A/N: This is a new crossover story idea that I had. Please let me know what you think of it. I may or may not continue it, it just depends on how many people enjoy it. Plus, I'm also working on another fanfic, so I probably won't be able to continue this until after I finish my other story. This is just a one-shot idea that I had, I hope you like it! :)

Chapter 1

"That's the story of, that's the glory of love!"

The sweet tune could be heard throughout the halls of the small orphanage, but to Leena Klammer, it was anything but sweet. In fact, Leena despised that ridiculous little song. She felt childish every time the stupid lyrics escaped from her lips. But then again, that's exactly what she wanted; to seem childish to anyone she was near.

Leena continued singing the melody as she sat down on her bed. Slowly but surely, she reached under her pillow, pulling out her most prized possession; a Saarne Institute Bible.

The pages of the Bible were stained yellow with age, making it hardly readable. But that didn't matter to Leena. Besides, she wouldn't even be caught dead reading such a stupid thing. She hated any type of religion. The small book was merely just an item to help keep up the innocence of her façade. But the book also held her darkest secrets and memories. Memories of being locked away in the Saarne Institute like a caged animal for six years. Memories of fighting against the restraints of her straightjacket, leaving her with scars around her wrists and neck. Memories of being taunted and laughed at for her small size. But as Leena began flipping through the pages of her Bible, she knew that all of those horrible memories would soon be worth it. As she flipped through the book, the faces of different men smiled up at her. Each of the men in the pictures brought back even more memories to Leena, for they had all experienced the same deadly fate.

It's their fault that they're dead, Leena thought, If only they didn't reject me, then they would still be alive.

It was true; Leena didn't want to kill them. She had loved each and every one of those men, or at least she thought she did. But they had rejected her love, the love she so desperately wanted.

"Soon," Leena whispered to herself, "Soon I'll find a man who will love me for me."

Leena opened her mouth and began singing the sweet melody, filling the hallways with the sound of her voice once again. Maybe the song wasn't so ridiculous after all.

"That's the story of, that's the glory of love . . ."

"Do you honestly think it's gonna work?"

"Well, there's only one way to find out,"

The teenage boy watched as his friend slowly placed the scarred-face Good Guy doll on the ground. His friend was obsessed with voodoo magic, and when he had heard about the legend of the famous killer doll, he just had to try to bring it back to life himself.

Stealing the doll from the old Halloween store had been easier than they thought, but as they stood alone in the house, they actually started to feel a bit scared. What if the chant worked and the doll really did come back to life? What if the doll tried to kill them? They both shook their fear off. Odds were, it probably wasn't going to work anyway. It was just a legend after all . . . right?

In the other boy's hand, he held the book titled, "Voodoo for Dummies". He flipped the book to the exact page he needed. Taking a deep breath, he began chanting:

"Ade Due me the power I beg of you. Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte. Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Ade Due Damballa, Awake!"

Both of the boys looked down at the doll, but nothing happened.

"Awake!" The boy yelled once more.

Again, nothing happened.

"See! I told you it wasn't gonna work!"

"Whatever,"

The two teens turned away to leave, but both stopped when they heard something move behind them. They quickly turned around. Their eyes widen in shock . . . the doll was gone.

"What the fuck?" one of the boys whispered.

Just then, an evil laughter broke through the empty house.

"Dude, stop trying to scare me! It isn't gonna work."

"I-I'm not doing a-anything,"

Another evil chuckle was heard.

"I'm serious, you better sto-" The boy started to say.

Just then, the teenager fell to the ground as a sharp pain went through his leg. He slowly reached down to touch his wound. His fingers then touched a thick, gooey substance. Blood. Someone or something had just stabbed him.

"Thanks for bringing me back, guys!" an eerie voice spoke.

The boys quickly turned their heads. Standing behind them was the two-foot Good Guy doll. His mouth formed into a menacing smile as he stared at them with his piercing blue eyes. In his hands he held a large, bloody knife.

The boy screamed as he watched the doll began to violently stab his friend. Blood splattered everywhere as the little doll let out a sadistic laugh.

"Please, p-please don't hurt me!" The boy cried. After witnessing his best friend being murdered, he was too afraid to move. He closed his eyes. Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe when he opened his eyes the doll would be gone. Slowly, the boy opened his eyes. To his surprise, the doll was nowhere in sight! But that still didn't shake the terrified feeling the boy had as he looked down at the bloody body of his friend.

All of a sudden, he felt something latch onto his back. The teen's horrified scream soon became nothing but small gurgles. The doll had managed to slit his throat, causing the boy to choke on his own blood. In a matter of seconds, the boy collapsed on the floor. Dead.

Chucky stood up, shaking his head in amusement.

"Those dumbasses had it coming to them!" He laughed.

Chucky then wiped the bloody knife clean on his overalls, and then he stuffed it into his pocket.

He then let out another evil chuckle, "Ready or not, Andy! Chucky's coming for you. . ."