Chapter One: Prologue
Hello. So, this is my first story. Criticism is welcome, so long as we can keep things civil. Think that's about it, really. Let's go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Child's Play franchise... obviously. If I did then this would be an SPN episode, or a movie, and thus would be open to professional critics rightly telling me how much my writing sucks.
Prologue
2013
"You sure this is in our ballpark?"
"Not entirely, but you gotta admit, it's a little too weird to be all a coincidence."
Sam and Dean were in Chicago, waiting for Kevin to decode the second trial to close the gates of Hell. Not having anything else to do, they decided to look into possible cases, finding one. A couple of months ago, a local woman by the name of Nica Pierce supposedly murdered her whole family, except for her young niece Alice, and was put away to a mental institution after blaming the murders on a doll possessed by the soul of a serial killer.
On it's own, the story sounds completely insane. However, similar stories have been occurring every couple of years since 1988. Back in 88, serial killer Charles Lee Ray, the Lakeshore Strangler, was gunned down by the police after a chase that ended in a toy store. There, Ray had transferred his soul into a Good Guy doll, which ended up in the possession of a boy named Andy Barclay. The story goes that Ray wanted to use his new, inconspicuous body to get revenge on the people responsible for his death, before transferring his soul into Andy, getting a new lease on life. By the time everything was over, four people were dead, and Andy was saved by his mother and the detective who originally shot Ray. The murders were ultimately blamed on a copycat killer, and everyone who said otherwise was either too young to be believed or was committed. Ray, in life nicknamed Chucky, with the doll becoming more famous under that name, would terrorise Barclay twice more, in 1990 and 1998, according to the authorities, being the work of the same copycat killer, having become obsessed with Andy after failing to kill him originally.
Another killing spree would occur a couple of months later, unconnected to Barclay and happening in Niagara Falls and surrounding areas, ending in Ray's hometown of Hackensack, New Jersey, where his body was being exhumed after his fingerprints were found in connection to a murder. It also created another "urban myth", that Ray's old girlfriend and accomplice, Tiffany Valentine, also transferred her soul into a doll body, due to her being found to have died under mysterious circumstances around the same time as the murders, and the fact that spree ended at Ray's grave with two mutilated dolls, one a Good Guy and another a custom, blonde Wedding Belle, being found next to the dead body of a police officer.
Another rumoured killing spree possibly happened in Los Angeles in 2004, which surrounded the production of the movie Chucky Goes Psycho, and claimed the lives of rapper Redman, as well as several people in the inner circle of lead actress Jennifer Tilly. Ms. Tilly herself would then put these rumours to rest, when she claimed the responsible party was a 'crazed fan', and that the supposed sightings of the Chucky and Tiffany dolls were just caused by mass hysteria. Most theorists have accepted this explanation, though some still persist a cover up happened, not helped by Tilly's uncanny resemblance to Tiffany.
"I'm not saying it isn't, but come on, Sam. Chucky?" Dean asked, unsure of the case. "I think if not one, but two serial killers can just put their souls in random crap, we would have run into something like that by now."
"To be fair, you said the same thing about vampires and angels years ago, now we deal with both every other week." Sam responded.
"Yeah, isn't it weird how before we heard about vampires there wasn't a peep, and now it's like every town has at least one nest?" Dean asked rhetorically, to which Sam shrugged.
They were currently in Dean's treasured 1967 Chevrolet Impala, going to a particular house in downtown Chicago. They were going there to hopefully talk to Alice Pierce, who was in the care of her paternal grandmother after the deaths of her parents.
"You sure we have to talk to the kid?" Dean asked wearily. "Killer doll or not, she just lost her family."
"Well, we can't talk to Nica Pierce, the security at Lochmoor made that pretty clear, and that Barclay guy and his family are out of town. If we're gonna follow this case, it's the way to go." Sam answered him, though he himself wasn't entirely comfortable doing this. He would be happier speaking with the grandmother, but she wasn't present at the house where everything went down.
"Okay, but then you should probably let me do the talking."
"Why's that?"
"Well, no offense, but I think I have better luck with people than you."
"Oh, is that right?"
"Yeah. And besides, kids love me."
"I can be good with kids too."
"Adopting a dog out of guilt cause you ran it over doesn't count."
"You're never gonna let that go, are you?"
"Nope."
They continued in this way until they finally reached the house. They fished out their fake FBI credentials and rang the doorbell. While they were waiting for the answer, both of them could have sworn they heard a distinctly adult voice cursing inside, before finally, a little girl, who they recognised as Alice, opened the door, looking at them confusedly.
"Hi." Dean said with a smile on his face. "I'm Agent Jovi, this is my partner Agent Bon. We're with the FBI. Is your grandma home?"
"She's in the basement." Alice answered. "Is grandma in trouble for something?"
"No, we just want to ask her a couple of questions." Sam answered. "Can we come in?"
Alice moved aside to let them in. The brothers looked around the house a bit before stopping dead in their tracks when they got to the kitchen and noticed the small figure on the table. It was a Good Guy doll, exactly like they heard in the stories. They quickly regained their composure after Alice walked past them and to the table.
"Hey!" Dean said, putting on the act of not knowing anything. "I remember these from back in the 80s. Good Guys, right?"
Alice nodded cheerfully, as the doll mechanically turned its head towards Dean, startling him and Sam briefly when they saw its stitched up face, and then saying, in a synthetic, child-like voice "Hi, I'm Chucky! Wanna play?"
"What happened to its face?" Sam asked, to which Alice shrugged. "What were you doing?"
"Playing a game."
"What kind of game?" Dean asked this time.
"Something called Hide the Soul." She answered innocently, and the both the Winchesters' blood ran cold.
