Chapter One; The Origin of Chucky

Tiffany Ray hummed to herself as she dusted the living room furniture while she waited for Chucky to get back. He had gone on a very important errand, and she figured that he needed some time alone to himself. As she dusted along the bookshelf, a tiny thick black booklet fell off the top shelf. "What the?" she asked herself as she stopped humming and stared down deeply at it. "I wonder what this book is, I don't remember getting it." She said as she looked down on the front cover and saw that it had simply been titled "Chucky." She wondered why Chucky had never told her that he had written a book about himself.

Even though she knew that she shouldn't read it without him there to give his permission and pry deep inside his business, curiosity got the better of her and she decided to open it. That's when she discovered that it hadn't been a book at all, it was his journal. She looked over at the first page and started reading the words silently to herself.

Dear journal,

I know this may seem like a piece of shit at first, but my anger management professor thinks that it's a good idea to write down my most positive thoughts and feelings. So I thought I would my preserve my deepest and strongest memory, when I met the little girl that changed my whole entire world. Mary Barclay. Before I get to that though, I should start at the very beginning so I don't confuse the hell out of anyone reading this. Especially somebody who knows for a fact that I despised Andy Barclay deeply. So it all started a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, LONG time ago…

Flashback,…

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It was January 24th 1950 Lillian *Lilly* Marie Ray was pregnant and about to give birth to her second (she had another son from a previous affair) child. However, unlike most women about to become mothers, her husband wasn't anywhere around, and that was because she didn't have a husband. Charles Lee Ray was a very, very, very bad man. He was a homicidal serial killer and had badly abused her and raped her. Thus when she had told him that she had been pregnant, he had tried to force her to have an abortion. Luckily her father encouraged to call the police and get away from him, and she did. However, she didn't believe he would be behind bars for long, and that thought had scared her with the fact that she thought he would try and come after her baby.

Lilly suddenly felt pain and fear that she had never felt before in her life. A new Ray was about to be born in the world, and with her father by her side, and the nurses encouraging her, she began to push it out. She wept out tears of joy when suddenly she heard her newborn son's cries for the first time. The nurses began to clean him off and her father cut the cord before he was suddenly placed inside her arms. Suddenly she felt a sudden burst of love inside her heart for this tiny bald creature. His cries finally ceased as he opened his icy blue eyes for the first time and looked up at her. He gaped his mouth opened and tried to focus his gaze as if trying to figure out who she was and why she was holding him.

"Oh Daddy, he's so beautiful. I think I'm going to name him after his father." Lilly said. "After that murderous son of a bitch?" his father questioned her. "Yes, but only because I hope he turns out to be nothing like him at all. And besides, I like the name Charles." She explained. "Alright, if you say so. But I think we should call him Chucky for short so I won't have to think about that scoundrel." He told her. "Chucky it is then." She said smiling sweetly down at him and kissing the top of his bald little head.

Well unfortunately for his mother and grandfather, as Chucky grew, he started to resemble more and more of his father. He did have his mother's eyes, but instead of her bright red hair, he got his father's dirty brown hair. By the time he was six months old, he even began to behave more like his father. For one day when his mother was cooking in the kitchen, Chucky crawled over to the family cat and gave a yank on it's tail. With a great pain of agony the cat gave a loud yowl and leapt up into the air about ten to fifteen feet. Chucky sat up and clapped his hands laughing mischievously at his expense.

His mother quickly spun around from her work and gave a loud gasp. "Chucky! No!" she yelled inside her thick, deep Irish accent with complete disbelief and astonishment, as she ran over to him and picked him up. Chucky simply grinned at her and continued to laugh. "This isn't a game young man, you can't pull the kitty's tail, it hurts him." She explained as she placed him inside his playpen. Chucky heaved a heavy sigh and started playing with his firetruck rolling it back and forth a crossed the bottom of his playpen.

Just then there was a loud crash outside. Chucky jumped and looked startled when suddenly his older brother Jack came in through the front door wearing a black backwards baseball cap, and carrying a baseball bat in one hand and throwing a baseball up into the other hand and catching it inside his palm. "Jack! How many times to do I have to tell you to stay out of trouble!?" his mother yelled angrily at him. Jack's sneer disappeared as he rolled his eyes inside the back of his head. "Nearly a dozen times mother." He told her reluctantly.

"So, when are you going to decide to start listening to me?" she asked him. "When you stop bitching to me about it, and when you decide to put some cooler clothes on Chucky." He said as he pointed at the baby inside the playpen that had on his usual overalls and a red and white striped shirt. Chucky simply turned his head and looked up at him. "Don't try and change the subject Jack, this has nothing to do with your brother. If you're not careful you're going to wind up behind bars someday just like your stepfather. Just what exactly have you done this time?" she asked him.

"I tried to hit the neighbors' mangy old pussy, but their stupid window got in the way." He explained as his mother rolled her eyes at him. "Honestly, I don't understand what you boys have got against cats. I just scolded Chucky for pulling the cat's tail." She explained with a breath of exasperation. At that, the same sly old grin returned to Jack's face. "Really? Maybe there's hope for him yet." He said when suddenly Chucky started to cry.

"Now look, I have to go and put your brother down for his nap. And when I'm gone I expect you to behave yourself alright?" his mother asked him sternly as she pointed a finger out at him. "Yes Mother." He muttered quietly as he looked up at her nervously. "Alright Chucky, naptime." She said as she walked back over to his playpen and picked him up. Jack watched as she carried him upstairs to bed. His loud shrieks turned into muffled cries, until the room became silent and he heard her carrying him into the bedroom and quietly shutting the door behind her.

End of Flashback

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Tiffany gave a loud gasp and suddenly dropped the booklet in surprise as the front door opened and Chucky came inside. "Hey, Tiff." He began with a sad sigh. "Chucky," she began questioningly. "I wasn't expecting you home this soon." She told him. "I know, but I have a lot of work to get done around the house." He said as he turned to look down at his journal and picked it up. "I see you found my journal." He began. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to read it without asking you first, but you never told me about it and I found it very interesting and I was so curious that I couldn't help myself." She blurted out quickly. "It's alright, I'm just surprised that it has taken you this long to find it." He told her as he heaved another sad sigh. "I suppose from the look on your face, that you want to know what happened next between my father, brother and I right?" he asked her as she looked away from him slowly and wondered how he knew that by just looking at her.

"Well it's not a very pretty story," he continued on. "but if you want to know, go ahead and sit down on the couch and I'll tell you." He said as she nodded slowly. "Alright." She answered as she followed him into the living room. Chucky sat down in his easy chair recliner and looked over at her. "Well, sit down." He told her as she obeyed. A solemn expression grew onto Chucky's face as he took a deep breath. "Well as you already know, my father wasn't very happy at all with me or my mother on just the fact that when I was born. When I was about a year and a half, he had escaped from prison and that's when all my problems began." He said as he opened his book back up and started to tell her the story that he had been hiding from her for so long.

Well that's the end of my first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it, and don't worry we will get to Andy's and Mary's part soon. But since I'm practically evil, I decided to leave you hanging on a cliffhanger. Now that you have read the first chapter, review it now, and I mean it. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but I won't have any shit like flamers and or haters or anything.