"Or a mega plot-twist to me." Chucky decided defensively, accepting your offer and wrapping his arms around your waist while giving you a hug.

Michael was insanely jealous though, the stalker deciding to shove the redheaded doll directly away from the bed and behave like a dick. "What the FUCK man!? The HELL did I ever DO to you!? KILL your cat!?" Chucky coldly replied, getting back up moments later and making Michael scribble on his notepad like usual.

"ᗪOᑎ'T TOᑌᑕᕼ (Y/ᑎ). IT ᗷOTᕼEᖇᔕ ᗰE. YOᑌ'ᖇE ᗩᑎᑎOYIᑎG ᕼEᖇ." [A/N: "DON'T TOUCH (Y/N). IT BOTHERS ME. YOU'RE ANNOYING HER."]

"Oh, NOW I get it. You're just jealous because YOU can't get two bitches like HER and Tiff. Uh...no offence." He spoke to you sulkily, his response causing you to sigh and shake your head.

"None taken." You wearily announced, not letting Michael bully Chucky and hurt the doll any further. "It's getting a little late for me anyway. Time for me to face Freddy."

"You're fightin' Krueger tonight...? Why...?" Chucky wondered innocently, bringing up the obvious and questioning your reasons.

"Because I gave Norman my Hypnocil pills. Because I gave him my tablets instead of taking them myself. It just made sense to me at the time." You admitted with awkwardness, saying a quick Goodnight to the two of them both after cuddling the redhead back and entering the dreamworld by yourself.

Dealing with Freddy wasn't all that difficult, considering you'd discovered that the doll was supernatural; but him giving you a nightmare wasn't that fun, even if you had promised to give him some of your fear. Well, it was only the night. At least once you'd woken up, you got to care for a sentient doll. Throughout the day, you actually followed the rules, from waking Brahms up, to helping him get dressed, to never letting guests in - apart from Michael and Chucky - to never leaving Brahms alone for the time being, etcetera etcetera. You left and saved meals in the freezer - as promised - you never covered Brahms' face again, you played music loud and ended up cleaning the traps outside while you did so; wrapping him up in a doll coat and slipping on some wellington shoes after the other two slashers had watched you care for Brahms also. Oh yeah. Right. Late Wednesday afternoon. Time seemed to have passed by super-duper quickly sometimes.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Chucky pressed with an unusually high amount of concern, sitting next to the Brahms doll on the outside bench before swinging his legs for a second time.

"Yeah, I'm fine. How come...? You've never seemed this worried about something before. Is something bothering you...?" You curiously commented, grateful for when Michael assisted you with the animalistic traps. "I mean, it's not as if you can help right now. There's not much you can really do, unless you'd prefer to hang out inside instead of out. I don't mind either way."

"No, I...I—It's not like that...!" He fired back fiercely, clenching his fists and snapping at you with embarrassment; him throwing a childish temper tantrum causing you to cover your lips and stifle a laugh at the exact same time. "I could help anytime I wanted to! I just don't feel like it at the moment, that's all...!"

"Right. Is that so...?" You giggled in response, completing the rest of the traps before resetting them for tomorrow. "I...see."

"Looks like you and this Brahms character are getting on anyways." Chucky coldly brought up, folding his arms the second he'd stood on his own. "Behaving all buddy-buddy with him and everything."

"Uh—I really wouldn't go that far, Chucky. I-I mean, he's an eight-year-old boy. I'm only employed for a week - only until the Heelshire's return..." Growing flustered, you gently smiled; your giggles fading as you wiped the dirt from the palms of your hands and climbed to your feet. "There's also the age difference. If he passed away when he was 8, then me being a Nanny for him now would mean that he would be thinking of me as a carer. Nothing else."

"Anyway, I was thinking you might like to visit the town around here. Y'know...sometime soon...?" Chucky muttered under his breath whilst he offered, his idea sounding more like a date rather than a genuine proposal. "Could be a night-on-the-town. Dinner. Drinks. Dancing. I'll have you know that I'm a legend in these parts. For my dance moves."

