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A/N: Sorry about the evil title of doom...

A Hell of a Family Reunion

As Glen stared in horror at Chucky, Tiffany buried her face into her hands. How could she be stupid enough to keep her and Chucky near the front door where just about anyone could just walk in and see them?

"But, but..." Glen stuttered as he tried to find what he was wanting to say.

"But what?" Chucky asked with a grin.

"I killed you!" Glen burst.

"You and four others," Chucky said with disgust. His number wasn't just random either, four other people had killed him before Glen. The first one had been Andy's mother, Karen, who had shot him. The second was Kyle, who had blew him up, then Andy finally killed him with the fan. And the last before Glen was Jade who had also shot him. He had a feeling that anyone who points a gun at him will make him madder than anything else in the world. Getting shot was probably the worst way to die.

"Glenda can't see you," Glen said out of nowhere and Tiffany looked up at him with a smile. Finally, someone who understood.

Chucky crossed his arms. "What is the big deal here?" He glared at both Tiffany and Glen. He hoped that Glen would be smart enough to give him an answer.

"Do you have any idea what Glenda would do if she saw you?"

"Wonder what the fuck is going on?"

Glen shook his head. "No, Dad, she does have some recollection of you from the time she took over in my doll body! Don't you remember?"

"Of course I do, how the hell could I forget?" Chucky shivered. That had been one scary event and he hoped it would never happen again.

"Okay then. Glenda knows you are her father, and if she knows your back, she's going to have a hell of a day. She is aiming towards becoming a serial killer you know, and if you're involved, the world could be in trouble."

Jackpot! So Chucky did have a sensible kid, too bad it was a girl though. He would have preferred a boy. But then one was better than none, especially if it had only been Glen.

Tiffany gave Glen a look of pity and shook her head. He shouldn't have told Chucky that. She knew that Chucky was now going to be more determined to meet Glenda. That was one reason why she didn't want Chucky meeting her. He would lead her straight into murder and for years and years she had fought to keep Glenda out of it.

Tiffany and Glen watched in horror as Chucky's grin became a grin that signaled thought, mischievous thought.

"We are in deep shit," Tiffany said worriedly.

Chucky sat quiet for awhile and studied Glen. He then looked at Tiffany who had sat down and hid her face as if trying to think of what to do.

Chucky knew exactly what he was going to do!

He went over to Tiffany and stood her up onto her feet. She looked at him with worried confusion.

"Can I speak to you, upstairs?" Chucky asked in a sweet voice to get her away from Glen.

"It'd be best upstairs," Tiffany sighed.

"It sure would," Chucky said acting like he wanted something more than a talk from her.

Glen watched his parents go upstairs and when they disappeared he sat down on the couch to think things over. He hoped to god that Chucky wasn't planning anything too serious.

When Chucky managed to get Tiffany into her bedroom he helped her up onto the bed, then gave her a smile, turned and ran out the door, slamming it behind him and blocking it so she couldn't escape.

She was immediately at the door banging on it and screaming for him to let her out. Chucky ignored her, grabbed Glen's doll body and drug it downstairs to where Glen sat.

Glen saw the doll and his eyes widened.

"How did I know you were planning to do that?" Glen asked.

"Because it's more than obvious, kid! Anyway, you can't ruin my plans as a doll."

Glen went to stop him but had a second thought. It had been his life as a doll. A life with his doll parents, having Chucky around to take him out, even if it was to kill, and Tiffany there to… well, she did try to keep Chucky from doing anything real bad. She pretty much kept things in order.

"Let's just get this over with," Glen said sitting down on the floor.

Chucky was more than confused at that moment and stared at Glen almost in horror.

"I'm not going to fight it Dad, our family is a family of dolls. Plus, being human is so damned hard and irritating."

Chucky smiled. "Don't I know it." He grabbed the same statue that he had used on Tiffany and waited for Glen to protest but he didn't. So, Chucky whacked Glen with it and said the chant, all while watching the front door.

He had a suspicious feeling that something very weird was going to happen.

Once Glen woke up, which to Chucky's surprise was very quick, they drug Glen's human body upstairs and into the attic, which would have been Glen's room but became the guest room instead. After that they went back to where Tiffany was still screaming and unblocked the door.

They both leaped back as Tiffany came bursting out of the room in a blind fury. She whirled around to Chucky and clobbered him straight in the chest.

Chucky fell backwards and hit the floor with a loud thud and moaned in pain.

