A/N: Alright, here's another chapter! We'll be seeing a few more familiar faces, and some new plot threads.
As much as Alice wanted to have barged into the ICU and take Chucky out of there, she and the rest of the teenagers were pushed to the side by the doctors and nurses to tend not only to Caroline, but to remove the body of Detective Peyton. By the time she could see what was going on, Caroline was being wheeled out towards a standard hospital room, but the doll was no longer on the counter.
"What the hell?" Alice frowned, as she, Lexi, Jake, and Devon began searching around the ICU. "Where the fuck did he go?"
Lexi looked back at Caroline's bed being wheeled down the hall, seeing her parents right behind her.
"I think he's with them." Cross gasped. Alice's mouth formed into a grim line, as the two girls quickly ran down the halls, only to be stopped by Detective Evans.
"Going somewhere?" Kim frowned. "I still need you two for questioning."
Alice rolled her eyes, as the detective led her into an empty room.
"Sit." Evans ordered, and Pierce did as told.
"Look, I'm sorry that your partner died, but I had no involvement-"
"We both no that's not entirely true." Kim interrupted. "But no, I do know that you didn't kill him. I know that none of you did either."
Alice frowned, staring up at the detective in confusion.
"So why question us?"
"Same reason I questioned Jake." Evans told her. "Miss Pierce, after the Halloween party, I took the liberty of researching who you are."
Pierce shifted the weight from foot to foot, while her hands gripped the chair.
"You looked me up?"
"I make it a point to find everything I can on people who get close to my son." Kim told her. "I read about your aunt. Nica, isn't it? How she was convicted for killing her family- your parents- and sent to Lochmoor, then Harrogate."
Alice's eyes narrowed, and she stood up.
"You better choose your next words carefully."
In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to mouth off to a cop, but then again, her time with Andy made her a bit of a hothead. Especially when it came to mentions of her family. For her part, Evans leaned back in her chair, seemingly unfazed.
"I'm on your side, Alice. I think your aunt was right."
"About what?"
"About Chucky." Kim spelled it out. "That's who she blamed for the murders, correct? That same doll who has been showing up to every crime scene in the last week, who sat directly above my partner's corpse."
Alice relaxed slightly, but didn't sit back down.
"So why did you call me in?"
"To tell you I can help you." Evans implored. "If the doll really is alive, we can work together."
Alice shook her head, turning away.
"No. I can't let anyone else get hurt."
Pierce began walking away, when Kim called back out to her.
"Send Lexi in. I'll need to talk with her as well."
Alice rolled her eyes, but nevertheless walked out to see Lexi, where she nudged her head towards the door.
Music: "Thanks For Asking" by Five Finger Death Punch
Andy crossed his arms over his chest, trying his best to fight off the cold. Just up ahead was the gas station that Kyle was supposed to meet him at, but unfortunately, the cold was starting to get to him. Guess that "V" in his system only made him stronger, not warmer.
Barclay shuddered, as he got closer, and closer…
The escaped inmate suddenly collapsed due to the temperature, making him grit his teeth. Damn. It really was colder than he expected. So much so, he might've actually underestimated how bad it would be-
He heard a truck suddenly pull up not too far away from him, followed by a car door slamming, and a familiar voice.
"Oh my god, Andy!"
Andy looked up, seeing Kyle rush towards him and grab his arms, pulling him up.
"What were you thinking, coming out here in the cold?" she chastised.
"Sorry mom." Andy muttered. "The asylum didn't exactly have a few I could borrow, and I was more concerned about getting the fuck out."
Kyle shook her head, as she led Andy towards her car.
"Okay, we gotta go to Jersey and help Alice-"
"Not yet." Andy interrupted, holding up the bag of V.
"What is that?" Kyle frowned, eyeing the liquid.
"That's what I'm going to figure out." Barclay told her. "Take us to Chicago. I need to speak with Mike."