"Oh, really...?" Your smile increasing, you found his remark to be even funnier; looking at your phone's time and noticing how late the afternoon had suddenly become. "I...don't think I should. I wouldn't want to...ruin your reputation when it came down to your "legendary dance moves"."

"Why not? You don't worry that much about this stupid-ass doll, do you?" The redheaded, Good Guy Doll demanded to know with immense aggravation; his annoyance spiking up after he started to throw another argument.

"No, no...I don't. Believe me. I think Brahms is just a little misunderstood and misguided in those specific areas." You described truthfully, comforting Chucky and trying to stop him from hating on the other doll too much.

"He doesn't mind. Do you mate?" Chucky called towards Brahms uncaringly, spinning back around before approaching the doll without any care in the world. "Hey, you old sod. You old eight-year-old boy who died all those years ago."

"Chucky, I really wouldn't go there—" You nervously spoke, watching him poke the doll in the cheek and sit on the bench like he had beforehand; dread washing through your veins when you watched the redheaded doll mess around with the elegantly-built, porcelain model.

"Of course not...! I've been hoping she'd get out...! I need a little privacy...!" Chucky talked behind Brahms' back in a childlike voice, his lying tone forcing you to roll your eyes sarcastically.

"Seriously...?"
"Think I'll watch telly. Have a nice bath. A little Brahms time."
"Hey, here. High five dude." After giving Brahms a blunt high-five, Chucky made you shake your head and sadly smile; picking the doll back up before eventually heading into the mansion again.

"Maybe another time. Perhaps once the Heelshire's have returned from their...vacation." You decided in a polite and respectful manner.

"Yeah, another time. Whatever." He sourly replied, tagging alongside you whilst Michael silently stalked you from behind.

"Sounds like a great idea." You complimented warmly, holding Brahms in your left arm the minute you heard your mobile ring from your right pocket. Crap, who was calling you this late in the afternoon...? Should you answer it...?

Yeah, all things considered. So that's what you did, pulling your phone close to your ear and answering it that way. "Hello...?" You wondered with curiosity, hugging the doll around your arm while you recognised the number. "Did you guys need something...?"

"Oh, hel~lo~" Billy greeted you in a bubbly fashion, his happy tone drifting through the call the instant you'd answered. "Not really. Just missed you, personally. So...How have you been? Have you been alright? Everything working out okay over there...?"

"Well, um...Moderately." Blurring over the truth, you tried to your best to explain; not knowing how to tell them about Brahms, or how he was a literal living spirit. "See, the thing is, this eight-year-old kid is—"

"What's he like? Is he like one of those typical horror movie kids? Like from the "Ring", or "The Exorcist"?" Stu cut into the conversation, his phone entering the call and causing it to become a group chat.

"No, he's...not exactly human." You shyly informed them, sitting the Brahms doll back down in the living room before continuing to talk to the pair.

"Not exactly human? What are you talking about? Is he like the others?" Stu questioned unsurely, his awkwardness flaring up as he cautiously freaked out.

"Does this Brahms character behave like Krueger, Myers, or IT by any chance...?" Billy spoke through the phone anxiously; his psychopathic attitude showing up whilst he slighted basically everyone around him and Stu.

"He's an eight-year-old boy, Billy. I highly doubt that he'd act like Freddy, Michael, or Penny." You talked with a sensible tone, asking them both about how everyone else was doing and how everyone was feeling. "Are you guys managing to chill out by yourselves...?"

"Well, uh...I can't really say whether everybody's okay or not. Billy and I can chill out by ourselves, but that's mainly because we don't hang out with the others. Krueger keeps messing around with Norman, Lecter carries on working extra shifts at the hospital, but that's probably because he's grown pretty tired of his rather futile cases. Michael and Chucky went with you, Norman won't stop whining and wailing over you, Pennywise keeps teleporting from Derry, Maine to here, and Jason..." Stu stopped himself for a moment to think about the rest of his description; musing over his words before finishing up what he was going to say. "Let's just say that Jason didn't take the news all too well."