Chapter 2:
Andy frantically began struggling on the bed; his arms and legs trying to desperately to escape his bonds as the giant saw began to roar to life. He then managed to spit the sock gag out of his mouth.
"Help! Somebody help me, please!" Andy screamed over and over again, praying that someone would hear him.
"Shut the fuck up and let me think, will ya?" Chucky growled.
Andy then quickly did as he was told as he looked down in horror at the scarred-faced Good Guy doll who was pacing around the room.
Why? Andy wondered, why do these things always happen to me? And why does Chucky always have to be the one involved?
"Alright," Chucky finally spoke, "I got an idea."
Chucky climbed up onto the small bed Andy was lying in. His plastic hands reached up as he began to untie the jump ropes around Andy's wrist. Both of them jumped suddenly as a small electrical current ran throughout their body.
"Ahhh! What the fuck?" Chucky asked, quickly releasing his hands from the rope.
He tried again. Zap! Another sharp jolt of electricity ran through them.
"L-looks like whoever trapped us here didn't want us to use the ropes," Andy said after catching his breath, still recovering from the small electrocution.
"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock," Chucky growled, "Now what are we suppose to do?"
"Well, he said he placed five keys in here to stop the saw. Maybe you should start looking for them?"
Chucky hesitated for a moment. He still wasn't sure about this whole saving Andy business, but of course, he didn't want to die either. And something about the puppet's words made Chucky shudder with fear.
'I'll make sure you won't be coming back!'
What did he mean by that? Could this mysterious figure really put an end to Chucky . . . . For good? That question, Chucky realized, he did not want the answer to.
Chucky then got off the bed and looked around the room. Five keys. That didn't sound so hard to find. But Chucky knew better; it'd be like finding a needle in haystack in this place. Five keys, Chucky realized, could mean the difference between life and death . . . Eternal death!
Jennifer Tilly groaned as she slowly began to open her eyes. Her head throbbed with pain as if she was having the worst hangover in her life. As her eyes finally shot wide open, she gasped with fear and confusion at her surroundings. Instead of being in the comfort of her warm bed, she found herself trapped in a large, dark furnace.
"What the fuck?" She whispered to herself.
As she slowly sat herself up, she noticed something dangling on a string in front of her. Jennifer soon realized it was an old tape recorder. There was note stuck to the side of it that read, "Play Me". Jennifer hesitated, but then slowly pulled the tape recorder down and pressed "play".
"Hello, Jennifer. I wanna play a game," a deep, distorted voice spoke through the tape, "You don't know me, but I know you well enough to know that you are not Jennifer Tilly, are you, Tiffany Ray?"
Tiffany's heart almost skipped a beat at the sound of her real name. Who was this person? How did they know so much about her?
"For years now you've been trying to fool people into believing you are the famous actress, Jennifer Tilly, but you and I both know that's not true," the voice continued, "You've been running away from your past for too long Tiffany. You even went as far as changing your identity just to cover up your dirty little secrets. You've been lying to yourself and to the public for years, and now it's time for you to confess and face your past. Take a good look around, Tiffany. In front of you, you should see passage way that will lead you to your freedom. Although, the space is way too small for any human to go through . . . Turn around, Tiffany."
Tiffany then slowly turned around and almost screamed at what she saw. There, looking right at her was her old doll body. Its lifeless green eyes stared straight into hers, as if they were looking deep into her soul. Tiffany shook her head as the realization struck her.
"N-no, this can't be happening," Tiffany cried out, "I'm done with that life. Do you hear me? I'm done! I'm not Tiffany anymore!"
But the voice on tape recorder just ignored her as it continued, "You have thirty minutes to transfer your soul into your old body before the passage way seals up tight, blocking your only escape. If you fail to escape in time, this whole furnace will light on fire, leaving you here to slowly burn to a crisp. Now before you begin, let me ask you this: Are you willing to face your dark past once and for all in order to survive? Or will your denial burn up in you, inside and out? Live or die, Tiffany. Make your choice!"
