You Freaky Too? /ref

you freaky too? 😏 /ref

Hey Night. It's me. I saw your post. And I'm truly sorry. Please don't try and hurt or inflict harm on yourself. Please reach out to your family or professionals. And I'm always here to talk if you need me.

Heh, thank you.

"Don't fuck with the Chuck."

(Guess who just binge watched the whole Chucky franchise after growing up watching the first few movies as a kid! Can't believe I missed out on Curse of Chucky and the tv series until now 😩)

A failed experiment.

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Object name: C-687R

The name of the object: Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt Ray.

Object number: 687.

Is in a loving relationship with the object: T-079R and J-1087R.

Danger: catostrophic.

So far, this object is in camera C-6. This camera represents... Freedom. This is the territory of the Ray family's house surrounded by an iron fence. This object is allowed to go out into the outside world, because in a calm state it does not cause any harm. We recommend that you do not anger him. Also known as the "Strangler from the Lake".

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Stan read the document again and turned his gaze to the huge white camera, closed from all sides. Inside it was a creature resembling a huge werewolf mixed with a demon. He was at rest now, curled up around his daughter, Glenda. Going to the window, he saw how the fur of the beast, if it could be called that, stood up and a faint growl was heard, warning that the observer had entered the territory of the demon. Chucky pricked up his ears, covering the little red ball even more with his fluffy and long tail. Claws were out and teeth were bared, waiting for a sharp attack. The discharge. The howl of the poor werewolfdemon was sharply heard and immediately he collapsed, unable to get up. Glenda could only watch her father being tortured with fear in her eyes and tears on her face. It wasn't the first time for Chucky, so he soon opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with despair, but he wasn't going to give up.

"Heh, still alive?"

Stan asked, examining the monster from each side. Through the glass, it was perfectly visible how the chest was going down and up.

"You people are just creatures."

The older redhead said in a low voice.

"You could have just killed me, but you didn't."

The man with maroon hair grinned and walked away from the observation window. Soon, distant footsteps were heard. He pricked up his big tattered ears once more, and Chucky looked at his daughter. It was a kind look. Glenda only tucked her tail under her more tightly and snuggled up to her father. The youngest felt her father's slightly rough tongue and a quiet hoarse voice.

"Everything will be fine, no need to cry."

The redhead looked into her father's eyes. Chucky's big paw pushed Glenda up to her muzzle and Glenda leaned her muzzle on her father's muzzle. So they fell asleep.

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Camera T-0. Tiffany and Glen were in it.

"Are these objects dangerous?"

A black-haired man in a white lab coat and glasses on the bridge of his nose asked.

“No. Recently, the T-079R object has been playing with the G-209R object."

Another observer answered the question.

"Good."

Glen was like his father and sister. He was a werewolf fused with a demon. But in childhood, these signs do not appear in any way. It's only when they're furious that their demonic nature comes out. Glen was a safe target, just like his mother. They played all the time, slept together, and sometimes, for good behavior, Chucky was even allowed to see his family for a while. On the other hand, his father and sister were not safe. They always reacted aggressively when someone from the laboratory approached their family member. But so far, everything has been quiet.

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Should I do the 2nd part?

He is still can do it.

Chuckys mind: fuck... My back... It hurts...

I was motivated to write fan fiction again.

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Charles Lee Ray, or, more correctly, Charles Lee Lomman Reinhardt Ray - the lord of dreams and darkness - got lost in Tilly's mansion. Yes. It was about 4 o'clock in the evening, snowflakes were already swirling in the yard, creating even bigger snowdrifts than before, the sky began to darken slowly, and the temperature was not pleasing. The slender man was wearing a black turtleneck, over which was a burgundy T-shirt. The heating was turned off in the house, so it was very cold. Well, according to Chucky. Therefore, in addition, he had to wear jeans as well. He went down to the first floor and looked around. There were many rooms and many passageways to crawl through. But he was interested in the kitchen. Our hero was in desperate need of water. He walked along the maroon sofa, passing his hand over it and came to another staircase. With a frustrated sigh, the red-haired man turned around and headed for Tiffany's bedroom. "Baby, I-" - the king opened the door and immediately closed it, seeing something in front of him... An obscene sight. "I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!" - with these words, Chucky pressed himself against the wall and covered his face with his hands, blushing. Suddenly a hand grabs his ear and brings him back into the room. It was Tiffany. Chucky just stood in a stupor and just stared at her. All red. There was a smile on her face and that sly look didn't change the situation. Giggling, Tiffany began to kiss him, simultaneously taking off his clothes.

* after a couple of sweet hours*

"Ahem... So will you walk me to the kitchen?" - Chucky decided to break the long-awaited silence, catching his breath. "You were thirsty!? Why didn't you tell me right away?" Tiffany looked guiltily and worriedly at her husband. "You didn't give me" - Chucky looked at his wife playfully and turned her over on her back, fixing her shoulders. "I'm sorry," the blonde apologized. "No need," Chucky replied and with these words kissed his beloved on the forehead, falling into the world of dreams. Tiff put her hand on her husband's head and together with him, began to fall into the world of dreams.