A/N: Welcome to another chapter in my Boys crossover series! I know I still have Penance And Redemption to finish, but I wanted to get this out before Chucky season 2 releases! So, here's my version of Chucky season 1.

So, there are a couple things I should mention here. For one, the events of the show will largely still be followed, except that I'm having Alice Pierce (Nica's niece) be the main character. She'll mostly be interacting with the kids from the show, although she's also the one who is the bridge between them and the OG characters (Andy, Kyle, Nica, Tiffany).

Speaking of, Andy Barclay, and maybe Kyle, will have more prominent roles. I get that they wanted to give the kids the spotlight in the tv show, but I wanted to see what happened to Andy after Cult.

Andy's backstory will largely be revealed via some flashbacks. I'm not giving Chucky any flashbacks because 1. they'd just be the same as in the show, and 2. the ones we got felt like filler, including when they introduced Tiffany and Charles meeting. The only one that actually fed into the narrative was the one where Tiff reveals she sold Charles out to Mike Norris the night he died.

Oh, and there will be a lot more legacy characters in here, in one way or another. One of my favorite shows on Netflix is Cobra Kai because they honor the legacy of the original Karate Kid films, and how they've brought in the original actors and actresses in to continue their storylines. Hell, I've recently heard they're bringing back Mike Barnes from the third film into season 5, and that's dope!

Finally, there will be a few cameos from the other Boys crossovers, but it won't be until very late. Like, think of my Resident Evil crossover, but even later. There will be some references to the larger world though.

Music: "Under His Spell" from Cult Of Chucky OST

Rhode Island

Four Years Ago

"Grandma, I'm home!"

Eight year old Alice Pierce entered her grandmother's house, quietly closing the door behind her and setting her backpack on the floor. She had been expecting a sweet, elderly voice to greet her, but all she got was the sound of the television set in the living room, playing a game show.

"Grandma?" Alice asked in confusion, walking over to the dining room. Grandma always greeted her after school. Sometimes she even had freshly baked cookies.

Where was she?

Pierce entered the dining room, looking around to see the table was bare. No cookies. Alice frowned slightly at that, but then she turned to look at a smaller, more metal table. The kids table, that's what Grandma called it. It was supposed to be for whenever Alice invited friends over to play, while her grandma cooked and cleaned.

Dumb name, considering that Alice didn't have friends.

Usually, that table would be empty, but today, a big rectangular box sat on it, complete with a US-X postal sticker on the side, and the top opened up to reveal packing paper coming out of it.

Did Grandma get something in the mail? Was that why she didn't answer?

Still curious at the whole ordeal, Alice turned around, hoping her grandmother was somewhere… and came face to face with a visage that made her jump back in fright.

Staring at her was what looked like a plastic face, with blackened scars lined all over. His red hair was more unkempt than she last saw it, and his red and blue clothes- a shirt and overalls- looked ripped in a couple areas, but she quickly got over her initial reaction.

"Chucky, you found me!" Alice grinned, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face.

The doll- Chucky, her friend from her aunt's house- grinned, while stretching his arms out.

"I told you I would!"

Alice smiled at her friend, but couldn't help but think of her grandmother.

"Where's grandma?"

"In the cellar." Chucky answered. This caused Alice to frown even more. The cellar?

"What's she doing down there?"

"Nothing." the doll shrugged. Normally, if Chucky had said that to anyone else, they would rightfully assume that he was lying. Luckily for him, Alice was only eight years old.

For some reason, seeing Chucky in front of her made Alice feel sick, as she remembered the events of what happened the night they became friends.

"Chucky, Mommy and Daddy are dead." she murmured, looking down. "And Aunty Nica killed them."

Alice shuddered, remembering that night. Sure, she and Chucky were playing hide and seek, but a police officer eventually found her and filled her in on what had happened. Her mother, father, and even her nanny Jill were gone. Apparently, while they were playing hide and seek, Nica had killed everyone else. But Chucky was still alive, she remembered thinking. Yes, he was too smart for her, she knew he couldn't be dead too.

"But I'm your friend till the end, Alice." Chucky protested. "And now, it's time to play."

"Hide and seek?" Alice asked hopefully.

"Hide the soul." Chucky shook his head, while pointing to her. "And guess what? You're it."

Alice pouted, as she began to fold her arms.

"Why do I always have to be it?" she complained.

"Because you're somebody that no one would ever suspect." Chucky grinned, making Alice smile at the compliment. "Now, close your eyes…"

Pierce shrugged, doing as instructed. Hide the soul? What kind of new game was that? Oh, but Chucky was back, and she wanted to play with him! She just hoped the game was fun!

