Just a random little thing I wrote after watching Child's Play 2. I. Was. Bored. Plus, my muse is in and out faster than a drive through. And yes, all the Charles Lee Ray's are intentional- no I did not just loose any ability to be descriptive.
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Now, there were a lot of things Charles "Chucky" Lee Ray considered himself. Did he think himself a liar? Yes. What about a criminal? You can bet he sure as hell did. A cheater, no doubt about it honey. Did he consider himself a killer? No shit Sherlock, ya think? He was the fuckin Lakeshore Strangler. If that didn't say, "I'm a killer." Then he didn't know what the hell did.
If there was one thing however, that Charles Lee Ray did not consider himself, it was a screw-up. He was always thoughtful about what he did. He planned everything with precision. Not to mention, he wasn't a moron either.
So when he left John's house- the voodoo man slowly dieing of a broken heart (pun intended), he couldn't help but wonder if this was an exception to the rule.
He knew what could happen, John had been careful to cover all the bases when it came to soul transference. Charles Lee Ray supposed John was trying- in his own roundabout way, to discourage Charles Lee Ray from trying such a thing. But no, Charles Lee Ray was better than all of this, and he'd be damned if he didn't escape this wretched Good Guys doll. Because honestly, who was scared of a killer whose attire consisted of overalls and a battery pack?
After all this, now Charles Lee Ray had to go find that goddam child Andy Bar-whatever, and put his soul into the body of a little six year old! "Damn it Chucky boy," Charles Lee Ray growled, "You've really fucked up big time."
If anyone had been walking by, they would have seen a Good Guys doll walking away from the voodoo mentor's house, muttering to itself more cuss words than known to most. That unlucky individual would probably be on the receiving end of a very pissed Charles Lee Ray- turned Chucky doll…
But that's a story for another day.
