Chapter One; Clarence

Just a quick note; this isn't my big Halloween story that's coming up in a few weeks, but I was having a terrible case of some writer's block from my other Chucky story, and I've been wanting to write something cute for this adorable pair of friends so I thought I would make Gabrielle and my other readers happy by writing this. I hope you enjoy it!

It was a few days until Halloween, and an eight year old Mary Barclay couldn't decide what she wanted to be. "Well I already know that I don't have to dress up because I'm already the scariest thing in the world, if not the universe." Chucky boasted with a grin. "But I'm not scared of you." Mary pointed out. "Yeah I know but that's because you're my friend, and I wouldn't dream of doing anything to scare you on purpose." He told her. "Aww, you two are so fuckin cute together do you know that?" Tiffany asked as Chucky simply rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah well don't go spreading it around, I have a reputation to maintain you know." He told her.

"Chucky! I need help! What do you think I should go as?" Mary asked him. "I don't know," he began with a shrug. "how about a brat, naw scratch that you're already one." He teased with a chuckle. "Don't listen to him sweetface." Tiffany told her. "What!? I was just kidding, she knows that. She's like a sister to me and that's how I show my affection." He explained but Mary simply just gave a sad little sigh and hung her head. "Well it doesn't look like it!" Tiffany snapped as she slapped him upside the head. "Ouch Tiff watch it! Why do you have to be so violent anyway!?" he cried.

"Well look who's talking mister I'm Chucky the killer doll and I dig it!" Tiffany said mockingly. "Would you guys just knock it off already!?" Mary yelled. "This has nothing to do with either one of you." She told them. "Really?" Chucky questioned as he raised his eyebrows. "Then what's wrong? Is this kid Billy giving you anymore crap?" he asked her. "No, it's not just him anymore it's everyone. They think I'm weird." She said. "So?" he asked. "What's so bad about that?" he asked her raising his arms into the air with a shrug.

"You don't think I'm weird?" he asked her. "No, I mean they laugh at me because I think you and Tiffany are real." She said. "But we are." He told her. "I know that and you know that, but everyone else doesn't believe me. Except for Billy, I think you scared him so bad that he'll never go near a doll again." She said as Chucky laughed. "Yeah that's a safe bet, and if he knows what's good for him he'll never go near you again either." He told her.

"I don't know what I'm going to do though, I don't wanna be a freak." She said. "And you're not. Listen kid, true friends will accept you for who you are, and even though it may not seem like you have a lot, trust me they're there." He told her. "Well I'm just glad I have you Chucky, and Glen, and Tiffany. You guys are the best friends that I've ever had." She said. "Well I don't like to toot my own horn, but I know you wouldn't say it if it wasn't true." He told her. "Oh boy." Tiffany muttered with a roll of her eyes.

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That night Chucky, Tiffany, Glen, and Mary all decided to campout in the backyard. "You didn't forget the marshmallows right?" Mary questioned hopefully. "Oh I got em' right here beside me, but I can't promise that I'm not going to eat them all." Chucky said with a chuckle before he placed them back onto the ground and picked up his lighter after it fell out of his pocket. "I've got the firewood." Glen said as he came back from the woods and dropped them down in front of his father. Chucky turned on his lighter and lit the woods as Mary sat down on a log and listened to the crickets beginning to chirp.

Chucky sat down next to her as he lit the fire and pulled her inside his chest as she started to shiver. "There," he began as he kissed her forehead. "we have a nice warm fire going." He said. That's when suddenly an owl started to hoot. Mary quickly turned her head and gasped having the noise startle her a bit. "Uh Chucky, there aren't any dangerous wild animals out here are there?" she asked him. "Not unless you count Tiffany." He said pointing a thumb back at her. Tiffany scowled and growled under her breath at him before she grabbed a stick off the ground and a marshmallow from the bag.

"That's not a very nice thing to say." Mary told him. "Yeah but it's true, trust me kid, she is not a morning person." He said. "However you wouldn't have to worry about her out here, I'd worry more about Clarence." He told her. "Who's Clarence?" she questioned him as an evil smirk formed onto his face. "Oh he's the ghost clown." He explained as Mary gulped. "Ghost clown?" she asked him anxiously. "Oh brother." Tiffany muttered as she started to cook her marshmallow over the flames of the fire.

"Yep, you see about a hundred years or so ago, this whole area used to be nothin' but woods. And in those woods there was a carnival tent, and Clarence was the headliner. For years and years people used to come to the circus just to see him. That is until one night there came a terrible forest fire, and killed everybody inside the tent. However the ghost of Clarence stayed behind, although he was a friendly ghost until they started cutting down his trees and building a house in place where his circus would have been. So every night at midnight he walks the streets until he finds a child who really hates clowns and squirts them with his big ol' squirt gun." He explained as Mary gulped again because she hated clowns.

Just then suddenly Chucky busted out laughing. "I'm just messin' with ya kid!" he exclaimed. "That wasn't funny!" she yelled. "Come on kid, it was just a harmless ghost story." He told her. "No it wasn't it was mean! You promised me that you would be nice from now on and not scare me and you lied!" she shouted. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to make you upset. Does that help?" he asked her. "Well, it helps a little." She admitted. "How about a s'more will that make it better?" he asked when suddenly her whole entire face lit up. "That helps a lot!" she exclaimed as she quickly leapt to her feet and started cooking her marshmallow. Chucky grinned as he watched her before tilting his head back and looking up at the stars.

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A few days later Mary came rushing home in a fit of tears. "Mary darling what's wrong?" her mother asked her. For she knew that her daughter's Halloween party was the following day and it alarmed her to see her so upset. "It was awful Mom! All the kids were teasing me on the bus calling me scary Mary!" she sobbed. "Well for Halloween isn't that considered a good thing?" her mother asked her. "Not when you're considered a freak!" she cried before she ran upstairs to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

"Mary? What happened?" Chucky asked her out of concern. "Haven't those bastards left you alone yet?" he questioned. "No." she answered sadly with a sniff as she slid down the back of her door and finally landed on top of her bottom. "Alright that does it, no more mister good guy." Chucky said as he removed his knife from his front pocket and there was still some dried up blood on it. "Those kids are in for a treat because they've never seen my tricks." He said. "Chucky no, don't." Mary told him.

"What? You think I'm just going to stand around here and let them pick on you?" he asked. "No and I know you love me and you just want to protect me, but killing them isn't going to solve anything." She told him. "Hmm, that's funny. It makes perfect sense to me." He said. "Chucky!" she scolded. "Alright, alright, I promise I won't kill anyone." He said with a reluctant sigh and a roll of his eyes before he put his knife away. "But that doesn't mean that I'm going to let them get away with this." He said. "You mean you have a plan?" she asked him. "Just sit back and learn from the master." He said with an evil sneer.

To Be Continued