"Ade due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you…"

Even though she was still smiling, Alice was wondering what Chucky was saying. Shouldn't he be counting, like normal hide and seek?

"Leveu mercier depou sholah, mortiseme lieu debois vochette…"

As Chucky continued chanting, Alice suddenly began to feel the light peeking through her eyelids begin to dim, while Chucky's silhouette in front of got bigger. It wasn't night time already, was it?

"Adaleigh boise boise Damballa, adaleigh boise boise Damballa…"

The light dimmed more, and more, as Alice felt as if she was getting dragged down… somewhere.

"Chucky?" Alice tried asking aloud. "Chucky, what's happening?"

Or at least, that's what she wanted to say. She couldn't hear herself speak. In fact, she couldn't feel her lips even move.

"Adaleigh boise boise Damballa, adaleigh boise boise Damballa!"

No. No, no, no, no, no! Was Chucky doing this? But he was her friend, right? Her friend till the end, he wouldn't do this! But then why was she sinking into this… this void?

"What are you doing to me Chucky?" Alice tried to shout. "Why are you doing this?"

Once again, her words seemed to be caught in her throat, as Chucky's voice grew to be a loud booming in her ears.

"Adaleigh boise boise Damballa, adaleigh boise boise Damballa!"

With one final yell, Chucky stopped speaking altogether, making Alice look around in fear. Everywhere she looked, it was an endless void. Like she was underwater, but unable to see in front of her. It was like she was floating, and she tried to look down to see if anything was beneath her. All she got was a silhouette of her hand, which moved slowly.

Fear spiked through Alice, as she looked up, resolving to do the only thing she could:

She screamed.

Present Day- 2017

Alice gasped awake, bolting forward… and being yanked back by the seatbelt that was buckling her in. Good thing too, or else she probably would've hit the windshield. Pierce breathed heavily, leaning back and pulled at her hair, yanking out a strand to stare at. Unfortunately, it was exactly how it looked for years now. Instead of the yellowish blonde hair she used to have when she was a little girl, it now had a red tint to it. Strawberry blonde, she thinks the color is called. It almost reminded her of Chucky's. Even when she tried dying it back to regular blonde, somehow it always came back.

"Hey. You okay?"

Alice looked to her left seeing an older woman with actual blonde hair looking at her, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near her lap. Pierce forced a smile, as she grabbed the older woman's hand.

Kyle was her name. Kyle Simpson, to be exact. They weren't related in any way, but Alice saw her like a second aunt. Mostly because of their shared trauma over being terrorized by Chucky. Hell, that's why Kyle took the last name Simpson in the first place. It wasn't hers, but it was the last name of her foster parents, whom Chucky murdered decades ago.

Funny how things turn out. A monster kills your entire family, and you get a new one.

"I'm fine. Thanks Kyle."

Kyle simply shook her head, even as Alice squeezed her hand.

"We both know you're lying." Simpson told her. "Come on, he's put all of us through hell. We know what it's like."

Alice huffed in irritation, and looked straight ahead.

"Hey, Alice." Kyle said softly. "You don't have to do this. You can just sit in the car."

"No." Alice shook her head. "I want to see him. Face him."

Simpson reluctantly nodded, as the vehicle pulled up to a large log cabin in the middle of a snowy landscape. Kyle put on a black beret hat, shut the car off and got out, prompting Alice to do the same, and walk up the porch steps. Already, the air began to nip at them both, to the point where Alice could see her breath, but that's okay. In a few minutes, they'd be inside, and Pierce knew how cozy it was. She'd already spent nights there for the past four years, and not too much changed.

Kyle opened the sliding glass door for them both, stepping inside and allowing the snow to melt off them almost instantaneously. The main room was large enough as is, having stuffed and mounted animals that had been hunted over the years, as well as an arsenal for a small army at the back. Directly in front of them was a table, and on that table was a plank of plywood, which had the severed head of Chucky, staring at them.

The doll looked the same as he did in her dream. Well, almost the same, on account for the massive hole in the left side of his head. That was courtesy of the man who owned this cabin; Andy Barclay, who made use of a shotgun when the doll tried to kill him. But aside from that, he still had the scars on his face. The unkempt ginger hair too. But how he was still alive, well… Alice had left that up for imagination.

"Kyle?" Chucky's eye widened, seeing the blonde woman. But what made him gawk even more was the girl who stood right next to Simpson.

"Alice?"

"Andy sent us." Kyle grinned smugly, pulling out a pair of pliers.

"We're going to have some fun."

Chucky's one eye widened, as both women got closer, while Pierce pulled out a small pocket knife.

"Fuck you!" the head screamed, just as Alice used her knife to pry his mouth open. With his teeth exposed, Kyle jammed the pliers inside, rooting around for a bit, before ripping out a tooth.

