Rhode Island
Four Years Ago
"Grandma, I'm home." Alice announced, entering her grandmother's house in Rhode Island. It had been only days after she visited her Aunt Nica's home, and she was still sad that her mother, father, and even her nanny had died. Attempting to forget, Alice entered the living room, hearing the television, but not her grandmother.
"Grandma?" Alice asked, confused that her grandma didn't answer.
"How are you today?" The host of a game show on TV could be heard.
"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine." The contestant replied.
"Feeling lucky?"
"Yeah!" Deciding not to watch the TV, Alice went to the dining room, searching for her grandmother, but found a large package from US-X, already opened. Not knowing what the package was, Alice turned around, and gasped as she saw a scarred doll with ginger hair.
"Chucky, you found me!" Alice joyfully said. The doll, being able to walk and talk like a normal human being, began to speak.
"I told you I would." Chucky replied, grinning.
"Where's Grandma?" Alice asked, remembering why she went to the dining room.
"In the cellar." Chucky said, pointing towards the door.
"What's she doing down there?" Alice asked, confused.
"Nothin'." Chucky looked up, not being able to find a more convincing excuse. Luckily, with an eight year old girl, he didn't have to.
"Chucky, Mommy and Daddy are dead." Alice said, feeling sad. "Aunty Nica killed them."
"But I'm your friend til the end, Alice." Chucky reassured the girl. "And now, it's time to play."
"Hide and seek?" Alice asked gleefully.
"Hide the soul." Chucky interrupted, and pointing to Alice, said, "And guess what? You're it."
"Why do I always have to be it?" Alice asked, disappointed.
"Because you're somebody that no one would ever suspect." Chucky explained. "Now, close your eyes." Chucky then began the voodoo chant to transfer his soul into Alice.
"Ade Due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you. Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte, secoise entienne mais pois de morte, morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette. Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa! Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette." Suddenly, a scream was heard, causing Alice to turn around. What she saw horrified her, as Alice saw her grandmother with a plastic bag over her head, struggling to breath.
"Grandma!" Alice screamed, before turning to Chucky. "Did you do this, Chucky?"
"Shut the fuck up, kid!" Chucky yelled. "You still wanna play, dontcha?"
"No!" Alice screamed, trying to back away. "Aunty Nica was right! You're not a good guy!"
"Too late!" Chucky yelled, grabbing her by the throat and putting his hand on her forehead, before finishing the chant quickly. "Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa!" As Chucky's soul was transferred into Alice, her final thoughts were of her mother, father, and her aunt. I'm sorry, Aunty Nica, Alice thought. I'm sorry we didn't believe you. The lifeless doll fell over, and Alice swayed a bit to the side, before standing up right.
"Well, not my first choice for a body, but it beats being in a fucking doll." Alice said in Chucky's voice. Upon realizing this, Chucky/Alice muttered, "Ah, fuck. I'll figure this out soon." Chucky then noticed the grandmother, having taken off the plastic bag.
"Alice?" Grandma gasped, having seen the doll moments before.
"Hiya granny." Chucky said, still in his own voice. "I was hoping you'd fuck off and die earlier. Guess I gotta finish the job." Seeing a knife on the table, Chucky picked it up and ran right at the grandmother, stabbing her in the stomach. As she screamed and fell over, Chucky stood over the grandma and repeatedly stabbed her in the heart.
"Uh-oh, Grandma, you're having a heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack!" Chucky laughed, his stabs and words in sync. "You oughta know by now! Hee hee hee ha ha ha!" Finally, Chucky wiped the blood off his face and knife, before looking at the scarred doll.
"Well, I might as well bring this with, in case this body gets fucked up." Chucky said, picking up his old body and leaving the house to join his wife, Tiffany, in the car outside.
"Do you still have the Heart?" Chucky asked Tiffany.
"No, I lost it after you killed me in that fucking hospital." Tiffany replied. "I heard it's been passing through different voodoo priests in New Orleans."
"Fuck it, we'll get it back eventually." Chucky muttered, and hearing himself, noticed that his voice finally sounded like Alice's. "We just need to remember the chant in case this body dies." Tiffany started the car, and they drove off, continuing their killing spree.