Alice waited in the hallway with Jake and Devon, impatiently tapping her foot. After Detective Evans' brief questioning, Lexi went back to her family, with the other kids waiting outside.
"She's taking too long." Pierce murmured, looking in the direction of Caroline's room.
"I'd imagine her parents are there." Jake shrugged. "Not to mention Caroline thinks Chucky's her best friend."
Alice sighed, looking back to see Wheeler and Devon- who was eyeing them curiously.
"What is it?" Pierce raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing. I just…" Devon looked down. "I didn't know you guys were a thing."
"What?" Jake raised his eyebrows, looking at Alice. "That's not… it's not like that-"
"It's okay, Jake. I get it." Devon told him. "I remember what happened at Oliver's party, when you guys were put in the closet-"
"We didn't do anything." Alice revealed. "I… I panicked in there, but Jake helped me get through it."
Devon tilted his head in curiosity, as Alice continued.
"We're not a thing, if that's what you think. We're just… friends."
Before anyone could say anything else, Lexi ran out of the hospital room, bolting down the halls.
"Follow me!"
Alice, Jake, and Devon charged after Lexi, running down to the basement floor and into an open chamber, where a large dumpster full of trash and needles were waiting for them.
"Oh… fuck." Lexi wrinkled her nose. "Is there any chance he might've burned to death?"
All that statement got was an eyeroll from Alice, who proceeded to walk towards the dumpster.
"He's gotta be in there." she murmured, pulling out her knife. "Come on."
"Uh, no." Lexi shook her head. "That's disgusting! There's probably at least seven diseases in there."
"Spoken like a true blue blood." Pierce shot back.
"I'll help." Jake volunteered. "We're in this together."
Alice nodded in thanks, as she pulled herself up and climbed into the dumpster, with Jake standing on a bucket and grabbing a large broom. On the other side, Devon grabbed two sets of gloves, giving one to Lexi.
"Ready?" Pierce asked everyone. The other teenagers nodded, and Jake and Alice began thrusting their arms in, searching for the doll.
"Come on out, asshole!" Pierce yelled, stabbing the knife down at anything she thought moved. Unfortunately, no matter how far and how deep they looked, there was no sign of the doll.
"God dammit!" Alice yelled, throwing her knife to the floor and climbing out. "He's not here!"
"But where could he have gone?" Jake asked. Alice sucked in a breath, thinking hard.
"Back to your place." Pierce suggested, looking at Lexi.
"She doesn't like him anymore." Lexi protested. "She said it herself."
"You think that'll stop him from taking her body?" Alice challenged. "Just don't let her out of your sight, got it?"
Cross slowly nodded, as the teens looked from one another.
"If one of us sees Chucky, we'll call each other, okay?" Alice asked, which followed by everyone nodding.
"Okay. There's nothing else we can do for now. I suggest you guys go home." Pierce mumbled, before turning on her heel and began walking out. She could hear Jake, Devon, and Lexi following behind, but that didn't quite matter to her. She just knew she needed a fucking nap.
Andy looked around, finding himself back in that darkened chamber, where he was strung up like a slaughtered pig. In front of him was the same masked insurgent, who was now holding a curved knife.
"We have ways of making you talk, infidel." the insurgent spat, as he slowly pressed the blade to Andy's stomach.
"Fuck you." Barclay snarled. The insurgent merely laughed in amusement, before slashing at his exposed skin. Powerless to do anything, all Andy could do was scream in agony, as he felt the blade carve deep into his flesh-
Andy gasped awake, jerking away from the car window and nearly bumping into Kyle.
"Jesus, Andy!" Kyle chastised. "Another nightmare?"
Barclay swallowed hard, turning away to look back out.
"It's fine."
The foster sister sighed, as she slowed the car down.
"You don't have to lie. I have an idea what you're going through."
Andy shook his head, still staring out the window.
"No you don't."
Kyle huffed in exasperation, before pressing her foot to the gas pedal.
"You gonna tell me what you snagged from Harrogate?"