"Fuck you!" Chucky repeated, spitting out blood. "Fuck you fucking cunts!"

Alice rolled her eyes, wiping the blood off her cheek. She was used to it by now, having blood on her in one form or another.

"Yeah, yeah. Fuck you too."

One Week Later

Andy Barclay sat at a computer in Harrogate Institute, scrolling through Ebay. It had been about a week since he showed up at the institute to stop Chucky and save his latest would be victim Nica Pierce, but he failed. Chucky suceeded in possessing Nica's body, before locking him in a cell and escaped. Now, because the guards had found out what he did- or rather, what Chucky framed him for- they had upped their security. It was a miracle he was able to get his hands on a computer, but the guards were mainly watching the entrances and exits. A few would patrol around the recreational room, but that wouldn't be for a while.

Maybe.

Barclay grimaced, as he kept scrolling through Ebay, hoping to find something-

There. The image of a Good Guy doll, labelled retro, was recently put up for sale, with a price tag of fifteen-hundred dollars. Money wouldn't be an issue, not after he got out of here, but he had a sinking feeling about the product itself.

With one last look around, Andy quickly signed into his email account and contacted the address given on the product's user, named Jake Wheeler, leaving a simple message.

Very interested in your doll. Can we talk?

Barclay began to sit back, considering just getting up and going back to bed, when-

Sure. My number is (201) 555-1988.

Andy raised an eyebrow. That was quick.

"Okay…" Andy murmured, fidgeting a bit with his short beard, while he leaned across the desk and picked up the phone. Hell of a thing, being at Harrogate. Before he and Chucky showed up, the security was almost non existent, and the patients even got to use computers and phones… provided they were on good behavior.

Barclay snorted at his train of thought, before dialling the number. After a few seconds of ringing, he heard a young man's voice.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, I'm calling about the doll." Andy said, skipping straight to business.

"Well, that was fast."

"What condition is he in?" Barclay asked, ignoring the previous comment.

"Uh, he's good. Really good. Mint, actually."

Andy furrowed his brow. Good Guy dolls weren't usually kept in that good condition. Unless this was one of Hot Topic's relaunches.

"Is he there with you?"

"No? He's sort of in storage right now."

"Is his name Chucky?"

Moment of truth.

"Uh… yeah. As a matter of fact, it is. How'd you know?"

Andy cursed. So most likely, Jake, if that was his name, had the doll.

"Listen, I know this is going to sound strange, but has anything weird happened lately? I mean, with Chucky?"

"Well, this whole conversation's been pretty weird."

"Be very careful with that doll." Andy told him. "Understand?"

Barclay rubbed his eyes, thinking back to how his mother, Karen, found out Chucky was alive. How he had checked, when he moved to that foster home and met Kyle.

"Have you checked his batteries?"

"What? What are you talking about-"

Andy heard footsteps behind him, causing him to quickly stand up.

"Wait, hold on." Barclay ordered, about to hang up. "Hello? Someone there?"

Before he could move, Andy felt a sharp pain slice the back of his foot, causing him to tumble forward and lose his grip on the phone. Barclay groaned, falling to the floor, but looked back to see a doll with dirt and grime on its face, his ginger hair a wild mess, and a single arm holding onto a scalpel.

"Well, you're finally nutting up!" Chucky roared with laughter. "Do you know how hard that was, playing dead for a straight week? Having to constantly wait for all the guards to fuck off?"

Andy grumbled in annoyance, wishing he had been more observant that there was still a doll here. Too late to dwell on that, as Chucky jumped towards him, preparing to stab him through the heart. Thinking quickly, Barclay kicked out with his good leg, catching the doll in the face and knocking him across the room. As the pint sized killer landed on the ground, Andy got up, almost hopping towards him, and planted his foot on Chucky's chest, while he raised his fist.

"Where are you?" Andy growled, kneeling down and inching his hand closer. "I saw an ad on Ebay. Where the fuck are you?"

"I don't know, they don't tell me shit!" Chucky giggled. "What, you think we all share some collective consciousness, like that robot Ultron?"

Andy frowned, taken aback by what he said. In truth, he did think that if Chucky could split his soul through multiple dolls, they would act like a hive mind system, very much similar to that rogue AI the Avengers faced a couple years ago. But if he really didn't know where the other one was, or at least was refusing to tell him…

Then he had no use for the doll.

Andy roared in anger, bringing his fist down, again and again, as Chucky's face split open, coating his knuckles in blood. As he kept punching and punching, Barclay began seeing red, until Chucky's face suddenly morphed into a man holding an AK-47, wearing a black cloth over his face and normal clothes. The image was enough to make Andy stop, stepping backwards in shock, and the man faded away, replaced by the body of Chucky, his head smashed to a pulp.

