from the open door hit them.

She sat down in the bathtub and sighed deeply as the warm water engulfed more and more of her body. Valerie had truly a relaxing time and didn't notice that something was very wrong before a sound suddenly snapped her back to reality. She saw a messy, orange head. It was Chucky, and it seemed he had leaned forward to peek behind the door, but then stumbled. He stood up and looked at her, and the once before so empty and lifeless plastic-eyes seemed so real and clear. They were shining! She only sat there in the water in four-five seconds before screaming. She jumped out of the bath and quickly wrapped a towel around her soaked body.