Not Your Average Child's Play!
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1 through F › Child's Play
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
9,749
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0
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I DO NOT own "Seed Of Chucky" nor any of it's characters, and no, I do NOT intend for monetary gain buy the writing of this fanfic. I just bend them to my will before giving em back!
Through the child's eyes
Glen was in the room opposite to Tiffany and Chucky, and began to scan the magazines, a smile of curiosity rose, eyeing the scenery of uncensored bodies. Peeking over at the other article of unsightly nudities, Glen gave a squeak of fright, seeing the bloodied images of the 'Fangoria' photos and threw it aside, feeling a twitch in the left eye. Recovering, Glen took note of the topless woman upon the cover, accompanied by another of the female gender, in the shower together, one of them in back, stroking the one in front. Glen's smile grew bigger, the feeling of curiosity rising, and a certain something Glen just couldn't figure out! It was the same feeling that came while watching Chucky and Tiffany during their mating ritual. Scanning the pages, Glen discovered many things about sexualities. Men, women, men and men, women and women, and even toys! Glen discovered homosexuality, ranging from magazine titles, such as 'Lesbian News' to 'Go Gay!', and even a little something called 'Incest Digest', a special look into incest cases, ranging from brothers, sisters and even children and parents getting married. 'Bestialities Beloved', an odd and bizarre package telling tales of pet owners and their pets engaging in marriage and, along with it came 'Botanical Bonus', a bonus magazine for plant lovers, depicting plants and explaining their methods of reproduction, as well as some interesting pictures of humans of the two genders performing some sort of plant/human mating sessions. Finally, the 'Insiders Guide To Sex', talking about different kinds of reproductive organs and how they function, along with an article about many toys that could be used, if need be, or, if just for fun. These only made Glen grow further hungry for Chucky, mind swarming and filling to the brim of graphic love making, daughters and fathers, sons and mothers, daughters and mothers, sons and fathers, husband and wife, man and man, woman and woman, human and animal...everything, so appetizing! Glen now knew just about everything, and what Glen didn't know would be unveiled soon enough.
Chucky finally came from the opposite room, Tiffany, almost unconscious from being so worn out after the entire evening of self pleasure, and had no notice of what was about to happen in the other room. Though, she had been aware of Chucky's rather reluctant attitude of sex that night, being nervous through most of the process, most unlike him, however, her sexual driven side gave no consideration for this after a while. Glen had pretty much, everything planned out for dad, in order to better pleasure him. Glen always had a likeness for Chucky, even though they did go in separate directions at times, Glen knew, and always knew, that Chucky held a special certain place in his heart for his son, even if that meant scarring Glen for life in the meantime. Chucky, now stepping out of the room, paced for a bit, slow, but certainly not steady. Taking a step forward, only to retreat again by two. His eyes shifted at many times as he approached the room, loathing the idea, oh so much. "Dad? Are you ready?" Called the voice in front from beyond the doorway. He longed just to back down, but that was not Chucky's nature. Only this time, he realized, he wasn't doing this to harm Glen by any means. He was only going to show his son, not actually getting involved in the process...which, now didn't sound like such a bad idea, after all. He wouldn’t have to hurt Glen in any way. It was just education, and all for education. What about rape? That could work! Maybe it would help Glen become a bit more blood thirsty and tap into the killer instincts? With that, his footsteps increased a bit speed...and, besides, if he didn't go through with this, Glen would tell Tiffany of Chucky's late night hobby, and Chucky just wasn't in the mood at that time, nor, any other time to get involved and tangled in an argument! "Yes, I am son." Answered Chucky, finally after a very long pause. Stepping into the room, his eyes drifted, and found the magazines Glen had stored away, the 'Fangoria' magazine catching his interest, and quite so, suddenly Chucky felt his libido beginning to come back. Perhaps, it would dull the pain if he were to browse those very pages in his head? A distraction, maybe? That could very well work, and, if Glen was this interested in sexual urges, could it be that he may manipulate Glen's psyche into combining rape and bloodshed together? Yes, it would be worth a try! After all, as much as Chucky loved a late night killing spree, it just wasn't the same without someone to share it with, and perhaps a violent gore fest of rape and plunder would be good for a change on the menu? Certainly! Chucky was less hesitant now, and intended to teach his son all about the things he had never learned, little did he know he was going to be taught a few things as well. Still, something didn't settle right at the pit of his plastic stomach.
Chucky finally came from the opposite room, Tiffany, almost unconscious from being so worn out after the entire evening of self pleasure, and had no notice of what was about to happen in the other room. Though, she had been aware of Chucky's rather reluctant attitude of sex that night, being nervous through most of the process, most unlike him, however, her sexual driven side gave no consideration for this after a while. Glen had pretty much, everything planned out for dad, in order to better pleasure him. Glen always had a likeness for Chucky, even though they did go in separate directions at times, Glen knew, and always knew, that Chucky held a special certain place in his heart for his son, even if that meant scarring Glen for life in the meantime. Chucky, now stepping out of the room, paced for a bit, slow, but certainly not steady. Taking a step forward, only to retreat again by two. His eyes shifted at many times as he approached the room, loathing the idea, oh so much. "Dad? Are you ready?" Called the voice in front from beyond the doorway. He longed just to back down, but that was not Chucky's nature. Only this time, he realized, he wasn't doing this to harm Glen by any means. He was only going to show his son, not actually getting involved in the process...which, now didn't sound like such a bad idea, after all. He wouldn’t have to hurt Glen in any way. It was just education, and all for education. What about rape? That could work! Maybe it would help Glen become a bit more blood thirsty and tap into the killer instincts? With that, his footsteps increased a bit speed...and, besides, if he didn't go through with this, Glen would tell Tiffany of Chucky's late night hobby, and Chucky just wasn't in the mood at that time, nor, any other time to get involved and tangled in an argument! "Yes, I am son." Answered Chucky, finally after a very long pause. Stepping into the room, his eyes drifted, and found the magazines Glen had stored away, the 'Fangoria' magazine catching his interest, and quite so, suddenly Chucky felt his libido beginning to come back. Perhaps, it would dull the pain if he were to browse those very pages in his head? A distraction, maybe? That could very well work, and, if Glen was this interested in sexual urges, could it be that he may manipulate Glen's psyche into combining rape and bloodshed together? Yes, it would be worth a try! After all, as much as Chucky loved a late night killing spree, it just wasn't the same without someone to share it with, and perhaps a violent gore fest of rape and plunder would be good for a change on the menu? Certainly! Chucky was less hesitant now, and intended to teach his son all about the things he had never learned, little did he know he was going to be taught a few things as well. Still, something didn't settle right at the pit of his plastic stomach.