"Why hasn't he killed you yet, Nica?" Glen asked.
"Because he's fucking with me." Nica answered. "He's going to kill each and every one of you, then he'll go for me. That, or I really am crazy."
"You're not, Nica." Glen said adamantly. "Chucky is real." Nica stopped and looked up at him.
"How do you know?" Nica frowned. "Why do you believe me?"
"It's… it's complicated." Glen said. "I'll explain some other time. Just not now. C'mon, we have to help Jade." Glen and Nica picked up the pace, but they were too late. Jade had already gone outside, and Nurse Ashley was blocking the door.
"Where'd Jade go?" Nica asked.
"She took her 'baby' out for a walk." Ashley said coldly. "And I think you should leave her alone." Turning, Nica looked towards Glen.
"You have to go out there and help her." Nica said.
"Uh uh, can't." Glen quickly said. "I got my outdoor privileges revoked after I broke someone's arm in the yard."
"How'd you do that?" Nica asked, curious.
"I kinda know a bit of Karate." Glen said. "Or whatever type of martial arts." Having a quizzical look, Nica filed that as another question to ask on another time, and focused on Jade.
"In that case, you don't seem like someone who follows the rules." Nica countered. "And you're taking cigarettes so you don't have to detox."
"Fine, but for the record, I think this is a bad idea." Glen said. "You take care of Ashley, I'll go outside. Okay?" Nica nodded, and began wheeling over to the nurse.
"I'm sorry, but could you help me?" Nica asked, once she was right next to Ashley. "I'm not used to this chair, and I think it's a bit sluggish." Ashley nodded, and once her back was turned, Glen left the building and went outside.
Back at the group therapy room, Kristen had had enough of Nica's ramblings of Chucky. Deciding to end it, Kristen snatched the other Chucky doll, and walked down the hallway, preparing to throw it away. Just as she neared the garbage chute, she felt a sharp pain go up her arm, and in the process of yelling in shock, dropped the doll. Kristen looked down in horror, seeing tiny bite marks on her arm.
"Kristen?" Dr. Foley walked toward her, having heard her scream.
"Holy shit." Kristen whispered, and her worst fear had come back. "Dr. Foley, it's true. Chucky's back." Nica wasn't lying, Chucky was alive. Kristen had thought that Chucky had died back in 1998, when her then boyfriend, Andy Barclay, had thrown that damned doll into a fan at a carnival, and she believed that he was gone for good. Maybe it was because of denial, or she thought herself crazy, but every other time it was brought up that some doll was going around killing people, she brushed it off as they were trying to become famous because of Andy's story from 1988. But now, Kristen couldn't deny it anymore.
"What have you done?" Foley asked, shocked at her arm. Looking concerned, he picked up the doll.
"What? No! It was Chucky!" Kristen yelled. "I swear it was him!" Kristen lunged at the doll, but was restrained by Carlos. Foley and Carlos then began walking Kristen down the hall, while she loudly protested.
Nica stared out the window, watching as Glen was walking towards Jade and her Chucky doll. Looking back, Nica saw Jade approach an open grave, just in time to see grin at her and extend his middle finger.
"Oh God, no." Nica said, beginning to pound her fists against the window. "Jade!" Jade did not hear Nica, and instead, threw the doll into the grave, much to Nica's confusion. Just then, Glen came up next to Jade.
"Glen, I need your help." Jade said. "I left Chucky down there. Can you get him?"
"Down there?" Glen asked, bending over to look into the hole. Before he could ask anything else, Jade got behind him and pushed Glen into the hole, causing Nica to gasp. Turning, Nica wheeled over to Nurse Ashley.
"Ashley, I need your help." Nica said urgently.
"Does it involve your wheelchair again?" Ashley asked.
"No, it's Glen." Nica said. "Jade pushed him into the grave outside!"
"Glen's not supposed to be outside." Ashley stated. "Did you help him sneak out?"
"No, we didn't know his privileges were revoked." Nica lied. "Please, you have to help him!"
"NOO!" Kristen screamed, being dragged into a sedation room and strapped to a bed. "Please don't leave me here!" Foley finally came in, holding onto the Chucky doll.
"Kristen, just relax." Foley said, preparing a sedative.