Barclay shuddered at the memory, breathing deeply, and looked at the phone. He still had to warn someone about Chucky. With one final gulp, the man limped back over to the phone, quickly dialling a number.

"Kyle, are you there?" Andy said rapidly. "Listen, I think another one of those dolls is in New Jersey! I was just on the phone with his last owner and his phone's area code was 201. I don't know when I'll have the chance to get out of there, so I need you to-"

Andy suddenly yelped in pain, feeling a stab in the side of his neck. He suddenly felt lightheaded, and fell to the floor, looking up to see one of Harrogate's guards standing over him. A slow glance towards the remains of the doll suggested that the guard didn't see him.

"God dammit…" Andy murmured, before the sedative took full effect, and his vision was overtaken in darkness.

Alice cleaned the blood off her hands, looking in the bathroom mirror at herself. God, she hated how her hair still had those red tints to on otherwise blonde head. The dye must have worn off. She should really look at it the first chance she got.

"Andy, what? Are you there?"

Pierce's eyes suddenly darted out towards the bathroom door, hearing Kyle's frantic voice. Andy called her? How? As far as she knew, he was still at Harrogate, the same place that her Aunt Nica was.

Oh God, did something happen?

The worry finally overtaking her, Alice bolted out of the bathroom, seeing Kyle holding a phone.

"Is Andy there?" Pierce demanded, swiping the phone away. "Andy? Andy!"

All she got for her trouble was static, as Kyle gently took the phone back.

"I don't know what happened, but he was forced to end the call." Simpson guessed. "But he told me that Chucky might be in New Jersey."

Alice slowly nodded, looking at the head on the table. Before he went to Harrogate, Andy had called her and Kyle to come here. On the way, he told them that Chucky must have learned a new voodoo incantation, one where he could split his soul into multiple pieces, and control more than one body. How he found out one of the dolls was in New Jersey was beyond them, but if he was there…

"We need to get him out." Kyle decided, making her way towards the door. "Then we'll go after Chucky."

Alice shook her head, trying to think of a solution. If they went after Andy first, more people could die. So…

"Let me go." Pierce suggested, looking up at Simpson. "You guys still have that vacation home, right?"

Kyle nodded, but narrowed her eyes.

"You? Chucky could kill you."

"I'll be fine." Alice smirked. "You and Andy taught me how to deal with that fucker."

"Oh yeah?" the Chucky head sneered. "Yeah right! You'll just need Andy or Kyle to save your ass, you little shit!"

Alice's anger flared, as she suddenly lashed out, punching the head off the table. As it began rolling along the floor, she stopped it with her foot, before pressing down.

"Hey, wait, wait-"

Despite Chucky's pleas, Alice continued applying pressure to her foot, slowly crushing the head, until her limb splattered through his skull and into the floor.

"See?" Pierce grinned, looking up at Kyle, while kicking the head off her foot like it was a soccer ball. "I can handle myself."

Simpson's eyes softened, before she slowly nodded her head.

"Okay. It's a long drive, so I'll take you there."

"Thanks Aunt Kyle." Alice smiled, intentionally adding the 'aunt' title. Taking the bait, Kyle smiled back, as she led the girl out to the car, watching her climb into the passenger seat. Once she entered the driver's side, Simpson took off her cap, looking back at Pierce.

"Do you even know where to look for him?"

"Sure." Alice shrugged, remembering when she read up on Chucky. Or more importantly, his life before, as Charles Lee Ray. The Lakeshore Strangler, who carved his way through the states back in the eighties, was originally from New Jersey. But there was one specific town that he was born in, and it was the same one he was buried in, despite being shot down by the police at a toy store in Chicago.

"Hackensack."

Hackensack, New Jersey

The next day, Kyle and Alice walked through the doors of Perry Middle School, almost marching to the principal's office. They originally planned on getting the teenager registered for classes earlier, but they didn't take into account how tired they were when they arrived at Hackensack, at an early four in the morning. The consequences of stopping on the road for bathroom breaks only.

Looking for the doll would be hard. But, given Chucky's track record of being around children, the best chances of finding him would be at a school. Sure, he like to hang around younger kids- both Andy and Alice can attest to that- but then, it would look odd if Pierce was the only teenager who wasn't attending school.

That's why Alice and Kyle were here now, filling out paperwork for Principal Mcvey. The woman, another blonde, looked nice enough, as she fiddled with her pen, handing them a set of papers. Name, address, phone number, legal guardian, all that official bullshit. The only thing Alice was glad for was that she and Kyle made it to the "vacation home" first. It was a simple house really, almost similar to the one that her Aunt Nica had in Rhode Island, if it was on the outskirts of the town.

