It's a Friday night and I don't have any friends (mostly because I kill them when they make me mad and let's face it i'm always mad.)So tonight I did what any 13 year old girl would do, complain to my mom.

"MOOOOOM!" I screamed down our dark hall.

With no answer I screamed louder,

"MOOoooOOM!" I sang out as I hoped down our wooden steps.

"Where the heck did she go!?" I asked myself, already getting frustrated.

Then I thought of who pretty much keeps a journal of where mom goes, my whiny, crybaby brother, glen.

''GLEN!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

''holy crap, Glenda! The neighbors don't need to hear you.'' Glen complained holding his ears.

"Where is 'mummy'?" Glenda giggled mocking Glen's accent.

"she's out for the night." He responded.

An evil grin spread across Glenda's pale face. She had been planning on bringing back her father for awhile waiting for the perfect moment. Glenda remembered everything that Glen saw. The only time she was ever happy was when she was with Chucky, too bad Glen was in control of the body or she would have really shown Chucky how much she enjoyed to kill.

Glen's P.O.V

''What an odd child.'' I muttered under my breath.

I watched as Glenda skipped to her room in joy. 'I wonder what she's up to this time?' I wondered. 'Was she planning on the neighbors? You really never know what to expect from a 13 year old killer. I lived with her for 13 years and I still never know, maybe it's because she's a girl?' I wondered as I tip toed up the steps to her room. I pushed against the door to make a tiny crack to look through. Glenda held a doll in her arms, but it wasn't just any doll. This doll had red hair and its face looked like it got run over by a bus, stomped on by a 800 pound man, shoved in a blender then got stitched by a blind man. Yep, that's my dad. Fear washed over me, I burst into the room and blurted out:

"Where did you find him!?"

Glenda was shocked at her brothers sudden appearance then she smiled ear to ear.

"Just you know, found him." She replied, with an evil smirk.

"Don't do it Glenda! Please?" i replied worried out of my mind.

"oh, when you put it like that NOOO! Besides i cant believe you don't like daD!" Glenda hissed while rehearsing the curse.

narrator's P.O.V

Glen didn't know how he felt about chucky. Yeah Glen killed him but they had their good moments. Deep down Chucky was proud to call Glen his son but he would NEVER admit it.

"Glenda please stop!" glen said almost crying.

"SHUT. UP. I'm going to do this with or without you. And honestly I don't like you so get out...Please." Glenda hissed trying to be polite in her own way.

"yeah, love you too, sis." Glen mumbled as he walked out of the room.

Glen sat behind the door with his ear suction cupped to the door. He listened to his sister yell out words, then thunder booming then nothing. he pressed his ear hard against the door eager to hear what came next.

"Whoa, who the heck are you?" A voiced asked.

Glenda's P.O.V

"Hi daddy! It's me, Glenda!" I replied pretty much bursting with joy, which is odd.

"congratulations you managed to bust my ear drums and annoy me in 10 seconds." Chucky complained scarcasticly.

I frowned at my dads cold reply. I then heard a small giggle behind the door. Chucky looked up at me and put his finger on his lips. He then quietly waddled over to my black door. He reached for the door knob but wasn't tall enough. I came and on a count of three I yanked the door open. Glen came flying in and landed on his back with a THUMP! Glenda snickered a bit then caught a glare from Glen.

"You know it isn't very nice to listen to other peoples conversations." Chucky said towering over Glen's face with a sneer.

"I'm just messin' with you!" chucky joked, while bursting into laughter.

Glen felt scared but now felt safer. And not a lot of people feel safe with Chucky so that was a good sign. As glen got up from the wooden floor he heard the front door open.

''Glen, Glenda i'm home early, sweetfaces!''