Nica looked around her room, wondering how she ended up there. The last she remembered, she was in Foley's office, but she couldn't quite recall what happened that night. Shrugging it off for the moment, Nica got into her wheelchair and went to the recreational room, where she was met by Andy, Glen, and Madeleine.
"Look who finally woke up." Andy remarked.
"What are you talking about?" Nica asked.
"You've been asleep for hours." Glen explained. "Honestly, I'm not sure why Carlos didn't go get you."
"I might've had a hand in that…" Andy chuckled, then looked around. "Hey, I just diverted his attention to somewhere else."
"Doctor Foley always says that late people are rude people." Madeleine suddenly announced. "This just isn't like him."
"You didn't kill him, did you?" Glen asked, in a bad attempt at joking.
"No! Or at least, I don't think I did…" Nica replied, looking down.
"She didn't." Andy told everyone. "He's probably just knocked out."
"How do you know that?" Nica asked, shocked.
"I went to Foley's office because I knew Chucky was there." Andy explained. "He was going to kill you, so I made it seem one of the guards was coming in, then I took you back to your room. I found you passed out too."
"Thanks, Andy." Nica said, surprised Barclay would do that.
"Honestly, I wouldn't blame you, or Chucky, if Foley died." Andy revealed, and lowered his voice to a whisper so only she and Glen could hear him. "Turns out I was right about what he does to his patients…" At first, Nica looked at him, confused, and then her expression darkened.
"Son of a bitch." Nica hissed.
"Do you still remember our… moment?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, we had a snowball fight." Nica laughed. "I think Chucky stopped Foley before he could erase anything. But then, everything came back to me last night."
"What do you mean?" Andy asked, confused.
"The moment I was knocked out, I had this nightmare that forced me to relive the night Chucky slaughtered my family. Then I saw a vision of my dead niece, Alice."
"What are you talking about?" Andy asked. "Your niece isn't dead."
"What?" Nica looked at Andy.
"I guess Foley omitted that from your memory too." Andy muttered. "Nica, Alice is alive. She's been with my friend, Tyler, for the last four years. I don't know who told you Alice was dead, but they lied to you." Suddenly, feeling something was off, Andy looked around, noticing there were only three of them.
"Has anyone seen Madeleine?" Andy asked, remembering that she had her doll with her. "Shit." Andy and Nica got up, preparing to look for Madeleine, but Carlos stopped them.
"Andy, there's someone on the phone for you at my desk." Carlos told Barclay. "She said it's urgent."
"Dammit." Andy swore, and turned to Nica. "I'll come back once I'm done." Andy followed Carlos to the lobby, while Nica bumped into Doctor Foley.
"Doctor Foley!" Nica greeted, surprised. "You're alright!"
"Aside from a slight headache, I'm fine." Foley grumbled. "Don't you remember what happened?"
"I remember you hypnotized me, then it was a bit of a blur…" Nica lied.
"You assaulted me, Nica." Foley hissed, but noticed Nica was looking past him. Foley turned around, seeing Madeleine going to her room, with Nurse Ashley shutting the door. "Don't even think about it. It wasn't Chucky, it was you! I'm truly concerned with your setbacks, Nica, but… I'm willing to 'forget' about all of this, if you are." Nica gulped and looked past Foley again, just in time to see Madeleine about to breastfeed the doll.
"Oh shit." Nica gasped, as Ashley closed the door.
Andy and Carlos walked over to the nurse's desk, where he saw the phone left out. Quickly, Andy took the phone and spoke into it.
"Hello?" Andy asked.
"Andy, it's Kyle." Kyle's voice rang from the other end, and it sounded like he was crying. "Listen, I called to let you know that Tyler is dead."
"What?" Andy asked out loud, but then lowered his voice to a whisper, and tried to keep it all in. "How did this happen?"
"I don't know." Kyle admitted. "I just found his body, with his head missing. It looked like he was strangled to death with twine, and the pressure built up to explode his head."
"Where's Alice?" Andy asked, panicking.
"I don't know where she is either." Kyle said truthfully. "What are we going to do?"
"Go to my apartment, and get some of my… toys." Andy whispered, but changed the words in case Carlos could still hear him. "Tonight, that doll is going to die for good." Andy hung up and almost had to run back to catch up with Nica, who was knocking on Madeleine's door.
On the other side, Madeleine was just laying down the doll onto her bed, having finished breastfeeding.
"I'm your friend till the end." The doll said cheerfully.
"No, Chucky. A boy's best friend is his mother." With that, Madeleine grabbed a pillow and began smothering the doll, who began to physically thrash out, until he suddenly stopped.
"Madeleine!" Foley barked, having entered the room with Andy, Nica, and Glen following close behind. "What have you done? What did you do to your baby?"
"It's not a baby, it's a doll-" Madeleine tried to say, but Foley interrupted her.
