"Andy, what's this all about?" Phil asked sternly. Once Chucky had gotten home, the foster parents were surprised he had walked instead of took the bus.
"Chucky followed me to school." Chucky tried to explain. "He tried to get me again, so I ran home."
"Do you know what he's talking about?" Phil asked, looking at Joanne.
"His teacher called." Joanne sighed. "She said she was keeping him after school for detention. Said he wrote an obscenity on his paper."
"Andy- I mean Chucky did it!" Chucky insisted, catching himself.
"Alright, Andy, come on!" Phil decided, picking the boy up and leading him down the hall. "Now this is going to stop, because I won't allow such foolishness in this house, understand? Now, open the door." Despite Joanne's protests, Chucky swiftly opened the basement door, peering down.
"Now, what do you see?" Phil asked, pointing to the floor. Chucky squinted, seeing the doll lying at the foot of the stairs. How the Hell did he get here so fast? Chucky wondered.
"It's Chucky, but-" Chucky began to say, but was cut off.
"His name is Tommy." Phil interrupted. Chucky cackled to himself. Phil didn't know he already destroyed Tommy and buried him in the backyard, under the swing. "And he's been there since last night, hasn't he?"
"Yes, sir." Chucky innocently said, seeing no point in arguing.
"Good." Phil concluded. "Now go to your room. We'll call you when dinner is ready."
"Phil-" Joanne tried to say.
"Joanne, just don't." Phil cut her off. "He is being punished for what he did at school." Chucky went to Andy's room and sat on the bed, deciding he was going to kill Phil later. Later that night, Chucky overheard the foster parents arguing about sending 'Andy' back, and couldn't help but giggle a bit about tearing the two apart. Unbeknownst to everyone, Andy also overheard Phil continuously suggest on sending him back, and his anger began rising the same way it did towards Miss Kettlewell. Why did I ever think he would be a father to me? Andy thought. He's just like everyone else. Back with Chucky, he was still giggling with glee, until he heard someone approach his door. Feigning sadness, Chucky looked down, appearing to be crying.
"It's not the end of the world." Chucky looked up, seeing Kyle.
"But they're gonna send me away." Chucky replied innocently. Kyle sighed, walking over and sitting on the bed next to Chucky.
"You'll be okay." Kyle reassured.
"But where will I go?" Chucky asked. Deep down, he knew where he was going to go. He was going to track down Sarah Pierce, her daughter Barb, and anyone else in their family so he could kill them all.
"Andy, I've lived with thousands of different families." Kyle revealed. "And they've always sent me away, just when I'm getting comfortable. But guess what?"
"What?" Chucky asked, genuinely curious.
"Every time it happens, it just makes me stronger." Kyle answered. "Because it reminds me that the only one I can count on is myself. And you have to learn that now. Look, I know that it sounds tough, but you'll deal with it."
"You know, you're pretty smart." Chucky complimented with sincerity. "Thank you. But it won't matter, because he'll always come after me." Kyle smiled.
"Hey, I just heard on the news earlier." Kyle added. "Your teacher was found beaten to death with a yardstick." Chucky's eyes widened. He knew he didn't do that, but he never imagined Andy would be capable of such as thing. Pretending to be more scared, Chucky laid in bed, throwing the covers over him until Kyle left. She's right, though. Chucky internally thought. I have to count on myself to finally kill Andy. That night, while everyone else slept, Chucky crept into the kitchen, looking for a knife and settling the electric carving one. With the press of the button, the knife roared to life, and Chucky smiled in satisfaction. Chucky made his way down the hall, flinging the door open, and noticed Andy had moved, no longer being at the foot of the stairs.
What a smart little shit. Chucky thought. But I'll find him eventually. Chucky walked down the stairs, looking around for the doll, but saw nothing. Chucky walked around the room, bumping into random objects, and being surprised by the littlest of sounds.
