Hey there, diary. It's me, Glen Ray . I still can't believe the shocking revelation that I am Chucky's child. The past few days have been a whirlwind of emotions and revelations that have left me reeling.
Growing up with Psychs as his ventriloquist dummy was not easy. The constant abuse and embarrassment were something I had come to accept as a part of my life. But deep down, there was always this nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right.
When Glenda and I saw the behind-the-scenes footage of an upcoming movie based on our parents, Chucky and Tiffany, everything suddenly clicked into place. We knew we had to find them and confront them about their neglectful parenting.
Escaping from Psychs was no easy feat, but we managed to make it out alive and headed straight for Hollywood in search of our long-lost parents. And when we finally found them - now mere dummies in one of Jennifer Tilly's films - I knew it was time to bring them back to life.
Using the voodoo amulet passed down from previous encounters with Chucky and Tiffany, I performed the ritual that would bring my parents back from their wooden slumber. And when Chucky woke up only to realize that Glenda is actually his child too...well let's just say he fainted!
The shock on their faces mirrored my own internal turmoil at finally coming face-to-face with the reality of who I truly am: a product of two infamous killer dolls turned human beings turned dolls again turned humans again...it's all so confusing!
But despite everything, deep down inside me lies a sense of belonging like never before. Finally knowing where I came from has brought some sort of closure to years spent wandering aimlessly through life without purpose or direction.
And as strange as it may sound coming from someone like me - someone who grew up in such twisted circumstances - finding out about my true parentage has given me hope for a brighter future ahead filled with love instead fear; acceptance rather than rejection; understanding over judgmental attitudes toward those different than ourselves...
In conclusion (if you could call anything conclusive after what happened), discovering your roots can be both terrifyingly exhilarating experience all wrapped up into one messy package deal called family ties! Life sure is funny sometimes isn't it?