Andy groaned, pulling out the bag of blue liquid from his coat.
"I told you, I don't know." Barclay said truthfully. "I just know they called it 'V', and they were pumping me with it. The only effect I could tell was that it made me stronger- a lot stronger."
"So… it's like a steroid." Kyle guessed. "Like that thing that made Captain America?"
"The Super Soldier Serum." Andy nodded. That could be it, considering when Rogers leaked all of HYDRA's files onto the Internet a few years back, one notable piece of intel was the fact that they tried to recreate the serum for decades. But why this strain was called V in the first place… well.
That's why they were heading to Chicago. The first step would be to give this to a forensic analyst so they could learn the full recipe, so to speak.
The next day at school, Alice sat in front of Lexi and Junior, with Jake and Devon to her right, while Miss Fairchild spoke to the entire class.
"I know after the last couple days you must be feeling shock, denial… possibly guilt." Fairchild told everyone. "Those feelings are normal, and validated. Everyone will heal eventually, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, my door is always open."
Alice rolled her eyes, knowing that the teacher's little speech was mostly directed at her. Not that she'd ever confide in her to begin with.
Fairchild was about to resume teaching, but a knock at the door prompted her to turn and open it, revealing Detective Evans. Rachel wore a grimace, as she had no choice but to speak with the officer. The moment she left though, Lexi and Alice got up and approached Jake and Devon.
"So we haven't seen him in a while, he must be itching to kill, right?" Jake asked, looking between Devon and Alice.
"He can bide his time as long as he wants." Pierce muttered. "He waited twenty five years to go after my family."
"But how does he move around so fast? He's a fucking doll!" Lexi ran a hand through her hair.
"With the strength of a fully grown man." Alice pointed out. "One of the perks of using voodoo."
"Devon, you know serial killers better than anyone, so what do you think he's up to?" Jake asked.
"Well, I don't think it's the what, but the who." Devon revealed. "Maybe he's waiting for the right opportunity."
"But for who?" Lexi asked, just as Junior suddenly approached them.
"Hey, whatcha guys talking about?" Jake's cousin asked. Lexi looked between the three friends, before turning to her boyfriend.
"We're trying to figure out where a supernaturally possessed doll went." she said bluntly. Junior squinted his eyes, before laughing.
"Ha ha, that's a good one, Lexi."
Junior's face broke into a smile, until he noticed that everyone was dead serious.
"Fine. Don't tell me." Wheeler scoffed, turning around and going back to his seat. At the same time, Fairchild came back, looking at everyone with a stern expression.
"Guys, get back to work." Rachel declared. "Less talk, more science."
Pierce let out a scoff of her own, before she went back to her own seat. A second later, her phone vibrated, and she pulled out the device, seeing a text message from Lexi.
Shit. Let's finish this later.
Andy watched the car drive past the "Welcome To Chicago" sign, before taking out his phone. He was planning on calling once they got to the station, but then again, this couldn't exactly wait. Barclay sighed to himself, turning the phone on, and dialled a number. It took a few seconds for the other line to pick up, but when the recipient answered, he smiled.
"Uncle Andy, is that you?"
"Yeah Alice, it's me." Andy murmured.
"You break out of Harrogate?"
"Actually, I did." Barclay admitted. "Kyle told me you're in Hackensack."
There was an audible pause on the other line, before Alice cleared her throat.
"Yes…"
"Is everything alright?" Andy asked.
Alice cleared her throat again, before speaking into her phone.
"Yes, Andy. I'm doing okay."
Barclay seemed to mull over her answer, as he spoke much later.
"Okay. That's good, because Kyle and I need to stop in Chicago."
"What? Why?" Alice frowned.
"When I escaped Harrogate, the doctors were injecting me with some kind of substance. I'm hoping that Mike and some guys at the department can help me figure out what it is."
Pierce slowly nodded, as her phone vibrated to tell her of a new notification.
"Alright, Uncle Andy. I'll see you soon."
