NB: i'm back! after not writing in a long while i thought it's time to gear up and write a new fic, and what better way than to do a fic on my own take of Charles Lee ray's story, hope you like! (also i am using wordpad, don't have word right now, so if ill try my best with spelling/grammer, should hopefully turn out ok)
Chicago, 2011
In a high rise apartment building a young man sat tied to a chair, he was brutally cut and beaten with blood drenched all over his white shirt. Across from him sat the notorious killer doll himself, Chucky.
Chucky: Ready to spill it?
Chucky sneered as he jumped down off of the kitchen counter. The man shook his head and screamed through his gag.
Chucky: Tell me where he is or so help me i will cut your fuckin eyes out
The man winced and shook more in his chair.
Chucky: hmm something tells me he may drop by anytime, seeing you are best buds and all, how bout we wait a while, i'll kill ya in front of him!
The man continued to scream, Chucky sat in a chair across from him.
Chucky: You are probably wondering how the fuck i got to this point, was my life messed up? was i picked on in school?
The man eyed the doll and listened
Chucky: Long story but i think we may have the time, seems like yesterday it was the 70's
Chicago, 1977
Chucky: 1977, still living in Chicago, i was a young man of 26 with my whole life still ahead of me, life started to get much better at this point, before this i lost my mother to a violent "accident", my drunk asshole father hit her a little too hard one night back in '61 when i was only 10 years old, i lived with him till i was 15 and then moved in with my friend Eddie where i wasn't treated like shit and beaten nearly every night, we formed a band in '77 called "Shitfaced" reminds me of my son now haha, we were living life our way back then, live fast and die young, all that shit