God, she hoped her aunt was okay…

"All done." Kyle muttered, shifting the papers back to Principal Mcvey. The older woman looked from Simpson to Pierce, before standing up, smiling at the younger.

"Welcome to Perry Middle School." Mcvey announced. "I know that you'll love it here, and just in time, we're having a talent show tonight at six!"

"Talent show?" Alice raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yes! It'll be a great way to get acquainted with classmates before you officially start classes!" the principal smiled wider. Alice tilted her head in thought, already feeling the gears in her head turning. If she can get acquainted with other students, as Mcvey just said… then maybe she'll be able to figure out if one of them has Chucky.

Kyle must have been thinking the same thing, because she stood up and said, "I think that's a great idea! I'll be a bit busy, heading out of town to help a friend, but can you record it for me Alice?"

Pierce stifled a laughter, knowing half of what Simpson said was true, and nodded.

"Sure thing, Aunt Kyle."

Kyle beamed, as the older women shook hands, before she and Alice exited the office, walking out of the school and back towards the car.

"Leaving so soon?" Pierce asked.

"Yeah. Someone's gotta figure out how to get Andy out." Kyle told her, stepping into the vehicle and starting the engine. "Just call us if anything gets out of hand, okay?"

Alice grimaced, folding her arms. Why did she have to call them? Why did they keep treating her like she was six years old? Why couldn't they trust her to handle Chucky on her own?

"Alice!" Kyle raised her voice, snapping the girl out of her thoughts. "You call us, okay?"

Reluctantly, Alice nodded, murmuring out a dejected "yes". Satisfied with the answer, Kyle started the car, and with one last look, she began driving back to Rhode Island, leaving Alice alone in the school parking lot. With a deflated sigh, she began walking back towards the house that Andy bought, while pulling out her phone.

Andy found out that Chucky was going to be sold by a user on Ebay, right? So maybe it was still up.

Using her hand as a visor from the sun, Alice opened up her Ebay merchant's app, searching for Chucky doll sales in the last twenty four hours Interestingly, the first one that came up was listed as costing fifteen hundred, with the seller being one Jake Wheeler. The timestamp even listed yesterday at around nine AM, just twelve hours after Andy had called Kyle.

Whoever this Jake was, he had to be the one to have Chucky. Unfortunately, there was no picture that accompanied the name. So for now, all she could do was wait a few more hours until the talent show started. And with nowhere else to go, she began walking home.

The walk home surprisingly didn't take too long, despite the house technically being outside of the neighborhood. Just a few streets down, take a left, and she found herself facing a two story house, not including a basement. The house itself looked rather plain, just painted white on the outside, but she called it home. A small turn of her head cast her eyes towards a garage, which, if she wasn't mistaken, should house a 2013 black Ford Fusion.

Fuck yes. She's spent a few nights there before in the past, and as long as Andy and Kyle didn't rearrange, she should know exactly where everything was. Alice smirked to herself, walking up the porch and unlocking the door with a key under the mat, before stepping inside.

The interior of the house was unremarkable, but looks could be deceiving. A kitchen and dining room was to her left, the living room to her right. The room itself just contained a fireplace, mantle, and coffee table, with two antique muskets resting on the wall. The only piece of memorabilia that even remotely reminded her of Andy's cabin in Rhode Island. Directly in front of the door was a staircase, which led to two bedrooms that had a bathroom in each. And downstairs…

Alice grinned, as she crossed to the kitchen towards a door that led downstairs. She eagerly descended the steps, flipping on a light as she did so, and watched as the bottom floor was illuminated to reveal several booths lined up, with panes of glass separating them. Just beyond them was yards and yards of space, ending with paper targets hanging on metal frames. Pierce looked to the side, seeing a rack with an assortment of rifles, and a table littered with pistols and ammo. Alice checked her watch, seeing it read 2:37. So she still had a few more hours.

Perfect.

The girl crossed the range to the weapon rack and selected a Glock 26 pistol, sliding a magazine in. The weapon was a bit clunky, just being two blocks of steel welded together, but Alice liked it. Besides, the cold grip in her hand felt nice.

After placing noise cancelling buds in her ears and protective glasses over her eyes, Alice turned back to the range, about to shoot… when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a picture laying on the table. She tilted her head to get a better look of it, noticing the photo was that of several men and women in military camo uniforms. Andy was in the picture, being just to the left of the center, which was taken up by a man with white hair and square jawline. To Andy's right was another man with black hair, and above him were two African American men, both having buzzcuts. To their left were two women, one having long black hair, the other being a curly ginger, and below them was a man with slicked black hair and a beard to match. The man in question stood on the white haired man's left, and to his right was another man with short blonde hair.

