This is a very, very short little start to the millionth time of me writing the sequel to Chucky Plays Back and if it's at a good start let me know so I can continue this as soon as I get the chance. Thanks.
Prologue
Weeks had gone by since the scene at Andy Barclay's house and even though Andy was dead, Chucky didn't feel as satisfied as he thought he would. As far as Chucky was concerned Glen had done Andy a favor by killing him because the fucker wasn't suffering and Chucky couldn't make him suffer either, and he didn't want that. He wanted Andy to pay dearly for all the hell the brat had put him through and he knew just how to do it, and with some help from a very old friend…