Chucky headed back to his apartment. When he got to the building he looked up at the doorknob.
"Crap." said Chucky. "Too high." He looked around and saw an open window. "Bingo."
When he got to the window he heard voices inside. The window was just high enough for him to enter the apartment room. He was in a living room. He ran under a table and observed his surroundings. A female walked by.
"Honey?" A man's voice asked. Chucky looked and saw a man looking under a sofa. "Have you seen the remote?" he asked. Chucky looked down and noticed the remote by his feet.
"Damn." said Chucky.
The man stood up and looked at the table. From his point of view, he could see the remote but not Chucky. As he approached the table, Chucky pretended not to be alive. When the man knelt down he saw Chucky and it startled him. "Margaret?" he said. "When did we get a Good Guy Doll?"
"What, hon? A Good Guy?" she responded. "I don't remember getting one."
The man reached out, picked up Chucky, and held him out in front of him. He carried Chucky into the Kitchen.
"Here." the man said, handing his wife the doll.
"Ooh." she said. "I don't know where it came from, but it would make a good toy for our soon-to-be."
Chucky looked down and noticed she was pregnant. 2-for-1, he thought.
"Whoa." said the wife calmly. "He smells like he was just at a dump."
"Here. I'll clean him." said the man. "You go to bed."
"Okay." she said, handing him the doll. "Don't be long." she said as she walked off to their bedroom. The man put Chucky down next to the sink... and the wooden knife holder.
"Hi. I'm Chucky." Chucky said in the Good Guy Doll's high-pitched voice. The man jumped back. "And I'm your friend till the end. Hidey-ho."
"Heh. Whoa." said the man in shock. "You scared me doll." The man walked back to the sink, back turned to Chucky.
Chucky quietly grabbed a knife from the knife block and set it down beside him.
"I like to be hugged." Chucky said again in the Good Guy Doll voice.
The man quickly turned his head towards the doll and turned off the water. He slowly walked towards Chucky. When he was in front of the counter where Chucky was, he leaned in close, his face only two inches away from Chucky's.
"Hello?" the man asked.
Chucky didn't move, eyes pointed slightly downward. The man was about to leave when the doll's eyes looked at him. The man jumped back again. He headed to the bedroom to tell his wife, but when he turned around, Chucky was gone. The man was frightened now. He slowly walked to the bedroom, cautiously looking around. He only stopped for a second because he thought he heard something. Then he took off to the bedroom but stopped in the doorway. He covered his mouth to keep himself from vomiting. His wife lay dead on the bed, her throat slit open, blood stained the sheets. The man quickly turned his head away. Just then a knife sliced his ankle and he fell to the ground.
"I'm your friend to the end." Chucky said in his normal human voice and then shoved the knife he was holding through the man's left eye. The man tried to scream but Chucky shoved a sock in his mouth. Chucky drove the knife in further till the man stopped moving. Chucky pulled the sock out of the man's mouth and threw it aside. He then got a chair from the kitchen and set it next to the apartment door. He crawled on top of it and grabbed the doorknob. He then opened the door and left. It was four in the morning so everyone was still asleep.