Alice knew every single one of them, having met them at various points in the last four years. Andy wasn't the only one who trained her in using firearms, or close quarters combat, for that matter. That's why she always affectionately referred to them as uncles, aunts, or in the white haired man's case, grandfather.

Pierce let out a small smile, lightly touching the photograph.

"Don't worry, guys. I'll make you proud."

With one last look at the photo, Alice turned back to the shooting range, lined up her shot, and squeezed the trigger.

Bang.

6:00 PM

Alice shifted in her seat in the school's auditorium, while listening to the kid up on stage playing piano. Not that he was any bad, but he was the second to last person to come up and perform. Whatsmore, she still had no idea who Jake Wheeler was.

Eventually, the kid playing the piano- Devon, she thinks his name was- stopped his solo, turned to the audience, and bowed. The crowd of people, including Alice, erupted with applause, but for the latter, she felt partially obligated to. Once the clapping ended, Devon walked back to his seat, while Principal Mcvey walked out on stage, followed by a woman with dark red hair.

"Wonderful performance, Devon!" Mcvey congratulated. "And for our last act, we have the mayor's own daughter, Lexi Cross, doing her own standup routine!"

Alice's eyes narrowed, catching a glimpse of the woman with red hair. It was redder than her's, and if what Andy and Kyle had told her was right…

The two older women walked off stage as quickly as they appeared, just as a girl with blonde hair took their place, wearing some kind of multicolored sequin dress.

"Wow Devon, that song was beautiful!" the girl grinned. "Did you play that for anyone?"

"Just you, Lexi." Devon called out from his seat.

"I think you're lying." Lexi giggled in a sing song voice, before looking outward. "Okay, okay, I'm seeing some familiar faces in the crowd. Oh, hello Mom! Hey Dad!"

A spotlight suddenly flipped on, shining a light on three people: an older blonde with a blue dress on, a man next to her with curly white hair and a suit, and a little girl who was playing with her hands.

"Hello, brat." Lexi grinned, making everyone laugh, while she looked around. "Oh, and I think I see Devon's mom! Missus Evans, you must be so proud of your son!"

Alice looked a few seats away from her, seeing a woman with dark brown hair, widening her eyes slightly.

"Oh, uh, yes!" Evans suddenly exclaimed, apparently taken aback. "Yes, I am."

Lexi grinned as the crowd awed, before she twisted her gaze across the aisle.

"And is that Jake Wheeler? Sitting right across from you?"

The spotlight left Miss Evans, and Alice followed the beam, seeing it hit a boy with curly black hair, wearing a dark jacket and a necklace with a tiny doll's head attached to it.

So that was Jake Wheeler. Alice breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this search wouldn't be so hard after all.

"Hey Jake! Enjoying the show?" Lexi asked innocently, waiting for other students to stop calling him a loser.

"Uh… yeah." Jake lied, squirming in his seat from how uncomfortable he was getting.

"Well what did you think of Devon?" Lexi prodded.

"It… it was good." Jake shrugged.

"Just 'good'?" Lexi snorted. "Come on, Jake, don't be shy! Now's your chance to tell Devon and his mom what you really think."

Music: Child's Play 2 Main Theme

Alice narrowed her eyes at Lexi, realizing what was happening. If this was her idea of a roast, it had already gone too far-

"Hey Lexi! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!"

Pierce's blood suddenly chilled in her veins, and her heart stop. That voice, that terrible voice…

But I'm your friend till the end, Alice. And now, it's time to play.

Hearing his voice made her begin to breathe rapidly, as she felt herself seize up. Maybe Kyle was right, she couldn't handle this-

No. No, she could handle it. She just had to remember what Andy taught her.

Deep breaths. In… and out. In… and out.

Slowly, Alice calmed down with her controlled breathing, before she looked over to the other side of the auditorium, seeing Jake look over his shoulder.

"Who is that?" Lexi asked, trying to pinpoint who was talking.

"A little help here, Jake?"

Alice watched, as Wheeler slowly stood up, reached at the seat behind him, and pulled him up for everyone to see. Pierce's eyes widened, he looked brand new. Same ginger hair. Same blue and red shirt with blue overalls. There wasn't even a single scar on him.

Jake held the doll close to his ear, and after giving a small nod, he turned around, and made his way towards the stage.

"No." Alice murmured. "Don't do it. Don't you fucking listen to him."

Wheeler finally made it onto the stage, moving past Lexi- despite her asking "what are you doing?"- and moved the doll towards the microphone, which began to speak.

"Hi, I'm Chucky! And I'm your friend till the end!" Chucky boasted, moving his mouth as if he was still a doll. "You get that now, right Jake?"

