Chapter One; To Heaven and Back

Hello everyone welcome to my brand new sort of spinoff reboot of the Chucky series. I based this series off of All Dogs Go to Heaven, (I love those movies) and there will be three stories inside this series. Anyway, as usual thank you for your wonderful comments on my first series Gabrielle, and I'm glad that I touched you. I hope you enjoy this series as well, and enjoy the first chapter!

A scarred and worn out Chucky sat inside his cell wearing his blue prison uniform. He glared and clenched his teeth together with a growl as one of the officers came to fetch him. "That's him alright, number 422!" another officer exclaimed. "Alright, let's get this over with." The officer said as he unlocked the cell door. For today was the day that Chucky was supposed to be executed. However just as soon as the door opened Chucky quickly got to his feet and bolted outside of it. The alarm sounded as the officer turned over to his walkie-talkie. "He's loose! I repeat the perpetrator has escaped!" he cried while Chucky made his way out of the building.

"There he is boys get him!" he heard one of the officers yelling behind him as he started to run away towards the parking lot. Chucky could hear the sound of bullets firing at him in the distance while he ran up the hill. "Phew, I made it." He said with a sigh of relief as soon as he had made it far enough ahead of them. However he knew that didn't mean that he was out of the woods yet. Sure enough he started to hear the sounds of the whirling sirens of the police cars pulling out of the parking lot. "I better get out of here and fast." He said to himself.

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"Chucky?" James questioned later on that night as his old friend showed up on his doorstep. "Aren't you supposed to be on death row?" he asked him. "Yeah well I have been successfully reprieved." He answered. "Now I need your help, the only way those bastards won't find me is if I get rid of this God damn body for good." He explained. "I can't use Andy Barclay because he already got me trapped in here, so it has to be from someone else." He told him. "It just so happens that I know a place where you can find someone and go where the police will never find you." He said.

"Keep talking, I'm listening." Chucky said. "Oakland Orphanage up on Lakeshore Avenue. You can get in through the donation truck." He told him. "Gee thanks, I knew that I could count on you James. You may look like your brother, but you're nothing like John. He was such a fucking retarded bastard." he muttered under his breath as he turned his head and looked a crossed the street. Sure enough the donation truck was parked at the curb.

"Well they're either making really late deliveries, or really early ones. Either way I'm not going to miss that truck!" Chucky exclaimed as he bolted a crossed the street. Chucky made his way to the back of the truck and tried pulling on the handle. "Damn it, it's locked." He said when suddenly he heard the whirling of the sirens behind him. "How did those fuckin idiots find me so fast!?" he exclaimed as he quickly turned on his toes and rushed off running down the street while they continued firing their pistols at him.

"Charles Lee Ray, we have you surrounded!" one of them shouted as Chucky continued dodging the bullets. That's when suddenly the shoelaces on one of his shoes started coming loose. Chucky tripped and fell over it and landed down on the street. He barely had enough time to pull himself back up onto his feet when suddenly he heard a loud car honking and quickly turned to see the bright light of the headlights shining brightly into his eyes.

The next thing he knew the car hit him and he was flying through the air at a rapid speed. He rose higher and higher up into the air and was sent soaring past the clouds. That's when all of a sudden he could hear a hallelujah chorus ringing through his ears before he ran smack dab into the side of a golden gate. His eyeballs begun to spin wildly inside his head, and with a loud groan he grabbed the side of his face and shook his head. "Where am I?" he wondered aloud to himself realizing that he couldn't feel his scars anymore.

A group of clouds blew away in the breeze as he looked up and cocked his head to see what was written on top of the gate. "Welcome to Heaven." He read out loud to himself while the heavenly music continued inside the distance. "Oh no," he began nervously before he slowly got to his feet and stood up. "No, no, no, no, no!" he exclaimed with a shake of his head. "I can't be dead, I just can't be!" he cried when suddenly a beautiful woman with long flowing brown hair and light brown eyes appeared before him.

"I'm afraid you are Chucky." She said. "What's going on here?" he asked her. "How do you know my name?" he asked. "We know everything about you." She answered. "Well, where am I?" he asked her. "This is the great hall of judgement." She responded. "Judgement!? Oh no, I've had too much of that down on earth." He told her. "Oh don't worry Chucky you'll go to Heaven. All dolls go to Heaven because unlike people the soul of a doll is naturally good and kind to children." She explained as Chucky rolled his eyes.

"It's obvious you don't know me, boy are you badly mistaken lady." He said with a chuckle. "Oh I'm sure you couldn't have done anything that bad." She said when suddenly a thick brown book appeared inside her hands. She flipped a few pages. "Oh my," she began. "You're having second thoughts now aren't you?" Chucky questioned while she continued flipping pages. "It appears that you're right Chucky. There is no way I can let you into Heaven now. It looks like I'll have to send your soul to Hell immediately." She began as she shut the book tightly.

"Good, I'll send you a postcard when I get there." Chucky said. "Unless,.." she began. "Unless what?" he asked her. "Unless you can have a change of heart." She said. "I'll make you a deal that I don't usually make to people, but in this case I'll make an exception." She began. "What do you mean?" he asked her. "I can give you some time to do something kind for someone you love, and if you are able to prove yourself worthy enough I'll let you in." she explained. "You mean? You're going to send me back?" he questioned her. "Yes but if you fail and die again you can't ever come back." She told him. "Do we have a deal?" she asked him.

At this Chucky's mind started to race. If he could find a new body without dying, then he would finally be free at last. "Gee I don't know," he began casually. "I was kind of looking forward to meeting the devil." He said with a grin. "What the hell, I'll do it." He agreed. "Good, I believe that you'll end up doing the right thing." She said as she dug into her robe and sprinkled some magic silvery shimmering dust over his head before he slowly began to disappear.

The next thing that he knew he was laying on the side of the road. Chucky popped his eyes open and started to sit up with a groan while placing a hand on top of his head. "Oh what a nightmare," he began. "I have got to stop eating Swedish meatballs before bed!" he cried before he got to his feet and started to run away as it started to rain.