"I can't believe you!" Tiffany went to say more and continue to beat the shit out of him but Glen stopped her.

"Mum, it's okay. I let him do it."

Tiffany turned to Glen with her mouth dropped open. "Honey, but…"

"As I told Dad, it's not the greatest thing being human. Being doll had more to it, and besides, I was born like this."

Tiffany sighed. "Alright, if you're fine with it, then I am," she said giving Glen a hug. She let go and slowly turned to Chucky who had pulled himself up and was wiping himself off. "What are we going to do about Glenda?"

Chucky grinned. "Well, you and Glen don't want me to see her nor she see me, so let's get the hell outta here and make it look like you guys got murdered," he said.

"I can't do that, Chucky," Tiffany said giving her usual sad look.

Chucky raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"She wouldn't be able to live without me!"

Glen laughed. "That's what I told her and she didn't believe me! She said she was perfectly capable of living a life on her own," he said shaking his head.

"For god sakes, she doesn't even know what she's talking about."

Chucky took an impatient deep breath. "Just decide what you are going to do, and let's go," he said.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," Tiffany said burying her face into her hands.

"You're the one who doesn't want me to see her, so it's your fucking fault," Chucky told her with a shrug.

"Fuck you," Tiffany snapped.

"Later, babe, we've got work to do."

"Yeah, Mum, we have to-- oh, Dad!"

Chucky raised is hands in surrender. "What?"

"You are sick," Glen said walking quickly away.

"Oh, come on! It's a perfectly natural thing, Glen! Grow the fuck up," Chucky yelled at him.

Tiffany sighed. "Don't do that to him right now," she said giving Chucky a stern look.

"He's fucking 18, Tiff! Sex and girls should be like the only real thing on his mind right now, he's supposed to be going through the teenage boy part of his life," Chucky said giving Tiffany a side glance of annoyance.

"That's not like him."

"Pfft, whatever. He's only like this is because you made him that way."

"Chucky, shut the fuck up, we have work to do, remember?"

"Sometimes I really hate you," Chucky said following Tiffany down to the front door.

"Nothing new to me. You can have a nice long hate if you want to, if it makes you feel better," Tiffany said with a smirk.

Chucky narrowed his eyes at her. "You're pushing my limits, dear," he said with his teeth clenched.

"It seems that I've developed a talent for that."

"Arrrgh! Would you just shut the fuck up?"

"Dad! Mum! Cut it out, we have to move quickly because Glenda's going to be home any minute!" Glen gave his parents a dirty look and Tiffany lowered her head like a little kid would but Chucky crossed his arms and glared at Glen.

"When the hell did you become so mouthy?" Chucky asked Glen while giving Tiffany a "it was you, wasn't it" kind of look.

Tiffany flipped him off.

"Honey, I told you before that that can come later," Chucky said sticking his tongue out at her with a smile. "You really need to stop taking those sexual enhancement pills, you know."

Glen stepped in front of Chucky and stared him in the eye. "Dad, cut it out and let's go," he said.

"Fine, fine. Jeez, what an impatient kid," Chucky said to himself.

The three dolls made their way outside and away from the house just as Glenda pulled into the driveway. Without hesitation they made it as far as the third house down before Chucky stopped them and told them to wait.

"What is it, Dad?" Glen asked.

"Shhh. I'm getting us a ride," Chucky replied pulling out his knife.

Glen's eyes widened. "Don't do that, not after what Glenda's going to discover!"

"I'm not going to kill him, I'm only going to give him a scare so he'll drive us somewhere else," Chucky said.

"I hope so," Glen and Tiffany said in unison.

"You guy's worry too much."

"For a good reason too," Tiffany said glaring at Chucky.

"Bitch," Chucky snapped under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, babe," Chucky said giving her a quick smile. "Nothing at all."

Finally Chucky found his chance and shot across the street and both Tiffany and Glen watched in amazement as he leapt into an open car door and they waited to see what was going to happen.

"Dear lord, he just doesn't have any boundaries, does he?" Tiffany asked shaking her head.

"Obviously not," Glen said. "Let's go."

Tiffany looked back at the car and saw Chucky waving to them and they checked to see if they were clear and ran across the street and piled into the car. Chucky then turned back to the driver and told him to get a move on. With fear filling his eyes, the man did as Chucky instructed and drove the family of dolls far away from Hollywood; a place Chucky and Tiffany would get along just fine.