Rather funny situation to think that Maggie was now dead. Andy was rather confused himself; of course he didn't do it. He didn't exactly like the way that man, Detective Norris was looking at him either. It was like as if Norris thought little Andy could do something like that. He turned in his bed towards the adorable doll sitting on the seat. The bright blue glass eyes stared back, such frightening silence for that moment and then…
"Hi there," the Good Guy doll said.
Andy sat up. Was he imagining things or did his doll actually speak to him? He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking at Chucky. He wasn't imagining it. The doll's grin grew wider slightly, it was so very strange. Andy remembered the time where his Mother told him toys don't come to life at night.
"W-was Mommy lying?" he said out loud.
The doll spoke again, "What are you talking about kid?" expressions began to show on Chucky's face and it made him look strange. It was like as if he was Pinocchio.
Chucky jumped off the seat with a slight frown and stood in front of Andy.
Andy was even more confused now; Chucky's voice seemed a lot deeper, like a man's voice. Perhaps the batteries are running out? No, they can't be, Chucky is completely brand new, Andy thought. Then again, who cares? Chucky was only Andy's friend till the end and nobody else's. He watched him curiously as Chucky walked towards the window looking out for some victims.
"Chuck, Chucky you can walk around? Your voice is funny…?"
Chucky turned to Andy slightly angry, "You want to know why, Andy? Do you know who I am?"
Andy looked down a bit nervously, "You're….You're Chucky. You've told me before."
"Wrong! I meant my real name!" Chucky said.
Andy didn't answer.
"Charles Lee Ray is my real name, little Andy. I'm the lakeshore strangler. You tell anybody, I'll rip your throat out; I'll make sure I stab your eyes out and I will kill you. You don't tell anyone, Andy. It's a secret, you got that?"
Andy looked very frightened now, but he nodded understanding immediately.
"Good," Chucky grinned, "If your Mommy asks you anything, you tell her your Daddy sent me down from heaven to play with a little brat, You!"
Andy nodded gently, "But…are you not a Good Guy?"
"Of course not," Chucky said violently shaking his head, "I don't play with kids either. I'm all over the news, I'm bad."
Chucky heard foot steps, some one was coming.
"God damn it," he whispered and rushed back on the seat, sat down with last words to Andy, "Friends till the end, kid, don't forget! We have to visit an old friend of mine, Eddie, tomorrow." and then he looked lifeless again.
"Alright Chucky," Andy said, "I wonder if he looks like a good guy, like you."
But Chucky never replied, he just sat there with the original soft, sweet smile and gentle expression.
The door opened, it was Andy's mother, "Andy," She said, "Andy, who are you talking to?"