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When the twins were reborn into two separate bodies, Tiffany was too preoccupied with the mayhem of transferring her soul into Jennifer Tilly to keep an eye on the babies… or Chucky. She didn’t see when he transferred a fraction of his soul into a cop who arrived at the scene, and she didn’t notice when Chucky’s doll body went down without much of a fight (come on, why would he seriously fight his own child? He wasn’t a monster).
But she really should have noticed when she went to sleep one night with two babies in the house and woke up the next morning with only Glenda in the house. Baby Glen was already nearly out of the state with their father (in his new human body). Glen was taken because, well, Chucky was a proud man, and he had many hills that he was willing to die on. This particular hill was that he wasn’t losing both of his children to Tiffany, that wasn’t happening, no way.
Besides, raising a kid would be fun, right? He was doing Tiffany a favour, because twins are hard work (Chucky thought so at least) so if they both took one twin they’d share the workload. He really thought that being a father would be easy… how wrong he was.
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As Glen got bigger and began to move around, Chucky realised that he’d have to find somewhere secure to keep his kid trapped safe, because Tiffany had used her newfound influence as a celebrity to put up billboards and adverts offering a reward for the safe return of her kidnapped eldest child. Glen had unmistakable red hair, that would be a dead giveaway if they were ever in public, so something had to be done.
It was actually pretty easy to find an abandoned house in the countryside with windows that could be barred. The hard part was trying to keep the naturally curious Glen from exploring. To combat this issue, Chucky invented a variety of cruel monsters that would await them if they ever left the protection of their father. For example, if Glen asked to go into the woods surrounding the house to pick berries, Chucky would give them a ‘regretful’ look and say ‘sadly’:
“I really wish I could take you outside, champ. Really, I know how much you want to go outside, but the werewolves are really vicious this time of year, you’d get ripped to shreds if you so much as snap a twig. Nothing I can do, sorry buddy.”
And so, Glen grew up very sheltered, with limited media access to prevent them from seeing their mother’s plea for them to come home as well as to preserve their naivety about the outside world. If Glen ever knew about what they were missing, everything Chucky had done would be ruined.
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It was the week before Glen’s eighteenth birthday, and all they knew for certain is that for their entire life there had been something… missing. Like there was something they were supposed to know or be that had been denied to them by… somebody. The only person who could possibly be lying to them was their dad, but he was the only person protecting them, surely he wouldn’t lie? He’d always told Glen the truth about how dangerous the world was.
Despite being told for their entire life that the world was really dangerous, Glen was desperate to go outside, and they were nearly eighteen now - an adult! Surely their dad wouldn’t mind if they left the house as a full-grown adult? Glen tried to bring up the subject with their dad every day, but every time the word ‘outside’ escaped their lips, their dad would glare at them and say coolly:
“We’ve talked about this, Glen, ever since you were a little kid. What have I always said about the world?”
And every time Glen would reply:
“That it’s dangerous, dad. I know.”
Then their father would respond whilst patting them on the shoulder:
“Exactly, so just stay home where it’s safe, yeah?”
But not today. Glen wasn’t backing down this time, no matter what. They had backing arguments and were prepared to beg if necessary. They just wanted to feel the breeze in their hair and blades of grass between their fingers. Was that a crime? They didn’t think so.
So when their dad came home, Glen set their plan into motion. They pulled out the big presentation they’d made on poster board from under their bed and detailed all of the merits of them being allowed to outside for once. Their dad watched all of this with his arms crossed and a disapproving scowl, and when Glen was finished he simply said:
“No.”
Disappointed, Glen began to plead:
“C’mon dad, I’m eighteen now! I’m an adult!”
Chucky snorted and responded:
“Try again when you can legally buy a beer. You’re still a kid, champ. The answer’s still no, nice presentation though.”
With this, Chucky clearly thought the discussion was over, because he turned and began to walk away. But out of sheer desperation, Glen grabbed a hold of their father’s shoulders to beg him to stay. Maybe it was the argument, maybe it was the grabbing, but whatever caused it, Chucky turned around and shoved Glen to the ground. Hard.
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Just ten minutes later, Chucky was begging for Glen’s forgiveness (even if he didn’t seem all that sincere). He kept asking if there was anything he could do to make it up to them, and at first Glen refused, but then an escape plan formed in their mind. If they could get their father out of the house for long enough, Glen could find a way to get out. With this in mind, they smiled coyly and said casually:
“Y’know, it’s my birthday in a week…”
Slightly confused, Chucky shrugged and responded:
“Yeah, I know, I was there.”
In their best neutral tone, Glen continued:
“I remember one year you got me these really cool paints made from seashells? I think that’s what I want for my birthday this year if you don’t mind.”
Chucky looked hesitant.
“Are you sure champ? Those shells can’t be ordered online, they’re a long way away, I’d be gone for a few days.”
Glen pouted and gave him their best puppy eyes.
“Please? It’s all I want for my birthday.”
Their dad still looked unsure, but something in his expression softened, and Glen knew they’d done it.
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It took two hours and a lot of spare fabric like bedsheets and jackets, but Glen finally found a window that was open enough for them to drop part of their homemade rope to the ground below, close their eyes and pray. Glen was ripped from their prayer for safety when they felt a tug on the rope, like someone was climbing up. Sure enough, with much puffing and panting, a teenager with short red hair who looked remarkably like Glen had climbed their way up the rope, a relieved expression on their face.
“Thank god! I didn’t think I’d ever get in, you’re a lifesaver!”
Glen screamed and nearly let go of the rope before the teenager in front of them raised one of their hands in a placating gesture, saying:
“No, no, please! Just hear me out for a second, okay?”
Glen didn’t trust this person. All they’d ever been taught was that people from the outside world were dangerous, and even though they were determined to explore the world, they were still very wary of people - and this one had just climbed into their house without warning.
“W-who are you? How are you in my house? Why should I trust you?!”
Glen fired these questions at the stranger as they helped them in, pulling in the rope so it wouldn’t fall. The stranger just laughed nervously (a habit Glen shared… seriously, who was this person) before offering out their hand to shake Glen’s.
“I know this is gonna sound crazy, I’m still getting my head around it. But basically, mom and I have been looking for literal years, and I came on a camping trip on my own this week because it’s my birthday this week and I wanted to have some fun. I saw you in one of the windows and I just thought, wow, a person who looks like me, locked up in a big creepy house- no offence- then it has to be… Long story short, I’m Glenda, pronouns they/them. I think I’m your twin.”
Glen had nothing to say in response to that.