After me and the Killers had the talk, we've been closer than ever. They had been more protective of me, now Atleast one wanted to be with me at all times. Some wanted to be with my daughter at all times.

I was okay with it, I trusted them for the most part with my daughter.

Jenny had a great idea, we went into town in pawn shop, antique stores and thrift shops looking for things that could be special for my baby. We entered this one place it was antique thrift store, it was nice. It had different type of dolls, and porcelain dolls. One caught my eye because it was the only one with Orange hair and the only male doll in the store. I picked it up before someone came up behind me and Jen.

"Ah the Good Guy doll, so many people were interested in it because it is infact one of the last ones." A store intender spoke from behind up, she then picked up the doll with black lipstick and a white wedding dress. "People always seem to buy her with him, it weird and even if one gets bought one, the other just appears in their bag." She mumbles, I shrug.

"You think the little princess would like them?" Jennifer asks from beside me.

"I mean yeah, I don't see why not. The scar gives him character and she looks beautiful." I mumble, and nodded. "Alright I'll get both."

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I just came home from my usual blowing steam, or killing people. It broke me seeing a poor defenseless guy in that position with that women, he was powerless. I killed her, my first women victim but it was worth it I had to keep people safe, he was scared and I could see that, so I made her feel a different kind of fear.

My face was alittle covered In blood, while my clothes were drenched. People started recognizing me as their hero's. The cops tried to debunk it, but they began to protest.

On the couch sat the two dolls I previously brought, one holding the remote and the other a beer. Weird I put them in the room, my daughters room. Why is one holding a beer and the other a remote?

I sigh, grab the remote and beer, I place the remote on the table stand next to the couch, and I take a sip of the half empty, warm beer, it was disgusting.

I went to grab the dolls when I noticed they weren't there.

"Hiya Doll." A voice booms from behind me, I cautiously turn around and scoff a laugh. The irony, the doll I bought just called me doll, how much did I drink?

My light laugh became a chuckle and I held my stomach.

"I wouldn't do that, he's going to legitimately kill you, baby doll." That made my laugh louder. I then saw a knife in the dolls hand.

"I could literally punk kick you dude." I chuckle "your so small." He growls at my words.

"I'm not fucking small. I'm- I'm- FUCK IM NOT FUCKING SMALL YOU BITCH." He yells at me.

"Sure your not, can't this wait, I need a shower if you can't tell." I mumble hysterically.

"Doll, why are you covered in blood?" The women doll asked.

"I killed someone, isn't that obvious?" I ask sarcastically.

"Your a killer." She asks

"Everyone here is, now if you excuse me I need a shower as I just said." It's true I really need a shower this blood is going to dry and it's going to be harder to get off.

"Huh, your not even going to ask out names?" She asks the good guy doll rolls his eyes at the women.

"Does that mean i can't fucking kill her?" He scoffs out "damit I really wanted to kill someone." He groans

"You could always like leave, I mean everyone kills and comes back to sleep..." I groan just wanting to get a shower.

"Thank you for the offer darling, my name is Tiffany and that's Chucky." I sigh

"Yeah yeah, my names Alicia. I'm going to go take a shower now." I groan out, just tired.