What was this dark place? Hell? He didn't know. It was like one of those weird dreams where he was aware of everything, only this time, he was strangely calm. He felt as if he were floating, in this sea of darkness. The only sound here was his own breathing. He wanted to see his hands, to see if they were still doll hands, but it was too dark. He felt free, for once. There was no more pain, no Andy Barclay. No more need to seek revenge. There was just pleasant, peaceful nothingness, and he embraced it.
Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he was still in the doll's body, or maybe he was still in his old human body, and maybe being inside that doll body had been nothing but a nightmare. Perhaps his mother's hate had been a nightmare too. He liked that idea. How different things would have turned out… he thought.
All at once there was a flash of light. Too bright. There was a loud, continuous but indistinguishable sound. He wanted to get away, but he couldn't move, it was then that he became aware of the familiar confines of stiff plastic surrounding him. No, no…please, this can't be real… Everything was a blur, but soon the figures of people rushing about him became clear. And he recognized the sound of whirring and clanking of machinery and voices. He was being taken somewhere, he realized.
It was a conference room, full of people. Too many people. For the first time in years, Charles Lee Ray was scared. It was always hard to move at first, before his doll body slowly started becoming human again, but what if this time he couldn't move at all? And what if this time he wasn't strong like before? He thought he'd suffocate in that box, but he reminded himself he didn't need to breathe. Not yet. He was still just a doll.
"First one off the assembly line!" a man said, "and we want you to have it."
Then the box, his box, was handed to an old man who studied him with a pleased look. He recognized the man. He had been responsible for bringing him back last time too, to prove he was nothing more than a doll, all to clear the name of his company. Greedy bastard…He thought, last time I couldn't go after you, but this time I'm going to make you pay. Slowly, and painfully…my face will be the last thing you see.
This is my first Child's Play fanfic, and I'd really appreciate if if you took the time to review. Thanks!