Wheeler quickly gave a short nod, followed by a speedy "yes".

"Now, I said 'friend', Jake. Nothing more." Chucky continued. "Not that there's anything wrong with that!"

The crowd erupted in a fit of giggles, except for Alice. She probably would've laughed, if she didn't know who- or what- Chucky really was.

"Hey, what's this?" Chucky asked, lifting up a phone covered in glitter. "Look what I've got!"

"My phone!" Lexi gasped, running forward. She was about to snatch the device away, when Chucky turned toward her, releasing a sneer that Alice hadn't seen in a while.

"BOO!"

Lexi screamed in shock, backing away, while Chucky began scrolling through the phone.

"Huh. Lots of pics of Junior… lots of pics of Oliver too." Chucky listed off, causing everyone to laugh.

"Uh oh! Guess that was a secret!" Chucky cackled. "But we all have our secrets, don't we? Right, Bree?"

Alice looked over towards the other side of the aisle, seeing a woman in dark hair and a black and white dress looking uncomfortable, while a man in a blue shirt- most likely her husband- looked at her in surprise.

"Hey, it's nice to see have so many fans!" Chucky bragged, making Alice look back on stage. Her eyes suddenly widened, as the doll was now staring right at her.

"Some of you even came from out of town just to see little ole' me! Like my good friend Alice!"

Pierce felt her body stiffen again, and she quickly began deploying the breathing techniques Andy had taught her. In, out. In, out. In, out.

"You know, she was my friend till the end too, Jake! Shame she wasn't any fun to play with anymore!"

Once she regained control of herself, Alice's eyes hardened, preparing to flip the doll off right then and there, but he had already gone back to scrolling through Lexi's phone.

"So here's Lexi's search history!" Chucky announced, and Alice could just hear his grin from where she sat. "Apparently she's botox curious! She's into Pokemon porn… and look what she keeps googling!"

The doll looked towards Jake, causing him to stare at the phone himself.

"Why… why do my farts smell so good?"

That last comment made the entire auditorium burst with laughter, but Chucky's grating cackle trumped them all. Even when Lexi grabbed her phone back and angrily stormed off, he continued laughing, as he looked out across the sea of people.

"It's contagious, isn't it? Laughing at people. Well guess what, dickheads? The joke's on you this time!" Chucky laughed, as Principal Mcvey suddenly marched up and led Jake away.

"You're all a bunch of fucking assholes! I'm outta here!" Chucky yelled, just before he and Jake exited stage right. The rest of the crowd was applauding and cheering the doll on, but Alice simply sat there, stewing in what she just learned.

Jake Wheeler went to this school. He had Chucky, and the doll was clearly manipulating him. And there was a chance that he had an ally in Hackensack. But there was something even worse that she just discovered.

Chucky knew that Alice herself was here.

After the talent show, Alice had quickly run back home and bolted up the stairs, slamming one of the bedroom doors and sinking to the floor. The dam finally broke, and she began hyperventilating, thinking about what transpired just minutes ago.

Chucky knew she was in Hackensack. He had already gotten his hooks in someone. It was only a matter of time before he'd find out about Andy and Kyle. After all, how come he didn't show any shock to the fact that she was still alive and not under his control?

But his face… and that laugh… Alice shuddered on the floor. She wanted to curl up in a ball at that moment, forget about all the trauma-

Alice suddenly noticed the light glint in her peripheral vision, and she glanced over to the bed's nightstand, seeing a photograph of herself, Andy, and Kyle. The photo was taken just last year at their cabin, in the style of a family portrait. If not for her now red hair, anyone looking at the image would assume she was their daughter- an adopted one, maybe.

The photo made Pierce calm down slightly, as she stood up and walked over to the stand, picking up the frame and tracing the faces with her finger.

She couldn't afford to be weak. She had to be strong right now. If not for herself, then for Andy. For Kyle. For Nica…

Alice suddenly noticed a faint light flashing on and off, and she turned her head, noticing that it was coming from the bedroom window. Wearing a confused frown, she walked over to the glass and looked outside, seeing a neighborhood house in the distance had every light flickering on and off.

What the hell?

Realizing that something seemed off, Alice quickly made her way to the drawer and pulled out a set of small binoculars, eyeing them with mirth. Andy and Kyle always joked about how it was weird to keep those where her clothes were, but it was her bedroom. She could have whatever she wanted in them.

Alice rushed back to the bedroom window, just in time to see the lights flicker back on for good. Several minutes later, an ambulance and police vehicle drove up to the house, and a woman with curly brown hair got out.