Alice ended the call abruptly, before looking at the notification on her phone. Instead of a text, like she thought, she found herself staring at an image.
An image of a new Chucky doll.
Andy closed his phone, looked over to the driver's side to see Kyle… and instead saw De Silva's face staring back at him.
"Kristen?"
Kristen De Silva sneered at him, as blood poured from her mouth.
"Hello, Andy. You did this to me!"
"No." Barclay gasped. "No, I wouldn't!"
"You did!" Kristen yelled. "Why didn't you save me in Fallujah, Andy? You left me die!"
"NOO!" Andy yelled, shutting his eyes.
"ANDY!"
Andy snapped his eyes opened, seeing Kyle staring at him in concern.
"Are you okay? I heard you say Kristen."
Barclay shook his head, turning to stare out his window.
"I'm fine."
"Bullshit." Kyle told him. "She was your girlfriend from Kent, right? De Silva?
Andy gulped, as he buried his face in his hands.
"Yeah."
Simpson sighed, resting her hand on his shoulder.
"Andy, you need to open up to someone about this. If not to me, someone."
Barclay slowly shook his head, before looking back out through the windshield.
"Just drive."
Alice ran down the street, stopping when she got to Lexi's house. Just down the sidewalk was Cross, who was holding a trashcan from falling, while Jake and Devon arrived on their bikes.
"Got your message, and your picture." Pierce told her. "That him in there?"
"Yeah, it's the burnt one." Lexi told everyone. "Will this work?"
Jake nodded, pulling out a large sack. Cross took a deep breath, lifted the lid…
And a skunk jumped out, scaring everyone.
"Shit!" Devon yelled. "Okay, now!"
Jake reached in with the sack, pulling out the burnt Chucky doll, while Devon pulled out a taser and shocked it into submission. Wheeler closed the bag and threw it on the ground, where he, Devon, and Lexi began stomping on it, hearing the recorded voice get deeper… and deeper… until it stopped.
"We did it!" Lexi rejoiced. "He's dead!"
Jake smirked, opening the sack and dumping out the remains of the doll's body onto the ground. Once the head fell, Alice frowned, noticing one key flaw in their plan:
The doll didn't bleed.
"It wasn't him." Alice murmured, expecting the body. "He didn't bleed."
"What?" Lexi asked. "What do you mean?"
"If he was dead, there'd be blood. There's no blood!" Alice explained. "What about Caroline's other doll?"
"It's not Chucky, it's Tommy!" Lexi told her.
"No, no, he could just be saying it's Tommy!" Alice argued.
"Why can't you just take the win?" Lexi complained. "It's over!"
Alice sighed in exasperation, throwing her hands up in surrender.
"Okay. Okay." Pierce murmured. "You guys get some rest. You need it. But… be careful, Lexi. For your sister's sake."
Lexi slowly nodded, turning back towards her house, as Alice turned around and began walking away. Unfortunately, she already knew this wasn't over.
Chucky was just getting started.
Music: "Living Dead Girl" by Rob Zombie
Hotel Hackensack
Inside a seedy hotel room, two women were passionately making out with each other, while a young man was tied to a chair a few feet away. One of the women looked older, having wavy blonde hair, while the other appeared younger, had dark brown hair, and wore nothing but a bra and panties.
"Mmm, Chucky…" the blonde murmured, in between kisses. "I think I'm ready for a snack."
"Oh, I agree, Tiff." Chucky grinned, looking over to the man tied up. If he could scream, he would, but his mouth had a ball gag in it.
"No, no, I mean food!" Tiffany laughed. "I'm hungry!"
Chucky frowned, sitting up.
"Really? You're always hungry! Jesus Tiff!"
"Dammit, eating makes me happy!"
"Then get fat! Go!" Chucky roared, as Tiffany hurried out of the room. The brunette sighed, walking over to the tied up man, and pulled out a large kitchen knife.
