Chapter 1

Andy's cabin

Two days after the incident at Harrogate Institute

"AAAAHHHH!" Chucky's severed head screamed as Kyle burned his face with a blowtorch. "Stop it, you fucking cunt!"

"Where's Andy?" Kyle yelled. "He told me how you got into multiple bodies at once. I doubt he'd have trouble kicking your ass, and it's been two days since he called me before he left."

"How the fuck should I know?" Chucky bit back. "You think he'd tell me?"

"You must've seen something!" Kyle said. "We're in a remote cabin, Andy would've seen something on the news to go after you! Now where. Is. HE?" Kyle finished before beginning to burn Chucky again.

Harrogate Medium Institute

Andy sat at the back of his cell, feeling defeated. It was two days since he had arrived at Harrogate, and somehow, the lockdown had stayed up the whole time. He was starving, thirsty, tired, and most importantly, he was so close to finally killing Chucky, but right when he thought he won, it all went downhill...

Flashback: Two Days Ago

"Thanks for coming after me." Andy said, after shooting one of the Chucky dolls in the head. "You saved me the trouble."

"Fuck you!" Chucky yelled, before Andy brutally stomped on his head, destroying the doll's body. Sensing someone was behind him, Andy whirled around, gun drawn, and his eyes widened slightly as he saw Nica Pierce, standing in the doorway. Andy briefly did a double take, as he knew that Nica was confined to a wheelchair all her life.

"You kill me, you kill her." Nica said, and Andy's eyes narrowed as he realized Chucky had taken over her body. "Think about it." In that split second, Andy made the difficult choice to shoot Nica, killing her but also ensuring that Chucky would be stopped for good.

I'm sorry Nica, Andy silently thought as he pulled the trigger. To his surprise, all he heard was a faint click. Realizing he was out of ammo, Andy quickly reached into his pocket to reload.

"Yeah, thinkin' is for losers." Chucky/Nica taunted.

"Lockdown. The facility is now on lockdown." A woman on the PA system said. Nica looked over to see a guard about to turn a corner. "Patients, to your rooms, immediately."

"Tag, you're it, pal." Chucky/Nica said gleefully. As she began to shut the door, Andy bolted to it, hoping he could get out, but it was too late. Nica locked the door, and after one final cackle, left Andy in the cell.

"No!" Andy screamed, fists pounding on the door.

"Security, West Hall." The woman on the PA said. "Security, code one in West Hall." Andy quickly hid the gun, did his best to clean up the doll in the cell, and sat in a corner in his cell, reflecting how he had ultimately failed.

Now

Sure, in the heat of the moment, he had tried to kill Nica, but he was out of bullets at the time. Now, he had nothing to show for his failure. Suddenly, he heard his door open.

"Alright, new arrival. Name is…" A doctor walked in, reading a clipboard. "...Andy Barclay? About time you got yourself looked at. Jesus, going on for thirty years about a killer doll… the fuck were you thinking anyway?" Instantly, Andy jumped up and grabbed his gun. He wasn't going to shoot, but the doctor didn't know that.

"Get me out of here." Andy said, pointing the gun at the doctor.

"Where did you get that?" The doctor asked, worried.

"I said get me the fuck out of here!" Andy yelled cocking his gun.

"Okay, okay! Just please don't shoot me!" The doctor cried, beginning to lead Andy out. As they passed the main therapy room, Andy noticed two dead bodies. One was a patient, the other was a nurse.

"What the Hell happened here?" Andy asked.

"It was that wheelchair girl, Nica Pierce." The doctor said. "She killed a few other patients, then her doctor, and left with a blonde woman. Funny thing is, she's still claiming a chucky doll did it, just like you."

"Fuck off, that was the doll." Andy said, frustrated. "It must have transferred his soul into Nica."