Before the thought process could go any further, all of them were scared out of their skin when an elderly woman with a plastic bag over her head shot up from behind a shelf, trying to take a breath, before collapsing back on the ground. Sam and Dean were startled, reaching for their guns instinctively. Alice screamed loudly, Sam quickly standing protectively in front of her. However what caught the two hunters' attention was the doll. It jumped slightly, even letting out a little yelp as it did.
All eyes turned to Chucky, as his face started changing and making an expression that shouldn't be possible for a normal doll. And then, he spoke. "Don't suppose you can pretend you didn't see anything, can you?" He asked rhetorically, as everyone else in the room stared at him in shock, while his eyes darted slightly towards something on the other side of the delivery box, which was presumably how he got to the house. "Yeah, thought as much."
"Chucky," Alice started, her voice shaking and eyes teary. "did you do this?"
Chucky snorted. "I don't know, genius. What do you think?"
"Why?" She asked, all the while the doll was slowly moving to the other side of the table.
"I'd say it's nothing personal, but that'd be a lie. Cause it's very personal."
Without warning, Sam dashed forward, trying to grab the killer doll, but Chucky quickly reached behind the delivery box, and grabbed a kitchen knife, slashing the younger Winchester across the hand.
Seeing his brother hurt, Dean threw caution to the wind and rushed Chucky as well, grabbing the knife-wielding hand, and wrestling the weapon out of the doll's grasp. In quick succession, Dean threw Chucky to the ground, took the knife into his own hands and got on top of him, all before the doll had time to react.
"Yeah. I wanna play." He said as he raised the knife above his head.
"Fuck you, you piece of...!" Chucky started, before being cut off by Dean plunging the knife into his heart, stabbing him multiple times, and not stopping to notice the human blood that was spilling out of the wounds until he was finished.
After making sure the job was finished, Dean quickly ran to his brother. "You okay?" he asked.
"Won't lose a finger if that's what you're asking." he replied sarcastically. Both then turned to the third person in the room and saw that she was crying.
Wordlessly, Dean went to the girl to try and comfort her, while Sam ran over to her grandma, checking for a pulse and finding nothing. He looked over at his brother and shook his head, a gesture that the latter understood.
"He said he was my friend!" Alice wept into Dean's shoulder, as he tried his best to help her.
"It's gonna be okay." he told her, even if he wasn't sure he believed it himself.
After taking Chucky's body to the Impala, the Winchesters placed an anonymous call to the police, and watched from a distance as they took Alice to the police station.
"You sure there's nothing we can do for her?" Sam asked, having just finished bandaging his hand.
"Let's look at it realistically, Sammy." Dean responded. "A doll that kills people and does frame jobs. Even I think that sounds crazy."
"An innocent woman is paying for a crime she didn't commit." Sam said, referring to Alice's aunt, Nica. "I know there probably isn't anything we can do, but it still doesn't sit right with me to just leave her to her fate."
Dean grimaced slightly at that. He felt the same way, but the fact remains that the only possible proof they had was rotting in the trunk of the car.
"I know what you mean, but right now we have bigger fish to fry." Dean said, causing his brother to look at him "Kevin called me. He said he should know what the next trial is in a day or two. Even if we could help here, I don't think 48 hours is a lot of time to do it."
This seemed to settle Sam, albeit reluctantly, as he agreed that closing the gates of Hell for good was definitely important. Though, there was still one thing left to take care of.
"What are we gonna do about the doll?"
Dean shrugged and said "I saw an empty trash can down the street?"
In a matter of minutes, the brothers reached said trash can, threw Chucky inside, doused him in gasoline and lit him on fire. Doing this helped set Dean's mind more at ease. This is what he and Sam did. They hunted things. They saved people. And they did save Alice. He felt sorry for her and her aunt, he really did, and he hoped that things would work out for them somehow, but right now, he and his brother needed to focus on the bigger picture.
They spent a few minutes standing there and watching the doll burn, before finally getting back into the car, thinking their job was done.
However, after they drove off, a red 1960 Pontiac Parisienne drove closer, having tailed the Impala since it left Alice's house. Out of the car stepped Tiffany Valentine, Chucky's bride, currently inhabiting the body of Jennifer Tilly. She took a fire extinguisher out of the trunk of her car and put out the still burning doll body. One of the few things Chucky and Tiffany truly agreed on was that they definitely needed a fire extinguisher handy on their "field trips", both having a bad experience with fire (now they only needed to find something to protect them from axes).
After putting the fire out entirely, and waiting for the trash can to cool, she picked up the charred doll from it. "Well hello, dolly."
She got back in her car, and drove back to her and Chucky's rented apartment in the city. Once there, she quickly got out the reserve Good Guy doll they had and got the everything ready to perform the soul transfer.
"Ade due Damballa! Give me the power I beg of you!"
The chant was quickly finished and, after a few moments, Chucky woke up in his new(-ish) body.
"So, what exactly happened in there?" Tiffany asked after a few moments.
"Oh, nothing." Chucky replied. "Two assholes signed their death warrants, that's all."
Done.
Just a heads up, Sam and Dean won't be appearing in the next chapter. Don't worry, it's the only such chapter in the story, and we'll see them again in chapter 3.
Another thing, the setting is slightly AU from Supernatural's side. In what ways will be made clear in chapter three, but know that Seasons 1-11 are canon, and the diverging point is the season 11 finale. The main plot of the fic takes place in 2017, the year Cult of Chucky takes place.
Anyway, if you happened to take time out of your day to read my crime against literature, thank you. I would also appreciate it if you could rate and review the story as well. Criticism is welcome and appreciated.
See you in the next chapter.