Child's Play 2½: Revenge

By Joe

Summary: What if Chucky's victims didn't die? How would they respond to Chucky's attempts to attack them? A few alternate scenes from Child's Play 2. Rated M for language.

Author Notes: I do not own the Child's Play series, its characters, or any other copyrighted material. I wrote this solely for entertainment purposes and not to make a profit.

Chapter 1: Mattson

The car alarm sent businessman Mattson out of the liquor store to see what happened. It didn't appear that anyone had tampered with his car – other than the fact that the Good Guy doll had been turned over. Mattson got in the car, turned off the alarm, and shrugged off the incident as a glitch in the computer system. With that, he began driving in the rain to see Gabrielle's place – the lady that he saw unbeknownst to his wife. He was a little ticked off that he couldn't get his liquor since he carried no cash and the store didn't accept credit cards, but maybe the rest of the evening would be okay.

"Don't move!" yelled a voice. Mattson felt something pressing against his cheek. He didn't want to move his head to see what it was, but he guessed it was a gun. So much for a fun evening.

"Okay, what?" he asked nervously.

"No questions, just drive," the gunman ordered.

"Okay, okay," Mattson complied.

Mattson drove for a while, following the gunman's directions. At last, he reached the house the gunman wanted and slowed the car down. "Keep goin'," demanded the gunman.

At last, Mattson arrived at a parking lot. "Now park this piece of shit!" Mattson parked the car. "Now put your arms behind the seat."

"What?"

"Do it!"

The next thing Mattson knew, he was tied up with a jump rope and still felt the gun against his cheek. "Okay. Take it easy. Take it easy. Please, don't – don't shoot. Look, I-I-I-I don't carry cash. I got – I got a gold card. I-I'll give you anything you want. Tell me what you want."

"Freeze, asshole," demanded the voice, pressing the gun harder against Mattson's cheek.

"Take my – take the car. And you can drop me off, but just, please, leave me alone! Please!" begged Mattson.

"Bang! You're dead," the voice said. Mattson felt a squirt of cold water on his cheek. The voice started laughing lightheartedly, and Mattson turned to his right to see…a doll? This was the bastard that caused him to do all this? Some puny, little baby doll? With a shockingly deep voice? Of course this was the work of a baby doll. Jump ropes, water guns – things only little kids would play with. Mattson was now extremely irritated that he obeyed the commands of a mere doll.

"You are in for it now, kid!" growled Mattson.

"Oh, am I?" Chucky wondered, not acting the least bit worried.

"Once I get out of this jump rope, you're going to wish you were never born…err…manufactured…or…however you were made," Mattson was confused as to whether or not Chucky was a human, toy…or both. The whole thing was so creepy. But suddenly, Chucky was gone. Mattson was worried. Suddenly, he couldn't breathe and felt his head jerk back. He realized he had plastic wrapping over his face. He heard the evil snickering of Chucky and frantically stepped on the gas and brake pedals of his car. Chucky continued to laugh maniacally.

Finally, Mattson had enough of this crap. Either he was going to stand up to this doll or die. With all his strength, he jerked forward with one swift, powerful move and ripped the plastic open. He then jerked his arms and snapped off the jump rope. At last, Mattson was free!

"What the hell!?" gasped Chucky. He looked incredibly shocked.

"That's right, you're gonna get it now, you bastard!" Mattson growled. "You thought you could just walk all over me and take me hostage? I don't think so!" With quick reflexes, he grabbed Chucky before he even realized what happened, took him out of the car, and slammed him multiple times against the car. He then stomped on him over and over. In the midst of this, Chucky grunted and shouted in pain.

"Serves you right for trying to kill me!" Mattson yelled. He then grabbed Chucky by the head and went to the trunk of his car.

"LET GO OF ME, NOW!" shouted Chucky as he flailed his arms and legs.

Mattson ignored Chucky and brandished a baseball bat and another jump rope. He took Chucky to a nearby tree and tied him up with the jump rope.

"UNTIE ME, YOU DICK!" screamed Chucky as lightning flashed.

Mattson, with animal-like rage, took the bat and beat Chucky violently multiple times. Every time he thought about how Chucky arrogantly tried to take him hostage, he beat him even harder, forcing Chucky to shout in pain. Finally, once his adrenaline rush died down, Mattson untied Chucky and tossed him in the sky.

"Now, beat it!" Mattson shouted as he sent Chucky sailing far away into the sky with the crack of the bat. Chucky shouted and wailed, but the sounds faded as Chucky went farther and farther away and vanished from sight. A bolt of lightning struck the ground far away, and Mattson heard Chucky's ear-piercing shriek. Feeling relieved, Mattson collapsed on the ground and dropped his bat. He rested for a few minutes, reflecting on all that had happened, before returning to his car and going about his life.