"Whatever you say, crazy man." The doctor shrugged. "Just leave and never come back."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Andy said, before walking out of the room by himself. What neither men noticed was a doll with one arm and ginger hair sitting on one of the couches. Slowly, the doll moved its eyes to follow Barclay, before narrowing. The doll got up, and grabbing a nearby scalpel, slashed at the doctor's achilles. The doctor screamed in agony, and fell to the ground, and the doll sliced off the top of his head, causing the brain to fall out.

"Now that's what I call a brain dump." Chucky said, laughing. "Hee hee hee ha ha ha!"

Constantine's Mill House

"John, what're we doing here?" Chas Chandler asked. Chas has been John's life long friend, and ever since a fire at a concert, Chas had absorbed the souls of everyone who had died, allowing him to live through even the most violent of injuries.

"This is our home, Chas." John said, drinking gin from the bottle. "Whaddya mean what're we doing here?"

"I mean, what's going on with you?" Chas asked again. "It's been months- hell, over a year- since you helped out that archer guy in Star City, and you've been acting more mopey than usual."

"I'm fine, mate." John brushed off his friend's concern. "And even if I wasn't, you're not my shrink. I already tried that remember? Even the wankers at Ravenscar couldn't fix me."

"Is this because of Zed?" Chas pressed. Constantine grit his teeth in anger. Right after he returned from Star City, he had found out that the brain tumor she discovered a year prior had finally killed her, and John was too late to save her.

"I said I'm fine!" Constantine shouted, standing up and throwing the bottle across the room.

"Whatever." Chas gave up. "Maybe you're fine, but the world doesn't stop just because someone pissed in your scotch. Take a look here." Chas showed Constantine a laptop, somehow getting wifi from the mill house, which was nearly in the middle of nowhere. "The headline reads 'Eight dead at mental institution'. The details are that this woman in a wheelchair murdered them all, then drove off. The weird part is that according to the interviews prior, everyone had claimed that it was the work of a killer doll. Even weirder is that there's this kid who got locked up just two days ago, named Andy Barclay, who kept saying that the doll has been alive ever since he was in school."

"I don't see how this is our problem Chas." Constantine said nonchalantly.

"It's our problem because this thing has been happening for almost thirty years." Chas explained. "It all started in 1988, right after a serial killer named Charles Lee Ray died in a toy store with all these dolls."

"Your point?" John asked, impatient.

"My point is when I did some digging, Ray had learned about voodoo from a man named John Bishop. Sound familiar?" Chas said, frustrated.

"Oh Bollocks." John said. "Bishop was Papa Midnite's father. We need to find this Andy, and fast."

"What about Midnite?" Chas asked.

"The next time we see him, you can tell him." Constantine said, before they left the house.

Chicago

A blonde haired woman entered an apartment, carrying with her a doll of the same hair color and black lipstick. As she turned on the light, she scanned the room, seeing her lover sitting across the apartment on a sofa.

"You're late." Chucky, now in possession of Nica Pierce's body, remarked. The blonde just shrugged.

"Hey, it's not my fault traffic is shit in this city." The woman complained.

"You still should've been here half an hour ago." Nica said. "What kept you, Tiff?"

"Oh alright." Tiffany sighed. "I had to kill someone on the way here."

"Without me?" Nica said, disappointed. "Why?"

"Hey, you didn't want to go, so it's not my fault." Tiffany said defensively. "Besides, it's not like you can right now anyway."

"Fuck you." Nica said. "Now what'd you get?"

"I had to pick up burgers." Tiffany said, laying down a sack. Tiffany then set down her doll, which climbed onto a couch to get out of the way.

"There'd better be some fucking pork rinds." Nica growled, before grabbing a burger.

"Yeah, whatever." Tiffany replied, unfazed. "Did you ever kill Andy?"

"No." Nica said sadly. "I had to leave because the guards were coming."

"Well that sucks." Tiffany commented.

"But…" Nica grinned evilly. "I left one of our little friends there to deal with him, and Barclay's locked in a cell." Nica, Tiffany, and the Tiffany doll then began laughing maniacally, planning their next move with the cult.