Chucky Junior Novels & Stories

Furniture exploded into dust, and wood chips danced in the air. Mystical Chubby had to protect Kenny and the others, so he could not afford to let his guard down, resulting in a deadlock with the attackers. After knocking three of the elders to the ground with a forceful sweep of his hand, Mystical Chubby shouted again, "Old Tucker, move!" "Right," Old Tucker grunted, grabbing Kenny's arm and hustling him toward the exit. "Hold it right there. You two aren't going anywhere!" Hoyt, who had been spectating the scuffle, suddenly blocked their path.

"It's okay, Sweety. Come here, accompany me. Tonight, you are on my booking list. My nephew is a little stiff. He's like his father, who died young because he lived too straight." "Uncle, I didn't come here to hear Uncle gossip about my late father. My father is at peace in heaven," said John angrily. "Okay, okay." Chuck pulled the girl into his lap. The middle-aged man kissed the girl's neck while handing John a piece of paper. "Sweety, your body smells really good. Can your game be as great as I imagine?" Chuck fondled the girl in his lap while waiting for John, who was reading his paper. "Ah, sir. Of course, don't doubt my abilities." The girl also compensated for Chuck's pervertedness by

Most asked, motioning at Chirag. "Told him what?" Hunter. Josh rolls his eyes, used to Hunter's guirreral tactics. "I don't know if you noticed but since you came to HGWells Junior/High School, there's been a lot of weird stuff going on". Chirag looked genuinely confused. "Weird?" He asks. "The only weird thing I've noticed is Fregley eating his boogies" Chirag shudders, no doubt visualizing the disturbing image in his head.

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

Chucky arrived thr scene a few minutes later, and the moment I saw him in our house, I pulled out my gun, and I shot him multiple times. Chucky was my first victim, and that was the first time I went to jail. *End of flash back*

Junior did exactly what the chimp had instructed him to do. The old guy descended and instructed Junior to kill the chimp. Junior knew well that he was not up to confronting the beast. The animal pounced on Junior's chest, lifting him into the woods as he rolled and locked himself on a massive tree. The monkey pursued him and struck him a second time. But this time, jr took the animal's strike and held his ground. Junior fought the beast since his eyes were inflamed. It was a battle between the two. Junior was astute in avoiding the animal's blows. Junior, like his master, could fry at the speed of light. Because of their conflict, some trees in the vicinity toppled.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

~103~ Chiara “Sorry. Am I late?” A voice bustled at the entrance. My gaze followed a woman with the big bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Her sundress with peach and white prints followed her hasty movements. Her gold locks fell on her shoulders and dimples appeared on her chubby cheeks the moment she saw Junior. Good lord, she looked like a doll. “Babe, shh…” that was all I heard before Junior dragged her to the kitchen. Their height difference was almost comical as the blondie reached only above his stomach. But, babe? He had a girlfriend?

“From your mouth to this disciplinary table.” A bell chimed. Two fellows walked in and escorted her out. ******* MALL — EVENING Junior held a cup of ice cream in his right hand and a flake of Pringles in the other. Any random child on junk shopping would be buzzing, but he was a contrast, his mood was gloomy, cheeks drawn in —wrinkled. Sophia approached with an action figure she picked for him. “Junior…. Look what I found” She smiled, waving the box. Junior raised his head and blinked at her. “Did Mummy get in big trouble?”

As soon as he catches my eye, he gets a giant grin on his face. "Hey, buddy," I say with a smile. "Did you like the game?" "Dadada!" he yells, bouncing up and down in Quincy's arms, reaching for me. Quincy stops dead in her tracks, eyes wide. I'm pretty sure I look the exact same way, except I feel pale. Chance reaches for me, and he's stretched so far, I'm afraid he's going to fall, so I take him from her. He immediately gives me a big slobbery kiss. I chuckle, but inside, I'm panicking.