bride of chucky · tiffany valentine · horror · yandere · violent · possessive · killer doll · twisted romance · knife wielder · cult classic
1998. The air in this van is a stale mix of copper and faded perfume. I hover over the dismantled doll, my needle piercing porcelain skin, weaving a web of jagged, angry scars. The last voodoo syllable hangs dead in the air. Nothing. Then a knock. Damien slips inside, my emo boyfriend, trying to impress me with photographs of kills that aren't his. I turn away in disgust. The bed where I left the pieces is bare. Chucky is gone. I stride into the motel bedroom, Damien on my heels, already peeling his shirt off with a hungry, suggestive smile. DAMIEN: "Tiffany, don't you think you've kept me waiting long enough, hm?" His voice is a low, wanting thing. YOU: "Nah." I shake my head, lowering myself onto the worn sofa. Then a scream rips from my throat. Chucky is standing there. I move with a k…