"You know Andy, I didn't think you'd have it in you." Chucky carefully said, attempting to draw Andy out. No one replied. "I didn't think you'd kill someone. You always seemed like a pussy." Still, silence, but Chucky could have sworn he saw movement. Chucky backed up into the washing machine, turning around and activating the knife when the machine buzzed. Cautiously, Chucky opened the washing machine, turning the knife on and stabbing into the pile of clothes. No doll was found, and no cry of pain. Hearing footsteps, Chucky turned around, but he still couldn't find Andy
"I heard you killed Kettlewell." Chucky continued, still walking around. "Beaten to death by a yardstick. Sounds like something I'd do. In a way, I'm proud of you! That, and writing that shit on that dumb paper."
"I don't want your approval." Andy's voice echoed. "I want my body back."
"Sorry, Andy." Chucky cackled. "All purchases are final! No give backs!"
"What are you going to do in my body anyway?" Andy's voice asked. Chucky finally pinpointed the voice as being behind a pair of clothes that were hung up, and began to move towards them. "Just kill more people?"
"Just a few more…" Chucky replied, approaching the hung clothes. "After I kill you here, I'm going after that bitch Sarah Pierce!" With that, Chucky jabbed the knife into the clothes, but once again, there was no doll behind them. Chucky turned around, and all of a sudden, Andy jumped on top of him.
"You won't get the chance!" Andy roared, attempting to knock the boy out. Andy kept hitting Chucky and holding onto his arm, trying to keep him from getting to the electric knife. "You're going to give me my body back now!"
"Go fuck yourself, kid!" Chucky yelled, finally grabbing the knife and swinging it behind me, scoring a hit on Andy's face. Once Chucky got up, Andy ran off, just as Phil turned on the light and began walking down the stairs.
"What the Hell's going on down here?" Phil asked, but stopped, seeing Chucky with the knife. "Andy- put down the knife."
"But I need it for-" Chucky was about to say, but Phil stopped him.
"Just put the knife down, and we'll talk about it." Phil said again, making his way down the stairs. Not seeing Andy anywhere, Chucky shut off the knife, and laid it to his side.
"Everything is going to be just fine." Phil reassured the boy, having a steady pace down the stairs. Just then, Andy took a hook from the wall and used it to trip Phil, hanging him by his foot above the ground. Groaning, Phil looked towards what had tripped him, seeing the doll, alive and talking.
"How's it hanging Phil?" Andy taunted, letting his rage pour into the words. Phil's eyes widened. He recognized that voice.
"Andy, what?" Phil asked, looking at the doll, then at the boy, then the doll again.
"This is for not believing me, and not caring about me." Andy sneered, dropping the hook and letting Phil fall on the floor. Phil tumbled head first onto the concrete, and with a sickening crack, his neck snapped, killing the man. Chucky backed up for a moment, impressed.
"Holy shit, Andy, you're on a roll!" Chucky laughed. Andy stood there, feeling a sense of satisfaction, but quickly moved when he heard footsteps near the basement.
"No. Oh God, Phil." Joanne could be heard saying, with Kyle following close behind.
"I'll call an ambulance!" Kyle declared, running back upstairs, while Chucky stayed at arm's length.
"Oh God! No! Oh God!" Joanne cried out, visibly broken. Andy hid behind the stairs, hearing Joanne cry. Listening to her cries nearly broke his heart, and Andy realized the weight of what he had done. He had just killed a man. Someone's husband, and someone's potential father. Whatever anger he had for Phil was replaced with guilt of the act he committed, mixed with shame. Joanne had been almost like a mother to him, she cared for him a similar way that his real mother, Karen, had cared for him. Just like Karen, who had defended his story about Chucky to the point of being sent to an asylum, Joanne had defended him when Phil wanted to send him back.
I have to get out of this body. Andy thought. It's changing me for the worst. Joanne kept crying, looking towards Chucky, who attempted to walk towards her.
"Get away from me!" Joanne screamed, and Andy felt another wave of shame wash over him. "Oh God." Chucky just looked at the floor, looking sad, but on the inside, he truly felt proud of Andy. It seemed the more time Andy spent in that doll, the more he was becoming a killer. It was only a matter of time before he would be completely human, and Chucky could kill him for good.