Requested by UniCurse

You're Laying in the closet again clutching to a picture of your mother that had passed recently.
Your Step Father, (SF/N), had left the family as soon as she died.

The closet was cramped as you were actually living in there with a big blanket and a few pillows.
Sitting in silence. Only a few sudden whimpers that escape your mouth could be heard.
In the Time you've locked yourself in here. You had lost track of time as you didn't care to check your phone.

It was sad. I'm sure that you didn't even hear the front door open.
Because you were swallowed up in your own self pity and sorrow.
Tears dripped down to one side of your face. Sometimes the thought of death crossed your mind. Of course you didn't want to kill yourself or hurt yourself in anyway.
It was hours and hours of you like this.

It was when you heard loud footsteps from downstairs and things breaking you lift your head from your pillow you get up and check up on what was going on downstairs.
Grabbing a baseball bat and your wits you tip toe downstairs and stupidly
Call out into the distance,
"Hey any intruders down there?"
Of course no answer until you get down stairs and walk throughout the house in search for the intruder.

You held the bat in both hands ready for action. Carefully walking around. Until you make it towards your backroom that was isolated from any open window. You hear a cock of a gun click behind you.
"Put the bat down or I'll blow your brains out."
It was a man's voice in a demanding manner. It was certainly not a voice you've heard before.
You were frozen in fear for what was behind you holding you at gunpoint.
But it seemed like your grip on the wooden bat didn't loosen either, this made the mystery intruder angry.
"I said Put the Fuckin' bat down or I'll fuckin' shoot!"
You do as he says crouching to place the bat down to the ground.
"Kick it towards me."
You do as he says.
"Turn around."
"Sir. I'd like to know why-"
"I didn't tell you to speak! Turn around and put your hands where i can see them!" He yelled.
You shut up and turned around with your hands up slowly.
Your eyes widen to see it was a doll.
A good guy doll from the 80s was the culprit of this standup.
Except this one was all... Torn up.
Like it was thrown into a shredder and was put back together like Frankenstein's monster. (He was actually)
"Who are you?"
"I'll be asking the questions here, kid."
He bitterly spat at you.
"Can you cook?" He asked.
"Yes." You fearfully answered.
"Alright. Here's how it's gonna go kiddo. I came here from a long day of shit that runs a doll down. Since you claim you can cook. I want you to cook me dinner and I'll be here for the night. I am exhausted but i still have enough strength to pull the trigger. If you try anything i will paint these walls and floors with your brains. Got that, Bitch?"
You were on the verge of tears from the sudden fear and dread this doll gave you.
"Hey don't cry. I don't have to be scary. How'z about this let me introduce myself. I'm chucky...what's your name?"
"(Y/n). (Y/n)(l/n)."
"(Y/n). Huh? Well I'm just looling for a place to rest for the night. Don't make this difficult okay? And I'll let you live. You have a decent face and i don't want to put a bullet through that pretty head or yours. So listen to me and i won't kill you.."
"Okay." You nod. "I promise to not do anything, Chucky."
You next were still at gunpoint as you stood at the stove for the next twenty minutes while Chucky sat at the table.

Cooking a simple dish (spaghetti in my opinion besides cereal and ramen, but i bet he'll shoot my ass if i have him a bowl of cereal.)

Draining the noodles and the grease out of the beef from the pan.
Chucky broke the silence that surrounded the kitchen.
"Nice place you got here. You live alone I'm guessing."
"Yeah. I've lived here alone for a while now."
"For a pretty girl like you, (y/n) I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend."
You were mixing the prego branded Pasta sauce with the beef when you said, " yeah, well I've never really have had time to go out and mingle with anyone...it's been hard ever since my mom died then my asshole of a step dad left the family and thought it was cool to leave me alone."
You poured the spaghetti onto a plate and poured a glass of tea and placed them on the table for Chucky.

...time skip...

After the meal. You and Chucky had talked even after he finished eating. And it was a blessing he put the gun away in his overalls.

After tonight you smiled bigger than you've smiled in weeks.
And that took you sometime with a doll holding you at gun point.
Which you both forgot about.
You decided you could share the bed with Chucky since you were more comfortable in a closet anyway.

And after tonight. He decided to stay another night. Which you didn't mind since you did enjoy his company.

And besides you had somebody to talk to!
So that's what happened.
He's even mentioned he has murdered lot's of people.
But did you care? Not really.
You let him stay as long as he did not bring crimes home where you would have to get involved.

Sometimes he would come home with blood stained overalls with blood dripping off his face.
Disappointed but always to be happy your friend was home and safe.
Eating your meals and having his side on the bed eventually he convinced you to sleep on the bed on your side.
Which you did. And let me let ya, it's better than wallowing in sorrow in a cramped closet.
At night you can hear his snores, but it didn't bother you one bit either.
You were just happy you had a friend there for you.
That you met by gunpoint.
That turned your life around.
Maybe it's not healthy for a mass muderer to live with you, but hey
He's more of a friend anyone has had ever been to you.
And that's just fine.