Andy Barclay's eyes snapped open, seeing a doll's face inches from his own. A doll that could move and talk… and kill. Andy knew him well. It was his old tormentor, Chucky, the doll possessed by the soul of Charles Lee Ray. Somehow, Chucky had tracked him down to Phil and Joanne Simpson's foster home, and had tied the kid to his bed, unable to move, unable to defend himself.
"Surprise!" Chucky greeted. "Did you miss me, Andy? Because I sure missed you! I told you, we were gonna be friends till the end, and now, it's time to play." Andy tried struggling against the jump ropes that tied him to the bed, but it was no use; they were secured tight. Andy tried screaming, but realized that Chucky had stuffed a sock in his mouth.
"I got a new game to play, sport." Chucky said, grinning. "It's called 'hide the soul'. And guess what? You're it!" Andy stared up at the doll in fear.
"Ade due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you!" Chucky chanted, placing his hand on Andy's head. Barclay's eyes widened. He half hoped that Phil, Joanne, or even Kyle would enter the room to check on him, but nothing happened. "Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette. Endonline pour de boisette damballa! Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Endelieu pour de boisette damballa. Endelieu pour de boisette damballa. Endelieu pour de boisette damballa. Endelieu pour de boisette damballa!" Andy felt his eyes involuntarily close, and when he reopened them, he was staring down at his own body. With a chill down his spine, Andy looked at his hands, seeing plastic limbs and wearing a red and blue sweater. Chucky looked up at him, having a sinister look in his eyes.
"No!" Andy yelled, louder than he wanted. Out of the corner of his eye, Andy noticed that Kyle was opening the window, about to sneak in after being late at night.
"This isn't over, Chucky." Andy vowed. "I will get my body back." Andy then stood still, pretending to be a doll. This is easier than I imagined, Andy thought. I just have to act natural. Kyle climbed into the bedroom, seeing 'Andy' tied to the bed with a sock in his mouth.
"Oh my God." Kyle arched an eyebrow, looking at the sight. Kyle walked over to the bed, and pulled the sock out of the boy's mouth.
"It's Chucky, look out!" 'Andy' yelled. Figuring that Andy had already told stories of Chucky, he might as well keep up the charade.
"Shut up, you'll wake Phil and Joanne." Kyle grumbled, tying one of Chucky's hands.
"Kill him, kill him!" Chucky shouted, punching the doll in the face. Andy fell to the floor, wishing Kyle was there at the moment. Just then, Phil and Joanne walked into the room, turning on the light and seeing an eyeful of the kid tied to the bed.
"What the Hell is this now?" Phil demanded.
"It's Chucky, I told you he'd find me!" Chucky yelled, at that moment realizing that he was speaking in Andy's voice. "He tried to take over my soul!"
"Andy, calm down." Joanne begged, untying Chucky from the bed.
"Yeah, I could wait up." Kyle remarked dryly.
"Yeah? You know Kyle, I don't believe you!" Phil shouted. "You tied this child up so he wouldn't tell on you! Is that it?"
"Oh come on Phil!" Kyle laughed.
"Chucky did it! I swear!" Chucky insisted. "You have to kill him!" Andy's eyes widened slightly, knowing what Chucky wanted.
"That's enough now!" Joanne demanded.
"Jesus, I've had it." Phil announced, grabbing the doll by the legs.
"But you gotta kill him!" Chucky insisted, hearing Joanne call after him. Chucky followed Phil, down the hall and to the basement door. "Please, listen to me! I'm not lying! If you don't kill him, he'll come for me!" Andy inwardly smiled. It wasn't untrue.
"Andy, calm down." Phil reassured the boy. "I'm going to get rid of it." At first, Andy was confused, until Phil opened the basement door and after turning on a light, threw the doll down. Andy tumbled down the stairs, becoming disoriented, until he landed on the cold, concrete floor.
"There, you see?" Phil grumbled, clearly annoyed. "He's gone. He can't bother you anymore." Just as Phil turned off the light and shut the door, Andy sat up.
Crap, Andy thought. Now what? Suddenly, Andy felt something warm run down his nose. Reaching up, Andy touched his fingers to his upper lip and pulled back, seeing a red fluid. Blood. Andy's eyes widened, knowing that could only mean one thing.
"No!" Andy gasped. "I'm turning human! If I don't get my real body back soon, I'm screwed!" Certain that Phil and Joanne would be keeping a watchful eye on who they thought was an eight year old boy, Andy had no choice but spend the night in the basement, waiting for the next day to arrive.