Charles Lee Ray, also known as Chucky, The Killer Doll had just finished stitching his body back together in the emergency room of the hospital that Jennifer Tilly had been staying in. He hadn't sewn his left arm back on yet as he was planning to send it to Jennifer Tilly's mansion so he could torture his ex-wife and children without actually being there. He couldn't be there to kill his ex-family in person since he had other matters to attend to. If he were planning on being an evil, haunted, killer doll forever, he would still need a human to do most of the legwork for him and get him to the places he needed to go to. He would need to call an old friend of his, one he could trust and one that wouldn't abandon him like Eddie Cuputo did but who would he call? The doll pondered on this for a moment, before a name finally came to mind.
"Jade! That's it, I'll call Jade!" He exclaimed. Jade was not the same girl Chucky and Tiffany had hitched a ride with back to Jersey but a different person that went by the same name. Jade was Chucky's childhood, best friend from grade school; they use to get into all sorts of trouble together back then, from mischievous pranks, to vandalism but they had parted ways when Chucky had grown older, moved back to his home town and had begun to get into some more serious crimes. Though he didn't keep in touch with her, he still remembered her phone number; he just hoped that she hadn't changed it by now.
He climbed atop of the hospital bed to reach the phone on the bedside table and began to quickly dial her number. Jade would be the perfect partner in crime since she and Chucky were particularly close. He waited nervously for a response as he silently hoped for the best.
"Hello?" A woman's voice answered from the other line.
"Hey, is this Jade Starr?" Chucky nervously but hopefully asked into the phone. It had been a long time since he had talked to Jade if this was her that is and it gave him a feeling of shyness for some reason as he could feel his own face heating up from adrenaline.
"Yeah, this is she. Can I ask who's calling?" The woman on the other line replied, confirming her identity. Chucky perked up a bit as a large smile spread across his lips. It was indeed Jade.
"Jade! Hey, it's me, Chucky! Remember me?" Chucky happily replied to Jade's question.
"Chucky?! Carles Lee Ray, Chucky?! Is it really you?! Hey, long time, no see buddy! How've ya been?!" Jade asked excitedly upon finding out that it was her childhood, best friend on the other line.
It had been such a long time since she had seen or heard from him. They use to do all kinds of fun stuff together from switching around the license-plates on people's cars, to stealing alcohol and cigarettes from their parents. They had some crazy but good times together.
"Not good...Ya see? My wife left me and took the kids so now I got nowhere to stay..." Chucky sighed at the memories of the betrayal by his own family. First his parents, then Eddie and now them too?
"Aw man, I'm sorry to hear that...Well, you can come live with me, here in Seattle if you want; I have an extra bedroom in my apartment. It'll be just like old times." Jade offered. It was then Chucky realized that she hadn't seen him in years and that there was no way she possibly could have known that he was trapped inside of the body of a Good Guy Doll now but Jade had always been understanding when it came to him so he wasn't too worried about telling her.
"That'd be great but there's one, more thing I forgot to tell ya 'bout..." Chucky began, hesitant to reveal his true form to her.
"What is it Chuck'?" She asked in slight concern.
"Well, it's just that...Ya see? Somethin' happened to me a while back and I kinda look well...different now...Just promise me ya won't freak out when ya see me..." Chucky explained, on the verge of tears.
"Aw Charles, I don't care about what you look like on the outside; no deformity of any kind is going to make me stop caring about you or change any of the good times we had together..." Jade reassured, easing the doll's anxiety.
"Thanks Jade...I'll be at your apartment tomorrow I promise..." Chucky replied with a soft smile. Out of all the people he had come to know in his lifetime, Jade was the only person, who's word he truly trusted over all the others'.
"No problem Chuck'." Jade responded, before giving Chucky the address to her apartment. Once he had gotten the address, Chucky had snuck out of the hospital and had hitched a ride in the back of someone's pickup-truck to the nearest airport undetected by any other humans. There he snuck into the luggage that was going to Seattle undetected and relaxed as he awaited the arrival to his next destination.
TO BE CONTINUED...