Freddy vs. Jason: Unleashed from Hell

Chapter 7 - Intermission

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When Andy woke up, he took a look at the time, and realized that he'd been sleeping for an hour.

He also noticed that neither Kyle nor Whitney had returned from the mechanic, so Andy decided that it was time to do what he hadn't done in a while.

Walking into the master bedroom, the middle-aged gentleman stopped in front of a painting that hung on the wall, and he carefully removed it, placing the object safely on the couch.

The painting had been covering up a secret safe, which Andy opened after swiftly entering the combination, and he pulled out what had been placed inside since moving to Elm Street.

"Looks like it's just us for a while, friend," said Andy, now in the dining room, and after setting down what he'd been carrying onto the table, he proceded with lighting up a joint.

As he began taking a hit, the object that was in front of him asked, "You gonna let me try some of that?"

"What, and let you try to 'jump scare' me again?" replied Andy, shaking his head. "Not this time, Chucky…"

"Oh, come on, just one fuckin' hit," said the head of Andy's childhood killer, who now resembled a sort-of prized trophy, and a face that had been through all sorts of torture at the hands of Andy, as well as Kyle. "Also, who's the new girl?"

After Andy gave the head of his nemesis of confused look, Chucky began to laugh.

"I ain't deaf yet, Andy, and these walls aren't exactly sound-proof, either… but I'm glad you're doing better than that one red-headed chick."

The middle-aged man just let out a sigh, followed by blowing out a puff of smoke into Chucky's body-less face, and the sinister killer said, "Don't tell me you're still upset about the other versions of me locking you into the asylum… by the way, how was it in there?"

Andy remained silent, for a moment, before he replied, "I was lucky enough to get out when I had the chance… but not that much when it came to finding Nica."

Chucky let out his signature laugh, and then, he said, "You should know how this stuff works by now, Andy. Haven't you learned anything?"

Instead of answering his question, the middle-aged man placed one end of the joint inside Chucky's lips, and watched as the possessed doll took a hit.

"Man, I needed that… and it wasn't so hard, right?" said Chucky, after Andy took the joint away. "Now, come on, tell me more about this Whitney chick. She's hot, at least, right?"

Andy raised an eyebrow at him, and he replied, "First of all… yes, she definitely is… second, I find it weird to hear you say that considering part of you's currently possessing the body of a full-grown female."

"Still don't mean I can't imagine what I could do to a hot piece of ass like her in my younger human body," said Chucky, and he started to laugh again while Andy rolled his eyes.

"You got a picture of her for me to see, at least? Cause I ain't seen nothing but fuckin' darkness since the last time you brought me out here."