"You know… killing with Tiffany made me feel so alive back in the day." Chucky smirked, as she slashed the knife at the man and made a small cut. "Love is just so… so… strange…"
Chucky looked at the blood on the knife, or more importantly, her reflection. All of a sudden, she felt lightheaded, and with a gasp, fell to the floor, dropping the knife. The woman looked up, apparently oblvious to what was going on.
"What… where am I…"
The woman looked over to the tied up man and let out a gasp, crawling over to him.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?"
The woman quickly pulled off the man's ball gag, who looked at her frantically.
"Please don't kill me."
"No. No, I'm not a killer." the woman protested. "What… oh no. What day is it?"
"November sixth I think?"
"Two weeks?" the woman realized. "It's been two weeks!"
A strand of her hair caught her eye, and she grabbed a fistful, seeing that among the sea of brown, there were streaks of red. Almost ginger hair, to be exact.
No… she was slowly turning into him. The woman began sobbing at the revelation, until she looked back up at the man.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not! My name is Nica Pierce! It's Chucky, he split his soul into pieces, and one of those pieces is inside me! But I'm… I'm still here. I… I can fight him!"
Nica looked around, realizing that it was just her and the guy tied up, and she quickly reached for his restrained arms.
"I can save you." Pierce murmured, as she began pulling at the rope. "I can save you-"
Once she got the first knot untied, the man lashed his arm out, smacking Nica in the face. At the same time, Tiffany returned, a hungry look on her face.
"Chucky, my tummy is growling like a lion! And if you ever call me fat again, I'll cut out your heart and feed it to a stranger!"
Tiffany stopped, looking down at the floor.
"Hey, what are you doing down there?"
The woman suddenly arched her back, standing back up, with a sinister grin on her face. Nica wasn't there anymore. It was just Chucky now.
"Eh, dropped my knife." Chucky shrugged. "But you wanna eat? Let's eat!"
Tiffany and Chucky kissed, beginning to head out, but once Tiff left, Chucky turned back towards the man in the chair.
"Oh, hey. Best we keep this Nica bullshit between us, okay?" Chucky asked, raising his knife. "It'll be our little secret-"
The would be victim reached out, grabbing the wrist that was holding the knife. Chucky narrowed her eyes, trying to pull away, but he wouldn't let go.
"Hey, fuck off!" Chucky shouted, punching him in the chest. Instead of simply letting go, the man's body flew backwards into a wall, where his head cracked against the plaster, before falling onto his side. And judging by his shallow rattling, his ribcage was also caved in.
"Well." Chucky mused, flexing her fingers. "That's one hell of a thing."
Mike Norris looked at the mountain of paperwork on his desk, sighing in exasperation. Repeat drug offenders, murder cases, school shootings… crime had certainly gone up in Chicago over the last few years. It was becoming like a twisted game of whack a mole for the department. For every criminal they either put away or put down, ten more seemed to jump up.
"Hey, Chief!"
Mike looked up, seeing one of the detectives, an Asian woman with long black hair, enter his office.
"There's two people who just walked in. The man says he knows you." the woman told him. "He kinda looks like that guy who escaped the mental institution in Rhode Island. Barclay, right?"
Norris smirked to himself. If it was who he thought, then it had been a while.
"Should I put him in a cell?"
"No, that's fine Detective Willis." Mike told her. "Send them up."
Willis nodded, exiting the office. Norris smiled, leaning back in his chair. It's been a long while, actually. They weren't exactly that close.
The door eventually opened again, and in walked Andy Barclay, followed by a older woman with blonde hair.
"Hello Andy." Mike grinned, standing up and shaking the younger man's hand. "And you must be…"
"Kyle." the blonde told him. Norris nodded, realizing she was the foster sister Andy would tell him about the phone. The years had been kind to Mike, Andy realized, as aside from gray hair taking over his head, he still looked almost the same as he did in 1988.
"Hey Mike. How's my mom?"
"She's doing alright." Mike told him. "We're actually planning on going to dinner later tonight."