"Not the doll, your baby." Foley clarified. "Joshua… that was his name, wasn't it? What did you do to him? Say it." At that point, Madeleine broke down, removing the pillow to reveal the doll, whose eyes were closed.
"He just wouldn't stop crying one night." Madeleine sobbed, as Nica wheeled over. "I thought I could make him stop, but whatever I tried didn't work. I was a terrible mother, who couldn't make her son happy!"
"You didn't kill him." Nica declared.
"What?" Madeleine looked at her, confused.
"He's just pretending." Nica went to grab the doll, resulting in Madeleine tearing the doll away, and Foley restraining her.
"Hey!" Andy shouted, and his emotions took over as he drew back his fist and punched the doctor.
"He's alive!" Nica yelled, but Madeleine wouldn't hear it. Suddenly, Nica's back arched, and she had a shortness of breath, seemingly gasping for air.
"What's happening?" Glen asked. Nica barely answered, and instead, took out a small syringe she had hidden in her wheelchair.
"Somebody, please." Nica begged. "I need someone to inject this under my rib." Seeing everyone else was stunned, Andy swiftly took the syringe and injected Nica, allowing her breathing to go back to normal. Noticing that everything was alright, Madeleine continued their conversation.
"More than anything, I wish that he was." Madeleine choked out. "But wishing it won't make it so." Slowly, Foley got up, reaching up and feeling a warm, crimson fluid exiting his nose. With a look of anger, he realized Barclay had broken his nose.
"That was a stupid mistake. Carlos!" Foley shouted, and the nurse entered the room, grabbing him by the arm. "Escort Andy Barclay to a padded cell. First thing tomorrow, he's being transferred to Lochmoor." Despite Andy's protests, Carlos led him away, leaving Nica, Glen, Foley, and Madeleine alone.
"Madeleine, please." Foley extended his hand, and Madeleine reluctantly gave him the Good Guy doll. "It's a doll. It's a powerful symbol of your guilt, and everyone else's past. Now don't you think it's time to bury the past?" Nica simply looked at the doctor, dumbfounded at what he was saying. While Foley and Madeleine left, Nica stopped Glen.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Nica asked angrily.
"Because I've tried for the last four years." Glen told her. "Look, he'll never believe us."
"So that's it?" Nica asked. "You're just going to give up?"
"No." Glen replied. "I will go out with them, just to make sure my dad doesn't kill anyone." With that, Glen followed Foley outside, leaving Nica to stare out the window.
Andy was thrown into a padded cell, with the door instantly locked behind him.
"Don't get too comfortable." Carlos remarked. "Tomorrow, you're going to Lochmoor."
"Listen, you have to believe me!" Andy shouted, pounding on the door. "That doll is alive, and it's after Nica!"
"Sure." Carlos yawned. "Sounds about the same as the stories for the last thirty years." Carlos walked off, and Andy was left to think about the events over the last few days. First his mother, then Tyler… it was becoming too much for him. With nothing else to do, Andy sat in a far corner and buried his head in his arms, trying to shut everything out, and ignore the fact that he acted too quickly on Foley.
Nica continued watching the mock funeral, with Carlos eventually joining her.
"You're not buying it, are you?" Carlos asked, watching Glen bury the doll.
"Nope. He'll be back." Nica said bleakly. "He always comes back." Carlos sighed and walked away, leaving Nica to stare at the now filled grave.
Andy's Apartment
Kyle finished gathering all the weapons and firearms she could find and put them in a duffel bag. Taking one last look around, she went outside and dropped the bag in her car, and attempted to start the engine. Unfortunately, nothing happened.
"Work, you piece of shit!" Kyle yelled, trying to start the car again. Still, nothing. Kyle took a deep breath, and jammed the key in and twisted hard. That was when the car exploded, with Kyle trapped inside.
Down the street, Tiffany and Glenda watched as Kyle burned to death.
"I didn't know you knew how to make a bomb." Tiffany commented.
"It's pretty easy." Glenda smirked. "I just wish Dad could've seen it…"
"Chucky would be proud of you." Tiffany reassured her daughter. "Now come on, it's time we went to give him a hand." Glenda and Tiffany cackled, before getting into her red car and driving towards the asylum.
Harrogate
Nica sat, staring out at the grave for what felt like an hour. She wished she had a watch, but unfortunately, there weren't any clocks around either. Nica also wondered how Andy was doing, especially after he had apparently broken Foley's nose, and was scheduled to be transferred tomorrow. Just as Nica had given up on that the doll really was alive, she noticed the dirt begin to move. As she began to wheel away to warn somebody, Nica felt something stab her in the neck.
"Night night." Chucky cackled, and the last thing Nica heard was Chucky's sinister laugh.
Chucky's hand shot out of the grave, covered in dirt. Moments later, the rest of his body made it out, covered from head to toe in earth and missing a shoe.
"God dammit!" Chucky yelled, taking large lungfuls of air. "I think I held my breath longer than I wanted!" After one final gulp of oxygen, Chucky turned around and made his way back into the asylum.