November 9, 1988

Tiffany stared at the television screen while her eyes welled up with tears.

"Good morning Chicago. Leading off at this hour, Charles Lee Ray the notorious Lakeshore Straggler was shot and killed shortly before 3am this morning on wabash avenue."

"Why did you have to go now?" she cried in agony "Now of all times." She looked down at her hand where a large diamond ring sat. The ring that he left for her. She had waited so long for him to ask her but the night he left it, he left her as well. Everything would have been absolutely perfect, if only he had lived.

Tiffany glanced at her other hand where she was holding the small stick. Positive. She let out a shaky breath as the tears cascaded down her cheeks. Every thing would have been perfect.

June 15 1999

It was way to cold. I couldn't stand this weather. I ran to the trailer park where my mom and i lived. The rain was soaking into my favorite blue sweater. It was pretty late, almost midnight. I was at Rachel's house until 10:30 and it takes more than an hour to get back here on foot. I really need to get more money for the bus. I knew my mom wouldn't get mad or freak out about me being out so late. She's a lot more passive about these things then most ten year olds mothers. She taught me all about being street smart. She taught me how to fight, how to get money and food (by killing someone and not killing someone), and even how to fix injuries. But she mostly taught me proper ways to kill people. Both my parents were serial killers and proud of it. I can't really say they're insane but i cant say they're not either. Theres more than one type of murderer out there, my mother is what she calls an improviser, she works with the weapons she finds around, bonus points if the murder is super bloody. I don't know what kind killer my father was. I actually don't know anything about my father, he died before i was born. My mom only mentions that i have his eyes, and his temper. Other than that all I know is that his name was Charles Lee Ray.

I ran to the trailer where we lived and quickly climbed the steps to the door. I heard voices coming from inside and groaned. Damian must be here, I hated that guy. Actually I hated all of moms boyfriends, she has really bad taste in men. I tried turning the handle but found that the door was locked.

"Damn it," I muttered. I knocked on the door. "Mom. Mom let me in!" I shouted.

I herd shuffling in the trailer and cursing. A moment later my mom opened the door looking bewildered and nervous. But she quickly covered it up with her really good acting talent. Another thing she taught me. "Hey sweet face, your home late."

"I was at Rachel's," I shrugged pushing past her. I glanced at the bed and froze. Damien was chained to it, dead. I involuntarily gasped. I put on a stoic face to cover up my nervousness I couldn't let her know that the bodies bothered me, that killing in general bothered me. She probably heard the gasp so I needed to do something to cover it up.

"Woah, don't look now but theres a dead body on your bed." I said sarcastically. Yeah that will work "You got tired of Damien huh?"

"Oh I was tired of him the moment I met him." She laughed.

I laughed along nervously. I started walking to the couch. I stopped when i herd a soft crunch beneath my foot. The floor was was covered in yellow powder. Weird. My eyes went back to the couch and and were met by a pair of cold pale blue irises. I stepped back in shock. The ginger dolls face was grotesque and badly cut up, that and his face had a twisted evil grin. I had no idea how she had managed to get it, but in truth I didn't want to know.

"Why is that thing here?" I hissed as I looked at the doll with distain.

My mom turned to the doll her nervousness returning " Oh you mean Chucky, I got him from the cops," She explained "for decoration." I knew she was lying. I know all about Chucky the 'killer doll'. Some crazy kid about 10 years ago claimed his good-guy doll was possessed by none other than Charles Lee Ray, who had recently died. He claimed this not only once but 3 times. Personally I think the kid was just crazy and he subconsciously killed those people but believed it was his doll. Its pretty tragic when you think about it. Some of those insane people who believe in aliens and stuff like that actually were convinced that the kid was telling the truth. One of those people was my mother. She was obsessed with the Chucky stories, and she was desperate to find him. The first case happened before I was born just after my father died. The second case happened when I was a baby. But the last one happened just a few months ago, some time in october. When that case happened my mom was ecstatic, and even more desperate to find him. I didn't think she actually would find it and bring it here. I picked up a book from the table that I had never seen before. 'Voodoo for dummies', oh no she was actually trying to bring him back. That was a new level of crazy.

"Decoration huh?" I said cynically, lifting the book off the table. "You don't really think that hell come alive do you?"

She fidgeted nervously "Amy," she started to say, but I cut her off.

"No mom this has to stop. The obsession, the voodoo books, all of it has to end. It isn't him, mom. Its a chunk of plastic." I lectured pointing to the doll "I'm sleeping in the car tonight, get rid of it, please." I left in a huff slamming the door on my way out. I didn't need to be so harsh and I felt kind of bad, but i wouldn't turn around, I just kept on walking.

Chucky stared at Tiffany in shock. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. Thousands of questions were reeling in his head but one came out to sum them up.

"Who the fuck was that?" he screamed.

"Not so loud." Tiffany shushed "She might here you." she sighed "She's your daughter Chucky. Our daughter."

Chucky was so close to banging his head against the wall but decided against it. He really didn't want to top off the shit he's going through with a kid. Tiff was making it complicated enough. He was starting to regret putting his sole into a doll. This entire thing was worse than hell.

"Well fuck." he muttered

Tiffany sighed again "Look I know you aren't thrilled about this, but Amy's an amazing girl and has so much potential as a killer. Im sure once we get on track everything will be perfect." She knelt down "You know Chucky I still have the ring."

"What ring?"

This goes back on course with the movie.

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