Chucky and Tiffany remained fighting while Chris was freaking out. Living dolls, things he had brought to life were now trying to kill each other. Chucky grabbed a near by stitching needle Chris had use to put his face back together. As Tiffany beneath him struggled to get loose he brought it down trying to stab her, she managed to move on time to avoid it. Chris then pulled a gun out of his pocket and came up to the two.

"Okay, both of you get up!" He yelled.

The two dolls gave him a annoyed glare then they both did what he said.

"Good, now lets get everything straight here. You red hared one, your Charles Lee Ray right?" Chris asked.

Chucky nodded.

"Okay," He then looked to Tiffany. "Now who are you?"

"I'm Tiffan-" Tiffany began to say but was cut off. Chucky used this time to throw the needle and Chris which hit him in the eye.

Chris screamed in pain and fell back dropping his gun, Chucky ran forward and grabbed the it. Chris was blinded but knew Chucky was going to try and kill him. He began to get up but did not manage to in time. Chucky aimed and fired, a bullet hit Chris in the head. Chris fell down to the ground dead.

"Well Chris, it was nice seeing ya again. Me and you kill someone together. It was just like old times." Chucky said then began laughing. He then looked to Tiffany. "Okay bitch. I've got a score to settle with you."

Author Note: I'm not very happy with this chapter but oh well. Any suggestions on what Chucky should do next? Maybe him and Tiffany should make up or Maybe he could try transferring Chris's soul into a doll? Any suggestions would be welcomed.