Missus Evans, Devon's mom, and Alice put two and two together. Now Officer Evans, she supposed, while her partner, a man with black hair and a tan trench coat, stepped out as well, while paramedics rushed inside with a stretcher. A few minutes after that, the stretcher was pulled out with a full bodybag, and another vehicle came up to the house, with a man having short hair and stubble getting out. Alice remembered him, having seen him at the talent show. He was next to that woman Chucky called out, Bree. Were they related?

Eventually, a kid with curly black hair walked out, having a distraught look on his face. In his hands was Chucky, who simply took on his usual doll appearance, as he sauntered into the man's car.

Alice lowered the binoculars, as her mind connected the dots. Chucky just killed one of Jake's parents, maybe the father, and was now going to live with Bree and her husband. Maybe they were related, maybe they weren't. But what mattered right now was the fact that Chucky's already started killing, and she needed to come up with a plan to stop him before he carved a bloody path through Hackensack.

"Fuck."

The moment Jake was alone in his new bedroom, he picked up Chucky and held him at eye level.

"Talk to me, dammit!" Jake yelled, shaking the doll. "If you don't make me talk, I'll make you-"

Chucky's hand suddenly lashed out, slapping the teenager in the face and forcing him to get dropped to the ground. Wheeler backed away in fear, as the doll slowly stood back up.

"Hi, I'm Chucky. And I'm you're friend, till the end." the ginger smirked, using his real voice- the same one he used at the talent show. "Hi-dee-fucking-ho. Ha, ha, ha…"

"Holy shit!" Jake widened his eyes. "You… you killed him!"

"No shit!" Chucky grinned. "What did you think I'd do, give him a hug? I gave him what he deserved. We gave him what he deserved."

"I didn't want him dead!" Jake protested. "He wasn't always like that! It wasn't until Mom died when he started drinking!"

"Kid, I know an asshole when I see one." Chucky shrugged. "Oh, shit. You're talking about your daddy? I was meaning the fucking cat!"

Jake's heart sank, realizing that the doll killed his cat earlier that morning.

"You really are Charles Lee Ray."

"Ding ding ding." Chucky smirked, holding his arms out wide. "But… my friends call me Chucky."

"Friends… like that new girl Alice?" Jake inquired. The ginger grinned wider, while tilting his head.

"Eh, something like that." Chucky shrugged, as he pulled a knife out of his overalls.

"But time enough for that. Let's talk about that cunt Lexi."

Rhode Island

Andy groggily opened his eyes, looking around to find himself in a pristine white cell. If he was correct, it was the exact same cell he was put in when he arrived at Harrogate Institute last week. He might even be able to see the bloodstains of the Chucky doll he destroyed in here, if he looked hard enough.

Barclay was about to sit up, when he realized that… he just couldn't.

"What the fuck?" Andy asked, straining himself. Why couldn't he move.

"Surprise!"

Andy snapped his head to the side, seeing a familiar doll with red hair walking towards him.

"Did you miss me, Andy?" Chucky cackled. "I sure missed you!"

No. No, no, no, no, no-

"I told you, we were gonna be friends till the end, and now, it's time to play!" Chucky smirked, while Andy struggled to get up. Why couldn't he move?

"I got a new game, sport!" the doll grinned, jumping onto Barclay's chest. "It's called 'hide the soul'! And guess what: you're it!"

Andy continued struggling, as Chucky placed his hand over his head.

"Ade due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you-"

Andy gasped awake, quickly sitting up to find that he was still in that padded white cell. No doll was with him this time though. Guess there really was a silver lining to everything.

But that nightmare… Andy felt his heart sink into his stomach, as he could still hear Chucky's maniacal laugh.

"God dammit…"

A/N: Well, there's the first chapter! Hope you all liked it!

So a few things: now that Alice is in Hackensack, there will be more scenes directly taken from the show. But we will cut back to Andy every now and then. I think the creator of the franchise said that Andy has PTSD from Chucky, but we've never fully seen that, aside from Child's Play 3. I'd think that for a horror series that tackles a lot of serious issues, having post traumatic stress and possibly survivor's guilt would be near the top of any horror film. So Andy's whole arc in this story will be about him wrestling with that trauma, both from Chucky, and from his years of service in the military.

There will be a few twists that will be revealed in the coming chapters, particularly involving Alice. I still don't believe that the character is dead in the actual movies and show, because the only ones who said she was were Chucky and Tiffany. Why would anyone, especially Nica, be inclined to believe a word they say?

Lastly, like I said in the beginning, there will be some name drops and mentions of characters and events from my Boys crossover series. This is technically a prequel though, so expect them to just be related to pre-Infinity War in the timeline.

Oh, and thanks to the user Gussygus for helping me on some ideas. It's been fun.

Until next time, everyone.