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Chucky Prologue: Outta Luck
Chucky awoke to the sound of a loud fire alarm, one that pierced his as it rang throughout the station. At first, the homicidal doll tried to ignore it in favor of sleeping more, keeping his plastic eyes shut as he groaned. Though, as the alarm persisted, Chucky screamed and rose up.
"JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!" The doll screamed, falling silent once he took in his surroundings. His first instinct, of course, was to pat the pockets of his overalls for his signature knife, only to find it missing.
"Oh... you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me!" The doll groaned, feeling the sudden urge to mutilate somebody. Before he could do so, however, his attention was caught by Sammy. Now, being someone who dabbled in the arts of voodoo from time to time, Chucky was no stranger to religion and Satan worshippers. But someone like this fuck?
They got on his nerves.
So the two foot doll did what anyone else would do and approached Sammy, looking up at the cultist with a glare.
"Listen motherfucker, I just woke up here and I'm really pissed off. So I ain't about to fuckin' listen to your cultist bullshit. We clear?" Chucky asked, hoping that he wouldn't have to ask twice. Hell, he kinda hoped he would. Just cause he didn't have his knife didn't mean that he couldn't find a way to get some good 'ole murders going.
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Chucky's attention was soon taken away from Sammy when some... cat girl started punching around the room. Well, that was new. Then again he was a talking homicidal toy from the eighties, so anything is possible really.
Instead of being threatened, the doll burst out laughing at the mere sight of Tarlotte.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Wh-what the fuck are you even supposed to be?! Y-you look even dumber than that tiger on the cereal box! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Chucky laughed, though it's not like he could be talking. He was a doll, after all.
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Hm?
What was this? Appeared to be a doll of some kind, though it most certainly wasn't the squeaky plush toys of his savior that he often preached to back in his domain. More importantly--Cultist bull--Such language would be frowned upon. Really, did he think it wise to insult the grace of his savior?
"Still your ignorant tongue," He said with a bit of a sneer as he approached the odd doll, even when the toy's attention seemed to be taken away from him. "Despite being stripped of my temple and my...Resources, I will not be kept from my faith, sheep. You'd be wise to follow in kind, lest the demon of ink lay claim to your soul."
Well, at least it was the prompting Sammy needed to become social...For better or for worse.
...Still, he couldn't help but give a pleased sort of chuckle at...Some more straightforward ways of dealing with such blasphemous talk.
[ @Midnight Maiden @thatguyinthestore ]
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Hm?
What was this? Appeared to be a doll of some kind, though it most certainly wasn't the squeaky plush toys of his savior that he often preached to back in his domain. More importantly--Cultist bull--Such language would be frowned upon. Really, did he think it wise to insult the grace of his savior?
"Still your ignorant tongue," He said with a bit of a sneer as he approached the odd doll, even when the toy's attention seemed to be taken away from him. "Despite being stripped of my temple and my...Resources, I will not be kept from my faith, sheep. You'd be wise to follow in kind, lest the demon of ink lay claim to your soul."
Well, at least it was the prompting Sammy needed to become social...For better or for worse.
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It was with complete and utter casualness that the girl reared her foot back.... And kicked the doll, likely either launching it or just it's head, depending on the durability with which it was manufactured. Even without her superhuman qualities, Tarlotte's strength was beyond that that would be average. And that definitely wasn't required to punt the annoying thing across the room.
Not bothering to acknowledge it any further than that, her glower returned to the rest. "So where the hell are we?! Don't tell me mew're all deaf...!"
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...Still, he couldn't help but give a pleased sort of chuckle at...Some more straightforward ways of dealing with such blasphemous talk.
[ @Midnight Maiden @thatguyinthestore ]