Chapter 14

Flashback

Jennifer Tilly's House, 2009

Glen opened his birthday present, eager to know what was in the box. It had been five years since he had killed his father, Chucky, with an axe, and since then, his soul has inhabited the body on Jennifer Tilly's son. Because of that, the voodoo spell had enhanced both his and Glenda's growth, until they reached the proper age of eleven. Glen tore off the paper and lifted the lid, only to be horrified at seeing Chucky's disembodied arm. As Glen looked back to his mother, who was preoccupied showing the other children her previous doll body, Glen felt something warm run down his leg. Realizing he had urinated, he looked back at the box, and gasped as the arm grabbed him by the throat and began strangling him.

"Help!" Glen screamed. "Mum, help!" Just as quickly as it came alive, the arm fell back into the box, remaining still. Jennifer Tilly ran over to her son to see what was wrong, but just found an inanimate arm.

"Glen, it was just a silly prank." Jennifer tried to comfort Glen.

"No, it came alive, I swear!" Glen cried. "The arm came alive and tried to kill me!"

"Glen, you're making things up." Tilly said. "You've been going on about this for five years about someone coming to kill you. I think it's time you're taken somewhere where people can help you." Jennifer then went into the house and called someone from a nearby mental institution. About an hour went by, before a psychiatrist arrived at the house. After Tilly told the doctor about how Glen had "made up" a doll coming to life and stalking him, the doctor took Glen and placed him in the back of his car.

"Why are you doing this, mum?" Glen asked as he was led away. "You know he's real! I know you do!"

"My mother once told me that the toughest love his always the strongest." Jennifer said, before the car drove off.

"That was fun." Glenda said gleefully, walking towards her mother. "I knew sending that arm to him would make him piss himself." She and Tilly then laughed, and as Glen looked back at the house, he saw Jennifer's eyes become a bright shade of green, revealing her true identity as Tiffany.

Now

"My God." Chloe gasped.

"Oh please don't bring him into this." Lucifer quipped.

"Lucifer, not now." Decker said, before continuing. "How'd you get released?"

"I pretended that I did make it all up, that Chucky was never real." Glen laughed bitterly. "After a few years, I was able to check out."

"Well, join the club." Andy said. "Apparently, we've all been committed to a mental asylum at some point."

"As I was saying, once I heard my sister was locked up here, I took a job as a janitor to keep an eye on her." Glen continued. "Up until today, she wasn't any trouble, but a few hours ago… dad showed up. Don't know why he didn't kill me, he just knocked me out before leaving with Glenda."

"Did you hear them mention where they were gonna go?" Nica asked.

"All I know is dad said he wanted to grow his 'cult' into an army." Glen said. "But I don't know how he'd do that."

"I'm not entirely sure about that either." Constantine said. "We've already blown up every last doll that was made. Chas made sure about that in the factory back in Chicago."

"Don't be to sure." Dan said, typing something into a computer. "It says that while not many of the dolls were sold as vintage, Hot Topic took about a hundred of them."

"We know all that mate." Constantine impatiently said.

"Well, apparently they were all sold." Dan said.

"Is there any chance we can look at the records to see where exactly they'd be?" Andy asked. After doing some digging, Espinoza found all the records.

"Apparently, they were all in Chicago." Dan said.

"If he wants to expand his 'army', what would be the quickest way to do it?" Nica asked. "I seriously doubt he'd just go into every single home and wake up one doll at a time."

"Well, there is a possibility that if he uses a radio station, he can broadcast the voodoo chant." Chas guessed. "And one of the last radio stations that could broadcast over all of Chicago was Tiger Radio, at Scott University."

"How do you know about that?" Andy asked.

"A few years ago, back when Midnite wanted to kill John, we had to stop some of his men from playing an acetate there that contained the voice of the First of the Fallen." Chas explained.

"Bloody Hell, it looks like we're going back." Constantine groaned.

"I'm comin with you." Glen said.

"Like Hell you are." Andy replied.

"Look, I heard about what happened to you, Mr. Barclay, but they're my family." Glen said. "I want to be there when you stop him."

"Andy, we could use the extra person, in case something happens to Chas and John." Nica said.

"Fine." Andy said reluctantly. "But let me be clear: because Chucky's your father, I don't trust you. If you even think on turning on us, you're going to have a shotgun sized hole where your face used to be."

"Agreed." Glen said. "Now let's go." Right before leaving, Constantine called back to Lucifer.

"Hey, mate, seeing as how nobody would believe us about a killer doll, make something up, will ya?" Constantine asked. "And once you're done, meet us in Chicago. If we can't stop that little bugger in time, we're going to need all the help we can get.

"Already working on it, John." Lucifer said, grinning. Smirking, Constantine, Andy, Nica, Glen, and Chas drove off back to Chicago.

"I'm going with you." Chloe said once they left.

"No, Chloe." Lucifer said. "I don't know why, but ever since I met you three years ago, I've been vulnerable around you. I've even been able to get shot when you're near. Also, you have a daughter. If you die, she'll be devastated."

"So what should we say?" Chloe asked.

"The usual. Just some crazy violent inmate stabbed the guards with his own pen." Lucifer replied. "I don't know, this is your job, Detective!"

Tiger Radioshack, later that day

"You're listening to WIXA Tiger Radio, at 97.5 FM." The speaker said to a small crowd of people, almost ready to close the shack and leave. "Thank you for choosing Scott University's broadcasting station to listen to your news and music-" The speaker stopped, hearing a noise behind him. Turning off the radio, he looked around the darkened interior, asking, "Who's there?" Suddenly, Chucky jumped down from a shelf in the room, grabbing the microphone off the stand and wrapping the cable around the speaker's neck. As the man struggled, Chucky smashed a headset speakers against his head, before forcing him to listen to white noise. With the combined strangulation and ears bleeding from the sound, the radio speaker eventually blood connection to his brain, and died, falling out of his chair. The others, too shocked at seeing a living, breathing doll, just stood there, frozen in place in sheer disbelief.

"Boom." Chucky said. "Mic drop. Hee hee hee ha ha ha ha!"