"And here I thought we were "friends 'till the end"." A familiar tone maliciously taunted, the voice catching you off-guard and therefore freaking you out. "Guess not."

"C-C...Chucky...!?" You gasped in alarm, shushing the Good Guy Doll with your forefinger and glancing at the taxi driver the moment you'd realised that Chucky had snuck into the car with you. "How did...How did you get in here...!?"

"Wasn't all that hard." The red-haired doll shrugged carelessly, leaning against the opposite seat and stretching like he couldn't care less. "I had nothing better to do, so I decided to go on your journey instead. What's the problem?"

"What's the problem...!? What's the problem...!?" You panicked in horror, biting your lip and looking at your driver with concern. "What if the taxi driver ends up spotting you...!?"

"Jeez, you need to relax lady. That motherfucker's wearing earbuds." Chucky told you curtly, grasping your wrist so he could pull your finger away from his face. "Y'know, listening to music...? And even if he wasn't, I'm not dumb. I'd still figure out a way in. Somehow."

"Oh my God." You shakily laughed, elbowing him in the side and breaking his hold on you moments later. "What if the Heelshire couple end up seeing you...!? What if this Brahms kid ends up seeing you...!? Huh...!? Huh!?"

"So what if he does? I've always had a thing with kids." Chucky replied smugly, his retort causing you to raise your eyebrows and become sarcastic.

"Yeah, something tells me that you're bullshitting me there. No offence, buddy." You dryly retaliated, rolling your eyes while he secretly became impressed by your sharp responses.

"Damn girl, didn't expect you to reply like that. Perhaps I shoulda given you more credit." He chuckled in psychotic amusement; crossing his arms and finding you funny whilst you found him hilarious. Especially when he started to complain about how long the drive over there was taking.

"Don't worry, a lot of people tend to skip out on giving me more credit." You teased playfully, messing around and giving him a shrug just like he had a few seconds before.

"So do you know much 'bout this kid, or...?" Chucky wondered casually, shooting you a grin as he struck up a conversation and socialised in the meantime. To be honest, it was nice of him to thaw towards you, considering he didn't know much about you in the first place.

"I wish that I did, but I don't..." You truthfully told him, shaking your head before crossing your arms and being completely honest. "All I know is that he's an eight-year-old boy, and that he apparently needs looking after."

"Well, I won't turn you in if you decide to throw in the towel and ignore the kid...I swear." He promised you devilishly, his remark causing you to laugh out loud and stifle it shortly afterwards.

"Aww, thank you Chucky. Appreciate it." You thanked him in amusement, giving him a small high-five and watching as the taxi pulled up outside the Heelshire Estate. The Manor was truly a beautiful building, not losing its elegance nor its attractiveness while the taxi driver came around the side to take your things in for you.

Chucky played dead, and although you didn't mind taking your things in for you - the Heelshires had already paid for someone to take your things in for you, which was pretty considerate, considering you weren't even expecting them to. "Apologies, Miss...But the Heelshires had to step out for a moment." The taxi driver spoke to you apologetically, sounding regretful and embarrassed at the very same time. "They beg your pardon, Miss, and ask that you wait in the parlour."

"It's like something out of a storybook, isn't it...?" You commented in a breathless voice, standing in the middle of the parlour whilst taking your shoes off in the most respectful manner.

"It certainly is." He chuckled, agreeing with you while standing in front of the taxi also. "Oh, and no need to worry, the Heelshires have already taken care of that for you. I put your things inside for you."

"Thanks." You replied politely, gratitude flowing through your tone as genuine appreciation showed. "I'll be sure to thank them...as soon as possible."

"Oh, Ms (L/n). It's so nice to finally meet you." A stern voice interrupted your conversation icily, the sharp person intimidating you almost immediately and shutting the discussion down. "I've heard so much about you from your friend, Rose."

"I've heard so much about you and your family too." You warmly responded, clasping your hands close to your chest and flashing her a softhearted smile. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you as wel—"

"Where are your shoes...?" Mrs. Heelshire interjected curiously, her question causing you to feel self-conscious and look around. Crap. Had Chucky pulled another prank on you or something...!? What should you do...!?

"That's strange. I was sure that I took off and left my shoes right here..." You mentioned to her anxiously, biting your lip and trying to keep it together. Goddammit Chucky—

"They'll turn up, don't worry. It's Brahms. He can be...playful." Mrs. Heelshire brought up in a distressed fashion, sounding like she was attempting to hide something important and stay calm. "I assume you brought other shoes...?"

"Oh, um, yes." You answered with an unsure expression, not understanding how an eight-year-old boy could steal your shoes that quickly.

"Let's hurry up, we've kept them waiting long enough." She remarked uneasily, shifting from foot-to-foot and acting strange. "Let's go, shall we...?"

"Of course." You lightly answered, following her upstairs while also glancing at some of the royally-designed paintings. As soon as Mrs. Heelshire showed you to your room, Chucky snuck in and hid there - finding his new hiding spot so he didn't have to look anywhere else.

"Her name is Miss (L/n)." She informed Mr Heelshire once you'd both entered the same room as him and Brahms. "We want you to be on your very best behaviour. Daddy...?"

"Just (Y/n) is fine." You kindly revealed, giving them both a warm-hearted smile and trying to be friendly towards the family.

"I...see. (Y/n). Allow me to introduce Mr. Heelshire." Mrs. Heelshire slowly specified, her steely attitude throwing you off and making you feel slightly uncomfortable. "And this...is our son, Brahms." After laughing, you saw that they were serious, Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire staring at you with confused eyes whilst you suddenly saw how rude you were being.

Shit...they weren't kidding. Oh God. Jesus Christ. How were you meant to respond...? Were you meant to reply like this was normal...? Should you...? Maybe they're just not right in the head. Perhaps they're just recovering from some sort of hurting situation. Yeah...That had to be it. You shouldn't laugh. That was probably really rude. And why was it rude...? Because not only were you laughing at an eight-year-old. You were laughing at an eight-year-old doll.