Chapter 10

As they were driving to the old factory, Nica noticed that Andy was looking depressed.

"Hey, are you alright?" Nica asked.

"I'm fine." Andy said. "It's just… everytime he dies, he somehow finds a way to come back."

"How many times has he come back?" Nica asked.

"Too many." Andy replied. "Back in '88, Mike from the station shot Chucky in the heart. In some way I don't know about, he returned two years later, and Kyle stuck an inflation tube in his throat that exploded his head. Then in 1998, I threw him into a fan, slicing him to pieces, after he had tried to transfer his soul into a friend of mine named Ronald Tyler. And as you've seen, he's come back over the last twenty years. Even when I destroyed one of the Chucky's, he still possessed you."

"It sounds like you have completion anxiety." Nica stated.

"What?" Andy asked.

"It's where someone repeatedly fails to complete a task." Nica explained. "It's more common in males."

"How do you know that?" Andy asked.

"I researched during college." Nica said.

"When did you graduate?" Andy asked again.

"I didn't. I never completed my thesis." Nica replied.

"Sounds like you might have completion anxiety too." Andy guessed.

"Oy, if you two are done flirting, we're at the factory now." Constantine announced, as Chas parked the car in front of the doll factory. Everyone got out, and entered the old building.

Good Guy Doll Factory

"This place creeps me the fuck out." Nica said, as they entered the old factory. Ever since the CEO, Chris Sullivan, was murdered by Chucky in 1998, Play Pals wasn't able to survive the bad publicity, especially after it was reported that the Chucky doll had gone on a killing spree at Kent Military Academy. "What the Hell happened here?"

"Back in 1990, Chucky tried to transfer his soul into Andy here." Kyle explained. "He was too late, and after chasing us everywhere and killing a few of the workers, we destroyed him by blowing up his head. Because of that, the factory had closed down."

"Eight years later, it was reopened and started up the Good Guy toyline again." Andy continued. "Their CEO didn't believe me or my mother about Chucky being alive. They even tried to cover up the murders in their own factory. Anyway, the CEO, named Sullivan, he was given the newest doll off the assembly line, who happened to be Chucky, and from what I read, he was strangled with a yo-yo in his own building."

"And that's how Play Pals Inc. ended for good?" Nica asked.

"That, and because after Chucky tried to kill me at the military school I was attending, every student there, and some of the teachers, testified that the doll was possessed by the soul of Charles Lee Ray." Andy explained. "The company could brush off the accusations of a six year old boy and his mother, but an entire school? It was too much. Play Pals went bankrupt, and apparently, Hot Topic took some of the remaining dolls and sold them as vintage."

"Nice history lesson mate." Constantine said, smoking a cigarette. "Be we really need to find the little bastard." Nodding, Nica and Andy pulled out their pistols and began searching the dark factory.

"Jesus, there's no one here!" Andy shouted.

"How can you be sure?" Chas asked.

"Because we've been here before!" Kyle said. Everyone then froze, as they heard a familiar voice speaking over the intercom.

"Like what I've done with the place?" Chucky's voice echoed.

"Shit." Andy said. "He's in the main office." Andy began running toward the office, but Constantine stopped him.

"Hey mate." Constantine said, showing the Ace of Winchester. "Mine's bigger."

"Fuck off." Andy replied, as they all started running toward the main office.

"Ade Due Damballa." Chucky began his chant.

"Hurry!" Nica shouted.

"All dolls with two legs and a hand for stabbing, AWAKE!" Chucky laughed, and every Good Guy doll in the factory began waking up, even the ones not fully completed.

"John, go!" Andy said, shooting at the army of Chucky dolls, while everyone else fought for their lives. "Stop him!" John nodded, and sprinted toward the office, jumping over dolls that were trying to slow his progress. Meanwhile, Andy and Nica were fighting back to back, shooting any doll that came to close, while Chas and Kyle also fought side by side, knife and shotgun.

"We might not survive this!"Andy shouted, suddenly running out of ammo. With no time to refill, he pulled out his knife and stabbed one of the dolls, before stomping on another's head.

