That night, Andy was having a hard time falling asleep again. He loved his dear cat even though Rooney was a total douchebag. "I miss you Rooney. " Andy said to himself while he laid down in his bed. He tossed and turned since he couldn't get Rooney off his mind. He felt like crying himself to sleep. But before Andy knew it, he heard a familiar sound.
It was Rooney meowing. What? Rooney? Rooney was dead! How could he be back? Was his spirit somehow roaming around the apartment? Did cats have spirits? There's a saying that cats have 9 lives. So was Rooney back from the dead to live his second life?
Or was Andy just imagining things? Maybe his imagination was running wild! He quickly looked around his dark room. He decided to sit up and spotted Chucky standing in the corner with his glowing blue eyes. "Oh it's you!"
Chucky was playing Rooney's meows and then final yowls before his death.
"Oh no!" This was torture for Andy. He was already grieving the loss of his pet but now "little brother" had to rub it in! This time, he really wasn't going to get any sleep! He pulled his sheets over his head but that didn't do any good! He could still hear Rooney's final moments on repeat. How terrible! Andy felt like screaming! Andy felt like getting rid of Chucky! Should he get rid of him? He probably should! But then he had to consider what all his mom went through for him just to get the doll in the first place!
But if Karen only knew what all Chucky was putting Andy through day in and day out!