You were a teenage boy. Your parents weren't in your life. Well, they were, but they were gone most of the time. So when it hit your birthday, of course they got you a good guy doll as if you were a child.

About a few months ago, the doll, Chucky, had shown his true self to you. Sure, he tried to kill you at first... But then you guys got closer. He seemed to have a softer spot for teens and kids.

You guys have been closer. It's crazy you say but he's almost like... A father? I know. A doll possessed by a serial killer is a father figure to someone. Sounds like a fever dream.

Unfortunately for you, you've always known you were queer but tried to push it down. Because of course, your parents were conservative bigots. Chucky, being the type of guy he is, immediately noticed.

"Ok, kid. Stop being a little bitch and sulking around. Tell me what's up."

The doll said as he hopped up on the bed.