"So why'd you do it?" One of the women behind Nica asked. It had only been five minutes, and another patient was already acting hostile towards her.
"Kristen!" Glen scolded.
"What?" The woman, Kristen, snapped. "We're all wondering the same thing, aren't we?"
"Relax, she's new." Glen said, defending Nica.
"Fuck that!" Kristen yelled. "If I'm living in a room right next to someone who slaughtered her whole family, I wanna know what tipped her over the edge."
"Then why'd you burn your damn house down?" Glen asked.
"You know damn well why." Kristen said. "You know I did it to make sure he wouldn't find me. And you always bring that shit up."
"All I'm saying is that if we're gonna point fingers at people here-" Glen started, but was cut off.
"But I didn't kill anyone." Kristen said. "I made sure my family was away for the time in case he showed up."
"Well, Nica didn't either." Glen retorted. "Chucky did it." Nica smiled at Glen for having her back, but Kristen wasn't done.
"He's dead." Kristen said. "I realized that after I burned my house down. He died twenty years ago."
"I don't blame you for being afraid after what I did." Nica finally spoke, while Dr. Foley stared at her. "I was very ill."
"Are you feeling better?" The woman next to Kristen asked, nervous.
"I understand your concerns, and we should absolutely talk about them." Foley said. "But Nica isn't dangerous anymore. And don't forget, she's not the only one to benefit from an insanity plea."
"But she's the only multiple murderer." Kristen pointed out.
"Mass murderer, actually, there's a difference." The woman next to Kristen said.
"Who the Hell taught you that?" Kristen asked, glaring at the woman next to her.
"My Uncle Warren." The woman said. "He was a police officer."
"Either way, who gives a shit?" Kristen asked. "We're all sick, and I wanna know why she killed them." Foley just shrugged, and Nica turned around to face Kristen.
"I was pathologically jealous of my sister." Nica began, "And too possessive of my niece, Alice. She's twelve now, and I'll never see her again. I just hope she's alright."
"She's not alright." Another voice said behind Nica. Turning around, she saw the woman speaking was Karen.
"What did you just say?" Nica asked, and Karen sat up.
"Chucky told me." Karen said eerily, causing everyone's eyes, except for Foley's, to widen with fear. "He called me, and said that he's coming for you now that you can have visitors." At first, Nica seemed worried, but after realizing that Karen is a schizophrenic, she started giggling. The other patients and Foley stared in shock, trying to decide what was more terrifying, Karen's supposed message from Chucky, or Nica's seemingly demonic laughter.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kristen asked. "You think this is funny?"
"No, I don't." Nica said, who suddenly stopped laughing. As Kristen went over to comfort Karen, Foley began to speak.
"Well, I guess it was inevitable that this would come up." The doctor said. "That's why we should all explore this together as a group. And I have just the thing that'll help." Foley got up and went over to a desk, revealing a large doll with ginger hair and blue eyes. On the overalls were the words "Good Guys" in red.
"Hi, I'm Chucky." The doll said, blinking its eyes. "Wanna play?" Nica turned around, and all the other patients jumped out of their skin. Glen reaction was the worst.
"Whoa! Is that a-" Glen started.
"Relax, it's just a Good Guy doll, one of thousands made back in the '80s." Foley reassured.
"No, he said Chucky." Glen pressed.
"And they had over fifty different names." Foley continued. "Two percent were Chucky."
"What, so this is a coincidence?" Glen asked.
"No, because I specifically ordered a Chucky." Foley revealed.
"Where'd you get it?" Glen asked again.
"Hot Topic." Foley said. "Good Guys closed years ago. Nica, you're not uncomfortable by this, are you?"
"Nope. Not at all." Nica replied, shaking her head. The woman who had previously sat next to Kristen approached Foley and the doll, a look of worry on her face.
"Oh my God." The woman said.
"What is it, Jade?" Foley asked.
"He's my baby." Jade replied, looking up and taking the doll from Foley. As Jade hugged the doll, Glen gripped the arms of his chair in fear, while Karen and Kristen watched on in horror.