Wraith: Alright, this new meeting will come to order! Hey, hey! Michael! Bill! Break it up!

Mike and Hillbilly: Sorry... *Death glare and go back to the meeting*

Wraith: Now, the reason for this meeting is to introduce a new killer to the roster The Ringmaster! *claps emit from every killer introducing the clown*

Clown: Thank you everyone. I'm glad I got the chance to join you all here, oh, and uh, I may have accidentally dropped some hallucinogenic in the punch, so don't drink it.

?: Oh now you tell me! Well, I don't have real organs, so I guess it's fine.

*Everyone turns around to see a red haired doll on the snacks table*

Chucky: Sup fuckers.

Wraith: Chucky? What are you doing here? We didn't accept your application.

Chucky: That's exactly why I'm here. Why the hell wasn't I accepted?!

Wraith: Well, you are quite a good killer, you're popular, and you don't have anything planned for future games. But the problem doesn't lie there, it's because...

Freddy: It's because you're too small.

Chucky: Oh look who's talking dream boy! Last time I checked, which is right now, your ass isn't even close to anyone here. Except the zombie chick over there, but her back is fucked, so it's an exception.

Freddy: *raises his claws* I oughta turn you into a kebab right now you little plastic bitch!

Trapper: *comes between the two* Alright, let's settle down now guys. Look, Chucky, we just think your height wouldn't benefit you. You wouldn't be able to drag survivors, let alone lift them onto the hooks. Plus, these aren't your average horror movie victims, they know how to fight, they'd punt you across the map without thinking.

Chucky: Really? I can't be here cause I'm too small? But you let fatass the clown in though?

Clown: Hey! I'm trying to lose i-

Chucky: Shut it Bobo! *points knife angrily at him*

Wraith: Fine then, if you want to be in the game so much, we'll give you a chance. There's a group of survivors waiting for a killer, if you manage to hook and kill at least one of them, you can be in.

Chucky: Now that's more like it. I'll see you guys later, with 4 bodies under my belt *Walks out of the meeting shed to play a round*

Doctor: You let him try against rank 1 survivors didn't you?

Wraith: And they all have dead hard and self care. Two of them even have tool boxes

Michael: Dude. Nice. *fist bumps wraith*

Chucky: *storms into the shack with garbage on his head and no knife*

Everyone: *chuckling and whispering*

Wraith: So, how many did you kill?

Chucky: *tries to look mad, but keeps walking with head down* You know what, fuck all of you. I didn't wanna be in this stupid ass club anyway. *takes the cookie plate* I'm keeping these! *slams the door on the way out*

Wraith: Well, now that that's settled. Ringmaster, we officially welcome you to Dead by Daylight's Club of Death! Meeting dismissed!