Disclaimers are in the prologue.

What can I say, I lied. Lots of stuff has happened that made it impossible to finish this story before the end of April, so I guess I'll just say that it should be finished sometime this month. Anyway, read on.

Chucky charged forward. The others around him battled and this was his best opportunity. He targeted Pinhead and, before the demon could see him, he moved to strike. Pinhead was focused on the others and about to make his attack. Chucky could not see who Pinhead was going for, but he didn't want him interfering. He threw his small dagger and watched as it spun through the air and impaled Pinhead's right hand.

Pinhead only glanced down at his hand indifferently. He looked in Chucky's direction.

"Come on, dickhole!" Chucky yelled, pointing at him.

Pinhead removed the blade from his hand and tossed it to one side. He began to walk towards Chucky. From his each of Pinhead's fingertips sprouted a curved, rusty fishhook.

Chucky waited for Pinhead to approach and then ran between his legs as Pinhead swung his hand towards him. Pinhead whirled angrily.

Chucky had reached his knife, which he picked up. He turned back towards Pinhead in time to see a hooked chain flying directly toward him. He quickly jumped off to the side and the chain pierced a stone wall nearby.

Chucky jumped and dodged the chains expertly as more and more flew towards him. He jumped and ducked, unaware that Pinhead was moving ever closer to his position. Once he was in reaching distance, Pinhead swiped at Chucky with the hooks protruding from his fingertips. Chucky managed to dodge, but not before the hooks raked across his right arm. He cried out and looked at the damage, seeing blood ooze from the wounds.

"Maybe I'm in over my head," he mumbled as he scrambled to his feet. He looked up and saw Pinhead standing over him. Thinking quick, Chucky reached into the back of his pants and produced the Beretta he had gotten from the van's glove compartment.

Pinhead reached down, intending to slice the living doll to shreds, but was instead met with several bullets to his face. Chucky had just aimed and pulled the trigger until the gun was empty, and each bullet sent Pinhead back a few steps as blood erupted from the holes in his face.

Chucky laughed heartily as Pinhead's hands went to his injured face, or what was left of it. A moment later, he looked over and noticed Leatherface being overpowered by Michael Myers. He saw Michael raise a piece of broken iron pipe over Leatherface, who was on the ground underneath him. Thinking quick, he tossed the gun aside and ran up to them, brandishing his dagger. He quickly swiped the blade across the back of Michael's right calf.

Michael's hands went to his calf and his eyes traveled to where Chucky now stood. Chucky grinned and waved the knife in his direction. A few moments later, Chucky realized that Pinhead had recovered, but he was too late. One of those hooked chains flew threw the air and impaled Chucky through his right hand, causing him to drop the knife and scream in pain. The hooked end connected with a piece of concrete behind him, skewering Chucky to the spot. Pinhead approached him quickly. Most of his face had been blown off, but what was left looked pretty pissed.

Chucky's eyes widened as he realized he was stuck. As he tried to remove his hand from the chain, he wondered if there was any chance he could bargain his way out of this…

Author's Notes: Man, it's hard to think of ways for Chucky to fight someone. I mean, he's just so small. It was a tough decision whether to have him fight Pinhead or the Tall Man, and I figured that it would be more fun if he tried to go up against Pinhead. Of course, now he's in serious trouble…I wonder what will happen next. Anyway, there's a couple of great battles left, so don't go anywhere except to the next chapter.