pulling the knife from behind himself, he runs over to you, ready to stab you in the chest.

Instead of moving, you sit there ready. Not flinching at all.

The knife centimetres away from you, he comes to a stop.

You're startled when you hear the knife drop, finally building the courage to look up at him.

He stares you dead in the eyes before reaching down and pulling something out of his pocket.

You look down to what he was holding out for you to take and that's when your heart starts racing,

you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

He looked at you with a smirk.

You couldn't find yourself smirking back as you saw a condom in his hand,

He questioned you at first but when he looked down he gasped,

You couldn't lie and say you weren't slightly turned on just from the sight of him looking at you with a condom.

He threw the condom behind him and dug in his pocket again, finally pulling out a ring.

So many thoughts were running through your head,

He put his finger to your lips, you tried to speak, making him smother his finger against your lips,

You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance.

He got down on one knee and slid the ring on your finger,

You smiled,

He was taken back at your sudden change in emotion but then he started laughing, he held his chest, head hung low as he kept laughing,

You left your mouth slightly ajar, feeling embarrassed but mad at the same time.

Getting up, you storm to the door and then take off your ring, throwing it at him.

He looked at you with disgust because you threw the ring at him but then he smirked,

He slowly started walking to you while making grabby hands.

You held back a laugh as you walked backwards, watching him as you exit the room,

He kept the perverted look on his face as he kept on with the grabby hands.

you smiled, now being in your living room.

He tilted his head, smiling with his teeth.

Not knowing exactly why you had the need to do this, you grab a bag that was full of God knows what, and slam it against him.

You watched as he flew against the wall, grunting when he hit it.

You dropped the bag and smiled nervously,

He stood up, he began brushing his overalls off before looking up at you.

You sighed in relief,

He reached behind him quickly and gripped the knife,

Before you could respond, he chunked the knife in your direction.

Not having much time to respond, it stabbed you right in the shoulder making you yell.

He smirked as he saw you grimace while holding your shoulder.

You gave him an ugly look as you began pulling the knife out of your shoulder, yelling.

he struck a pose. he struck another pose, he struck another, he turned around while looking at you then slapped his own ass,

he yelled as he ducked from the knife that was getting thrown at him.

You held your shoulder tightly, blood lingering out from the cracks.

He fixed his hair with a smirk,

you smirked, returning the smug face.

You started to picture him in a dinosaur onesie and that's when you smiled,

He wasn't completely over the remark you made as you could see the disgusted look on his face, he gripped the straps of his overalls and extended them forward, he let go of the straps, it slapping back on him.

You roll your eyes, going into your bathroom to bandage up your shoulder.

Looking into the mirror, you examine yourself.

The dark circles, slowly healing cuts on your thighs, and now the gruesome cut on your shoulder.

You saw Chucky through the mirror, leaning against the door frame.

You turned to him and tilted your head to the side,

He pulled the same ring out from his pocket and walked over to you,

You take the rag off your shoulder and bend down to his level,

He put the ring back on your finger.

Finally taking a good luck at the ring, that's when you realize it.

This ring belonged to Y/F/N.