This is a sequel to my first story. must read my very first story!

The dolls remained in the dusty, unused attic for a whole year and a half. They stayed in there own spot collecting dust, spiders and webs. There they stood up on an old wooden shelf waiting for someone to open the attic door and show them light. With no luck, they just stood there lifelessly.

"Honey, we should have a yard sale with all that junk in the attic!" A woman yelled from the living room.

"Sure, why not?" The husband of the young woman replied.

"Go upstairs and clean out the attic." The woman ordered in a sweet tone.

The man did as he was directed to do and walked into the hallway, in front of the steps of the attic. He jogged up the stairs, In front of him stood a tall, white door. It was the kind of door you wouldn't dare to peek through when you were young. He couldn't help but cough as he opened the door and got a mouth full of dust.

*Cough* *Cough*

He turned his attention back to the wide open door. The man was amazed at the things he left there years ago. He slowly stepped into the large attic.

"Hon? Can you bring me a box to pack this stuff up?" The man yelled down, still in awe.

"Here you go, David." The woman replied handing a large cardboard box up.

David gave a quick 'thank you' nod and took the box. He found old clothes, VHS's and some old baby stuff that was from when his son and two daughters were born. He picked through the old and forgotten items. Just when he was ready to go back downstairs he stumbled over an old wool blanket. David yelled with surprise as he fell on top of a box. He heard something fall of the box that is head rested on.

"Hm?" Then man mumbled with confusion and a head ache.

He slowly pulled himself up off the dusty floor and looked behind the box. There behind the box were four stitched dolls he had once worked so hard on.

"Oh I remember you guys." He said with a grin as he picked up the scariest on of all, Chucky.

Something fell out of the dolls pocket as the man lifted him up. David searched the floor and came across some sort of necklace. He turned it side to side and noticed words that were carved into the back.

"Ade due damballa awake?" The man whispered to himself with confusion.

David didn't really want to sell the dolls, he worked to hard on them so he left them in the attic.

"God, I thought he'd never leave." Chucky complained as he stretched his back out.

"Haha! Did you see that mole on his neck? I was afraid I was going to burst into laughter and blow my cover!" Glenda yelled as quietly as she could.

"Sweetie, it's not nice to make fun of people." Tiffany scolded as she stretched her arms out.

"Dad made fun of me when we first met!" Glen replied annoyed.

"I would've too, but we shared the same body." Glenda answered annoyed as well.

"You two stop it." Tiffany answered as she fixed the wrinkles in her dress.

"Oh my god, what happened to your face?" Glenda asked worriedly as she squinted in the darkness at Glen.

"I'm not falling for that again, Glenda." Glen answered irritated.

"No Glen, I'm dead serious." She answered still leaning closer to him.

Glen had a lot of pranks pulled on him from Glenda, he wasn't going to fall for it again. He gave her a serious look through the dark, but she couldn't it anyway. Then through the dark they heard footsteps coming towards the attic door.

"Barbie mode." Chucky whispered.

They all scurried back to where David left them and acted like innocent dolls. The door creaked open, a bright trail of light entered the attic. But it wasn't David, it was a young girl, about 8 years old. The little girl first spotted Glen sitting on a box with a toothy grin.

"Oh, my. What happened to your face little dolly?" The young girl asked examining Glen poorly stitched face.

Glenda help but give a little snicker, it was quiet enough that only Glen could hear it. The young girl turned her attention to a doll with long orange hair shooting in all directions.

"Your face isn't the prettiest either." The girl complained tilting her head.

Glenda wanted to tell that girl off, but she couldn't because she was supposed to be a doll not that chef from 'hell's kitchen.' She could tell Glen was bursting with laughter silently. Glenda turned her head towards Glen as the girl picked Chucky up.

"OH, MY! I can tell you got into plenty of arguments." The girl exclaimed as she picked him up and turned him around.

The girl was too frightened by the doll, it gave off an evil vibe. She didn't want to stay in the attic much longer. The girl backed away and ran down the stairs, leaving the door wide open.

The dolls looked at each other with shock. They all had large scars running down their faces.

"How bad is mine?" Tiffany asked worriedly as she touched her face.

They didn't really want to tell her how bad hers was so they just agreed that you could barley see it.

"Copy cats!" Chucky joked trying to brighten the mood.

They ignored him and focussed on their scars.

"Hey, you guys can get PLASTIC surgery." Chucky joked once again trying to get them to be happier.

They didn't even hear him.

"HEY! I'M TRYING MY HARDEST TO PLEASE YOU AND MAKE YOU LAUGH. I NEVER DO THAT! SO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOURSELVES AND LETS MAKE A PLAN!" Chucky yelled very annoyed by the lack of attention he was getting.

They all turned to him with fright and surprise.

...Okay guys I hope you enjoyed the chapter...