Meet The Rays Chpt 4

'What do I do?? It's so hard to think! But I must remember, whatever I choose will effect not now but the rest of my life...Oh god... Choose wisely...'

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Meet The Rays
Chapter 4- Old 'Pal'
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Glen looks back down at the amulet and then inches himself forwards towards the three dolls before him. He extends his arm forward, Tiffany smiles at her win and Glenda looks up in despair.

'I know it's the right thing to do...'

Glen's arm pulls back and smashes the jewel in the center of the Heart on the metal stairs rail and it shatters into little red shards.
"Glen!" Tiffany shouted in shock and Glenda smiles up at her brother. Chucky looks at him with confusion spread across his face. "Great... that's just great" Tiffany says out loud to nobody in general and then sighs.
"It looks like we're stuck like this..." Glen commented. Tiffany scowled and looked at Chucky and he just looked back with a devilish smile. There was a long awkward silence, everyone just randomly stared at one another.
"Well..." Glenda broke the silence "now what?" They all looked to Chucky as if he were the mastermind behind all this.
"What the hell you all lookin' at me for?" Chucky scowled but none of them looked away. He exhaled and ran his fingers through his red hair, putting it out of his face. "First thing's first, get rid of these bodies..." He informed them and they all just nodded or shrugged.
"Glenda and Glen, grab your own bodies, Chucky get your ass over here and help me with mine." Tiffany ordered. Glen hurried to his body and Chucky walked over to Jennifer's. Glenda waddled like an awkward duck and tripped again. "Dammit!"
Chucky grabs Jennifer's wrists and comments, "Don't worry kid, you'll get used to walking soon enough..." Glen pulled her off the floor and the all grabbed their assigned corpse and dragged them to the back door. Once they all reach the back doorway, Glenda, Glen and Tiffany all stop and huff, forgetting how heavy bodies were when you were 3 feet tall. Chucky merely rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Hurry up you three, we don't have all night." Chucky commented before they continued into the yard. The drop the bodies and Tiffany tells Glen to go get shovels and they all dig shallow graves.
"Is it hard being a doll...?" Glenda randomly asked.
"I thought you used to be one too..." Chucky commented.
"For all of 15 minutes yes..."
"At times yes but other times it's useful..." Tiffany added.
Glenda nodded and stopped digging along with the others.
"It's deep enough...put in the bodies." Chucky directed as he kicked in Glen's corpse. Glen glared at him as they rolled in the other two corpses. The dirt filled the hole to the brim and then they were left in that awkward silence once again.
-woo! woo!-
They all turned in shock to the house and saw red and blue lights flash by.
"Don't we have to run??" Glenda panicked. Chucky once again showed no emotion as he looked over to her. "Listen dollface, benefit of being a doll is you don't have to run, you merely just go barbie mode...Do nothin'." Glenda nodded her head.
"Why wasn't I a doll sooner!?" Glenda exclaimed as she tried to dash forward more towards her family but tripped again but into Chucky, knocking him onto the ground.
"Oops, Sorry... I can't help it..." Glenda apologized but Chucky merely rolled his pale blue eyes.
-crack-
Tiffany whispers "what's that..?" and they all fall silent and turn to see a dirty looking man hop from yard to yard. He had long dirty hair and tight black clothing. Chucky and Tiffany sit upright and go into doll mode. Glenda observes and quickly follows. Glen tries to get a better look at the man but something pulls him to the ground by his shirt. The redhead turns to see his scar-faced father glare at him then go 'dolly' again. Glen follows and sits straight with a fake smile on his face.

'I think I recognize that man... But who is he?'

The dirty man lands on his feet in the green grass in the Tilly's yard and turns to walk forward. An orange glow comes from his lit cigarette as Glen's heart drops to the bottom of his chest and he feels like he can't breathe when the man spots him. 'No...'
The man walked forward and lifted the doll by his neck and looked Glen in his deep blue cowering eyes. Glen kept still but he knew he was doomed when he saw a smirk form on the man's unshaven face and his half drunken voice slur....

"'Ello Shitface..."

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'Fuck... Why did it have to be him?'