The man who brought me into this world stands in front of me before his arms envelope me in a way I have no words to describe, an action in which I wasted my whole youth longing for. I go rigid against his slightest touch as my mind dances with a thousand thoughts all at once before the only one that felt right presents itself to me.

Reaching behind myself my fingertips brush against the cool, wooden handle of my butcher knife I had stowed away. A sense of empowerment rushes over every nerve in my body as I grip it with all my strength as if my very life depended on. No, no…not my life. Only my enjoyment. I was going to commit an atrocious act, a fantasy if you will- one I had only expressed in each and every stroke of my paintbrush and gallons of red paint.

Until today.

As many times as I struggle to piece together the next few moments in my mind I never seem to get it right. Every single bit of self-control I had demonstrated in prior years had diminished all in one flurry of red as I plunged the knife into his body. Somewhere in my mind it registers he is screaming, but the words I do not know for certain.

Sickening laughter slips through my lips, rumbling my chest as the very life-force in his eyes drains before he, finally, slumps forward against me. I wasn't ready to come off my high, so as if I was being controlled by another force my fingers dip past flesh…closing around the first slimy organ that I touch. I yank it out, dropping it at my feet.

It didn't stop there, oh no, it wasn't until I emptied his worthless carcass of every single thing that kept him ticking for all those years did I finally stop. The blood coated nearly every inch of my arms, reaching nearly to my elbows.

I did it.

I succeeded in making him just as hollow as he left me…every time I was beaten…every year that passed by where I didn't even cross his mind.

Then why am I crying?


{A/N}

Despite some of their more cringe worthy dialogue, I was inspired by the comics made by Devil's Due Publishing. Their portrayal of Chucky made two interesting statements that I kind of just, connected the dots and ran away with it. I think the way he goes about saying these things are a bit out of character but over all I like the concepts. The first one was along the lines of,"Hey, I should warn you. I gutted the last person who hugged me. But...Dad should have known better." And the second one implied that when Chucky wasn't off murdering people he felt hollow.

On a side note, this little drabble is going to be followed by one or two more when I finish writing them. I was going to type all three parts into one, fairly long document but I decided against it because they're all about (somewhat) different things and take place during different parts of Chucky's life.