Prologue.
It was Christmas Eve, 1995, and silence spread through the Scott household like a fine mist.
Silence beyond the rapid pitter-patter of small shoes, that is. In the light from the giant tree, the shadows of the room were dimly lit, and it guided the small child-like figure's way to the presents stored beneath.
He kept a sharp ear out, should the owners of the house awaken. He shifted through the boxes, finding the largest one at the back. He glared at the packaging.
"I knew I could sense another around here..." He muttered to himself as he tore a small piece of the corner to look underneath the wrapping.
It seemed to be a large leather case of some sort. Now things were getting interesting. But he'd wait until morning to find out the full surprise. Chucky grinned as the multicoloured lights lit up his face.
"And who might you be, Dummy?"
A/N - I DO NOT own Child's Play's Chucky, or the to-be-revealed Dummy.