Chapter Four; Sixteen Years Later

Alright so here it is, FINALLY the chapter that you all have been waiting for! Well, here it goes and I hope you enjoy it.

Tiffany slipped a pink nightgown over her head as she started to get ready for bed. As Chucky went inside the bathroom to take a shower, she grabbed his booklet out of the nightstand drawer figuring that he was going to be awhile. Now she desperately wanted to know what it was like when he first had met Mary. She turned on the lamp and got into bed and climbed under the covers as she opened the journal back up and flipped to the page where Chucky had left off.

Dear journal,

It began as Tiffany continued to read the words silently to herself.

I bet that whoever is reading this right now is wondering when I'm going to talk about when I met Mary.

Tiffany simply just nodded to herself agreeing with what was written on the page so far before she continued on.

Well, I'll get to that in a moment. First of all, I'm going to talk about what I learned from her and her mother on the day she was born.

Flashback

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It was June 21st, 2007. A very nervous and extremely anxious Andy Barclay paced the hospital lobby floor while his wife was just about ready to give birth to their first child. He had declined the invitation to go inside the delivery room with her, because he was afraid that he would pass out. A few moments later a nurse came down the hall with a huge excited grin on her face. "Congratulations Mr. Barclay, your wife has just given birth to a beautiful and healthy baby girl." She told him. "Oh thank God," Andy began as he breathed a sigh of relief and placed his hand upon his chest.

"How is Kristin doing?" he asked her. "Your wife is just fine as well. You may go see her and your daughter now if you'd like." The nurse answered while Andy followed her down the hall to his wife's room. Sure enough there was Kristin smiling up at him with a pink little bundle inside her arms. "Hello Andy," she began bouncing the bundle up and down inside her arms. "Would you like to meet your daughter?" she asked him smiling warmly at him.

"Oh my God," Andy began with a breath of astonishment as he walked over to the bed. Suddenly the baby girl flashed her tiny blue eyes up at him. "She's so beautiful." He said. "What's her name?" he asked his wife. "Well, I was thinking about that and what a special little gift from God that she is. So I sort of liked the name Mary, and I was wondering what you thought about it." Kristen said. "It's perfect." Andy said happily as he sat down on top of the bedside. "Mary Karen Barclay it is." He said as he exchanged smiles with his wife and planted a tender kiss on top of her lips before smiling down at his newborn child.

End of Flashback

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Over the next six years Mary grew up rather quickly, and she became inseparable with her father. That is until one unfortunate tragic day.

Flashback

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It was June 21st, 2013. Mary Karen Barclay had just turned six years old today. She sat in front of the television set while eating a bowl of Fruit Loops. "Mary darling, make sure you don't get any milk in your hair." Her mother told her as it was rather long. However Mary was too zoned in on the television show that she was watching that she hadn't even been paying attention to what her mother had been telling her. Not only did she inherit her father's looks, (his light brown hair and baby blue eyes) but she also had inherited his love of dolls and loved watching the Good Guys cartoon.

A picture of Mary and her father stood up on top of the bookshelf. For spending a year in military school had inspired Andy to join the army. Although his wife and daughter knew that he was there because of his love for his country and how much he loved to serve it, they still missed him very much. Kristen had gotten excited when the phone rang because she thought it was such a blessing whenever they had gotten a chance to hear from him. Mary glanced over her shoulder back at her mother as a commercial flashed onto the screen.

Kristen rushed over to the telephone and picked it up eagerly. "Hello?" she answered it when suddenly all of the excitement drained out of her face. Mary grew worried when she saw the expression on her mother's face, and even more frightful when she saw that she was reduced to tears. "Mommy what's wrong?" she asked her anxiously as soon as she had hung up.

"Mary, there's something I have got to tell you sweetheart." Kristen said with a sniff as she wiped away her tears. Being the smart and intelligent kid that she was, Mary seemed to finally sense what was wrong with her mother. "It's about Daddy isn't it?" she questioned. "I'm afraid so honey," she began with a sniff. "I'm afraid he won't be coming to your birthday party. Daddy's gone to Heaven." She explained as Mary set down her bowl of cereal, got up from off the floor and rushed over to her mother embracing in a tight embrace.

Kristen hushed her daughter and reassured her soothingly that everything would be alright as she sobbed inside her chest and ran her fingers through her hair. The next night Kristen had decided that it would be better if Mary had stayed at her grandmother's (Kristen's mother's) while she made the funeral arrangements. She decided that her daughter was too young to be exposed as to something like watching her own father being buried deep inside the ground.

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"I just wish that there was some way I could make it up to her." Kristen said to her mother at the door after she had dropped Mary off. "Well maybe there is," her mother began. "Doesn't she have her birthday party this weekend?" she questioned her. "Why yes, she does. Why?" Kristen questioned her back. "Well, hasn't she always wanted one of those Good Guy dolls?" At this question, Kristen's face grew pale as she stared out into space. "I can't." she answered simply emotionless.

"Oh Kristen, this isn't about Chucky again isn't it? You know that he was just a part of yours and Andy's imagination right?" her mother asked. "Oh really? If he was just a part of our imagination then why is it that other witnesses had connected to him with other murders?" she asked her back. "Alright let's just say for right now for the state of argument that Chucky was real. That doesn't make other Good Guy dolls evil does it?" her mother asked her.

"And besides, now that her father's gone Mary needs a friend. She doesn't go back to school until September." Her mother said as Kristen heaved a heavy and reluctant sigh. She hated to admit it, but she knew her mother was right, so she went to the store and bought the one birthday present that had changed Mary's whole entire life.