"I swear, I won't hurt myself." Kristen pleaded. "But listen to me! He'll kill us all!" But Foley didn't listen, and injected her with the sedative.
"What'd you give her?" Carlos asked.
"Just enough to relax her." Foley stated. "Have you ever seen her like this? It's a bit disturbing."
"Nope. Never." Carlos shook his head. "What about you?"
"Only once." Foley remembered. "It was the Summer of '98. She was just graduating her military school, when a string of murders started happening on campus. A couple days after the murders, when she burned her house down, she claimed it was because a 'Chucky' doll was trying to kill her."
"That's pretty fucked up." Carlos commented.
"Here's the kicker, though." Foley continued. "That military school she went to? Andy Barclay was also there."
"Barclay?" Carlos asked. "That same guy who showed up four years ago, right when Nica was committed?"
"The exact." Foley replied. "They were even together."
"So why the Hell wasn't he locked up?" Carlos asked.
"He didn't try anything that insane." Foley shrugged. "But considering that he was involved in three incidents where he said that a doll named Chucky had murdered everyone, I'm surprised that he hasn't at least seen a therapist." Foley and Carlos kept talking, but Kristen could barely hear them, deciding to stare at the Chucky doll in the corner, expecting him to move. Suddenly, Nurse Ashley burst into the room.
"Sorry to interrupt, but it's Glen." Ashley said. "I'm going to need some help."
"Ah, Jesus." Foley muttered. "Don't worry, Kristen, I'll be right back." Foley and Carlos then followed Ashley outside, leaving Kristen alone with the doll.
Nica wheeled back to the window, staring intently at the grave. After a while, Nica finally saw the Chucky doll, being tossed roughly out of the grave. As Jade walked over to pick him up, Ashley and Carlos arrived, pulling Glen out of the hole.
"Glen, are you alright?" Carlos asked. Glen shrugged the nurses off, visibly terrified.
"I'm fine." Glen lied, before pointing accusingly to Jade's doll. "Just keep that fucking thing away from me!"
"Why were you outside in the first place?" Ashley asked. "You've had your outside privileges revoked."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Glen stammered. "Just keep the doll away from me." Concerned, Nica wheeled away and toward the door, waiting for Glen to return.
"Are you okay?" Nica asked, once Glen had returned.
"No." Glen said, shaken. "Just, please. Don't ask me to do that again." Nica looked closer, and noticed that Glen had turned a shade of pale.
"Glen, please." Nica begged. "Did he say anything? Did he attack you?" Glen looked at her for a split second, before turning away.
"It's just a doll, Nica." Glen said, before walking away. "It's just a doll."
Back in the sedation room, Kristen was staring up at the ceiling, watching snow fall on the giant glass window. Looking back to the corner, Kristen's eyes widened slightly, seeing that the Chucky doll had gotten up and left.
"No." Kristen whispered, hearing Chucky run behind her. Kristen turned, only seeing the heart monitor, which was rapidly increasing. Kristen turned back, and Chucky popped up in front of her.
"Boo!" Chucky sneered. "Remember me?" Whether it was the sedative, or shock, both, Kristen did not answer. Shrugging it off, Chucky looked at the tank of oxygen in his hands.
"'Compressed'." Chucky read. "Say, does that mean what I think it means?" Kristen's eyes narrowed. "Seriously, I'm not sure." Chucky walked to the foot of the bed, and positioned the tank upwards.
"Sayonara, bitch." Chucky smirked. "Say hi to Brett for me." With that, Chucky slammed the tank onto the ground, causing the top to burst from the oxygen and soar up, breaking the glass ceiling. Chucky watched in awe, as the entire ceiling broke, with the pieces falling down, decapitating Kristen.
"Sometimes I scare myself." Chucky muttered, before hurrying back to the chair in the corner, just as Nica arrived. As she screamed at the site, Chucky pondered Kristen's expression before she died. Right when her head was cut off and rolled to rest by his feet, Chucky remembered the icy glare on her face. Even remembering that look gave him chills. Why wasn't she scared? Why did Karen just accept her death? Was he finally losing his edge, after almost thirty years of being a killer doll? Chucky brushed these thoughts off, as Dr. Foley came in and grabbed the doll, taking him and Nica to his private office.