Author's Note: Thanks for the suggestions everyone. Please keep them coming. And thanks to everyone who's reviewed this story so far. This is another chapter I'm not very proud of. Sorry for making you wait so long and giving you this but it the best I could do right now. I promise the story will improve in later chapters.


Andy Barcay arrived at the Hackensack Cemetery. Cop cars and reporters still surrounded the area. When Andy tried to get a closer look at the grave he was stopped and told to leave the area by police. Like that would stop Andy. Andy scanned the area. Cops had surrounded all of the cemetery, he doubted Chucky would have stuck around long with all these cops. Andy sighed and got back into his car.

Painful memories flooded Andy's mind. His mother being taken away from him, Whitehearst being killed and images of all the lives Chucky had ended or ruined were suddenly fresh in his mind once again. These memories only fueled Andy's anger and his thirst for revenge. Chucky definitely wasn't there anymore but where could he be? Fuckin little shit could have mailed himself out of the country by now.

Andy pulled over his car and got out. He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Smoking had been a habit he had developed over the years. He smoked especially when anger or nervous, now he was a little bit of both. He lit the cigarette and began smoking. He didn't really feel like driving at the moment and he didn't have anywhere to stay. God, Chucky was fucking up his life again. Well this time he wouldn't let him.

Andy threw down the cigarette and turned around to his car. It was then a odd noise was heard. Human sound coming from the grass. Not talking but something else. Andy looked over to the grass, he couldn't see anything but grass. Then the sound started again. Andy looked harder. It couldn't be Chucky, could it? He got down on his knees and looked down into a patch of tall grass. Then something jumped out at him. He grabbed it but it still tried to push forward to Andy's face. Luckily for Andy he had the height advantage and was much stronger then what ever this thing is. He bashed it against the ground but it didn't stop so he bashed it against the ground again and it sopped moving. Andy held the thing high in the air and shook it to make sure it was out. It didn't move so he brought it closer. He looked at it with surprise and wonderment. It was another living doll, a baby one and it was still breathing.