Andy Barclay heard the doorbell ring, and upon opening the door to his apartment, was met by a woman working for the delivery company US-X.
"Package for you." The woman stated, giving him a digital signature pad.
"Really?" Andy asked, surprised. Carefully, he took the pad and signed it.
"Maybe you won something." The woman suggested.
"Must be my lucky day." Andy replied, giving the pad back. The woman took the pad, and picked up the delivery box.
"Have a good one." She said, handing the package to Andy.
"Thanks, you too." Andy muttered, turning around and shutting the door. Andy slowly walked up the stairs to his room, where the Woody Woodpecker cartoon "The Screwball" could be heard on his TV. Andy was about to open his package, when the phone began ringing.
"Hello? Oh hi, Mom, how are you doing?" Andy asked once he answered the call.
"I waited for you to call all day." Karen Barclay said on the other end. "I can't believe you forgot!"
"Oh, sorry I didn't call." Andy said, with remorse in his voice. "I meant to."
"Am I still going to see you for your birthday?" Karen asked.
"Yeah, I'm definitely coming for my birthday tomorrow." Andy replied. Unbeknownst to him, a knife had stabbed through the package, and was sawing its way out.
"I'm still wondering what I should get you." Karen muttered.
"No, don't get me anything." Andy said quickly, not wanting to bother his mother. "Just do me a favor, Mom, no surprises, Okay?"
"Oh, alright. You are coming tomorrow, though, right?" Karen double checked.
"Yeah, I'll be there at noon, maybe one." Andy estimated, before changing the subject. "What are you making for dinner?"
"I'm just making pasta with fettuccine alfredo, with garlic bread." Karen listed off. "You still like that, right?"
"Yeah." Andy said, while the knife in the box kept sawing through the cardboard. "How's Mike doing?"
"Mike is fine." Karen said. "He had to work a bit late today, but overall, he's doing great."
"Well, tell him I said hello." Andy told her.
"Will you stay around to see him?" Karen asked. "He might need to work late tomorrow too."
"Um, yeah." Andy replied.
"That's great Andy!" Karen said. "Just remember to be there at around noon."
"Alright." Andy said, marking the time on a calendar. "Well, I'll see you at around that time."
"I gotta go, bye Andy." Karen suddenly said. "I should probably start working on cleaning the house."
"Okay, yeah." Andy responded, hanging up. Putting the phone down, Andy looked back at the package, having heard the knife cutting into the box. Unsurprisingly, he saw his old "friend", Chucky, had cut his way out of the package, and was staring at the photos of Andy and his mother. It had been fifteen years since they faced each other, back at Kent Academy, but Andy wasn't a scared little kid anymore. While Chucky was distracted, Andy went over to a cabinet and quietly pulled out a 12 gauge shotgun. Andy silently walked over and pointed the shotgun at the back of Chucky's head, just in time for the doll to turn around. What was a smirk a few seconds ago came a look of fear and a gasp, as Chucky found himself staring directly at the barrel of a gun.
"Play with this!" Andy said confidently, cranking the pump back.
"Andy, wait!" Chucky said, but Andy didn't listen, and pulling the trigger, blew half of Chucky's face off. Knowing that most likely, Chucky was just knocked out and not dead, Andy quickly took an axe out of the same cabinet and cut off the head, got a small piece of wood, and nailed the head down. After finishing securing the sides of the head with a chain, Andy looked behind him, staring at something on the mantle.
"I know you want a crack at him, but patience is a virtue." Andy said. "I've learned that after waiting fifteen years for this fucker to finally show up…"