"Then let's hope that John can stop it!" Chas shouted back, slashing dolls left and right, and kicking another doll off Kyle. Constantine finally reached the main office, and began lining up a shot with the Ace. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, one of the incomplete dolls jumped on Constantine's back, causing him to misfire and not hit Chucky, instead, just hitting the microphone. John got back up, and using the gun stock like a club, bashed the doll's head in.

"You're too late, Johnny boy!" Chucky cackled. "I now have an army to serve me!"

"Chas, go to plan B!" Constantine yelled.

"What's plan B?" Kyle asked. Just then, the Tiffany doll dropped on top of Kyle's back, preparing to stab her. Quickly, Kyle pulled out a knife and stabbed the doll in the shoulder, tossing her off. Looking to her left, Kyle flipped a switch, which poured molten plastic on Tiffany's doll.

"Can't believe this still works." Kyle said, genuinely surprised. Without a moment of hesitation, Kyle leveled her shotgun at the doll's chest.

"The fun times are over." Kyle said darkly, squeezing the trigger. "It's time to get serious." The blast from the shotgun tore a gigantic hole through Tiffany's doll, spraying blood everywhere. The doll fell to the ground, destroyed.

"Plan B is we blow this place to kingdom come." Chas said, making his way back to Kyle.

"But we didn't bring any explosives." Nica said, shooting one of the Good Guy's heads.

"I did." Chas said, revealing a satchel full of C4 explosives. "Kept a few after we went toe to toe with a man named Felix Faust."

"Chas, do it!" Constantine said, punching and kicking dolls away.

"Everyone, get out!" Chas said. "I don't have a detonator, so I have to set this off manually!"

"Chas, no!" Andy and Kyle yelled.

"I'll be okay, I still have twenty four souls left in me!" Chas replied. "Andy, can you give me a spare?" Andy nodded, throwing him an extra pistol.

"Thanks, now get out of here!" Chas yelled, beginning to be overwhelmed by the dolls. Andy, Nica, Kyle, and Constantine jumped over and dodged more of the dolls, making their way to the emergency exit.

"Fuck, it's locked again!" Andy yelled, trying the door handle.

"Hold on, mate." Constantine said, blowing off the handle with the Ace of Winchester. The group escaped the factory, and propped an oil drum next to the door, to prevent any of the dolls from escaping.

Back in the factory, Chas was preparing to blow everything up, and threw the satchel in the air.

"NO!" Chucky yelled, jumping out of the office and running to Chas, but it was too late. Chas fired a single shot, and the C4 went off, destroying the entire factory.

"Jesus Christ." Andy said, watching the whole place go up in flames. "How long will it take for him to come back this time?"

"Considering he just exploded, possibly an entire day." Constantine guessed. "C'mon, let's go back to the cabin. I need a drink."

"I'm down with that." Andy agreed. "It's time we celebrated defeating Chucky."

"Don't be to sure." Nica warned. "Somehow, he always comes back."

"Maybe, but for now, let's just take this as a well earned break." Kyle said, and they all drove back to Andy's cabin.

Back in the smoldering remains of the factory, buried under a pile of rubble and Good Guy dolls, a hand with burned claws for fingers rose up. Chucky pulled himself out of the debris, looking around, and saw Tiffany's doll, covered in hot plastic and the entire torso blown out.

"Well, you had a good run, Tiff." Chucky said solemnly, before noticing the body of Chas.

"I thought I killed you last time." Chucky said, confused. Shrugging, the living doll went back to the office, finding a working phone and called the real Tiffany.

"Hey Tiff, start the fucking car." Chucky ordered.

"They killed my baby, didn't they?" Tiffany asked, crying.

"Yes. Just be grateful it wasn't you." Chucky replied. "This is why I told you to wait in the car."

"What are we going to do now?" Tiffany asked. Hearing a noise, Chucky turned around, and noticed that a small amount of dolls had survived, albeit either burned, or missing a couple limbs, or both.

"We're going to pay Andy a little visit." Chucky said, grinning. "Ever heard of 'an eye for an eye'?"