It wasn’t always so easy being the child of Charles Lee ray, aka ~~chucky~~. You been treated differently or had people judge you from just hearing your last name..but you couldn’t lie you didn’t mind it. You had freedom and dad never said no, only because he was doing much, much worse.

You found out your dad was a murderer when you were 11, woken up to a man screaming with a sound of an axe. You went downstairs and saw the man layed out in your small living room with your own father standing over him. You didn’t freak out, which confused your dad but he soon got used to it. Both of you guys did.

Now, your dad is forcing you into some public middle school. After two years of being “homeschooled” the police was suspecting you weren’t actually being schooled. And of course your dad didn’t wanna risk police coming over. You walk down the halls before a blonde, rich and stuck up looking girl, Lexy stood infront of you, hand in hand with her boyfriend, junior who looked annoyed

“so your the daughter of that serial killer? I bet your just like him.” Lexy said before she gave you a judgemental up and down look, walking away and dragging junior with her.

You walked out the school doors, ready to walk home since your dad was to busy hiding to come pick you up.

You walked out the schools gates before someone grabbed your wrist. junior wheeler, who wasn’t stuck to lexys side for once.

“..uh sorry for what Lexy said. she doesn’t really know she’s saying sometimes. Im sure..you’re not like your dad.” Junior said. apologizing for his girlfriend’s behavior? weird.