"Give her my love. I'm not staying in Chicago for too long." Andy murmured, as he looked at Norris' desk. Mike said he had a shit ton of paperwork, but he really wasn't kidding. One such mugshot seemed to catch his eye though, being that of what looked like a black and white clown with a tiny black hat. Or was it a mime?
"The fuck is that?" Andy asked, pointing to the picture. Norris sighed, picking up the mugshot, as well as the case file.
"That's some freakshow that popped up on Halloween." Mike told him. "Guy apparently kills eight people and eats another person's face before blowing a hole out the back of his head. If you think Chucky was bad, you should see his victims… what's left of them, anyway."
"Jesus." Barclay mumbled, eyeing the mugshot.
"Here's the real kicker though: the coroner that was supposed to do the autopsy was found dead with his eye gouged out and brain ripped out of his skull." Mike revealed. "And then witnesses claimed to see the creep leave a laundromat after killing the janitor."
"Christ." Kyle gasped. "You seemed to trade one psycho for another."
"Seems like it every few years." Norris agreed. "But that's not why you're here, is it Andy?"
Barclay shook his head, as he took out the bag of blue fluid.
"I need one of your guys in forensics to take a look at this." Andy told him, setting the bag on the desk. "Before I left Harrogate, the doctors were injecting me with it."
"Is there anything I should look for specifically?" Mike asked.
"All I know is that the doctors called it V, and it's enhanced my strength." Barclay told him. Norris simply nodded, before standing up.
"I'll have my boys look at it, but I need you to do something for me too."
"What's that?" Barclay frowned.
"I got a friend over in Cleveland. His daughter just got this new Good Guy doll that looks exactly like Chucky." Mike told him. "I tried warning him, but he won't listen."
"So you want us to check on him." Kyle realized. "Does he know us?"
"No."
"Let's keep it that way." Andy decided, as he went to leave the office. Just as his hand touched the door, he turned back.
"Hey, could you also look into Nica Pierce?" Barclay asked. "She was also at the asylum, and Lochmoor."
"Yeah, I heard about her." Norris mused. "That night in '88 when I killed Charles Lee Ray, my partner found a woman named Sarah Pierce tied up in his hideout, bleeding from her belly while pregnant."
"Jesus." Barclay's eyes widened. That must be how Nica was paralyzed… until Chucky possessed her.
"You want me to look into if she got injected with this V too?"
"That, and if there's any records of her family." Andy added.
"Why?" Mike frowned. Andy sighed, running a hand through his hair, and made a quick note to keep the door locked.
"Remember how Chucky needed to transfer his soul into my body, because I'm the first person he told who he really was?"
Norris nodded.
"I've had this theory for a while that there's a way he can transfer his soul without it having to be the first person he reveals himself to."
"You're meaning ever since you met Alice." Kyle guessed. Mike knit his brows in confusion, but nevertheless nodded.
"I'll see what I can do, Andy."
"Thanks." Barclay smiled, before opening the door.
"And tell Mom I said hi."
Music: "Heads Will Roll" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Alice placed her headphones in her ears and began playing one of her favorite songs, before jogging through the woods outside of Hackensack. As she continued running past trees, her vision becoming blurred, she began humming along to the tune. Maybe she was in high spirits over last night, and decided to celebrate in the only way she knew. Maybe she was trying to leave Chucky in the past, taking the win as Lexi said. Maybe-
Pierce suddenly felt a searing pain in her ankle, as if she got cut. Alice hissed in displeasure, before tucking and rolling along the ground, before looking back. Glaring back at her was the melted Chucky that she and Jake broke apart last night. He must've put himself back together, then split his soul.
Or maybe she was just ignoring what she already knew: that he always comes back.
The teen groaned, pocketing her earbuds, as Chucky stalked forward, raising his knife.
"You didn't think I'd go down that easily, did you?"
Pierce was ready to deliver her usual "fuck you" retort, but then again, he had a point.
"No." she admitted, standing up and began to walk forward. "This was your plan? Kill me in the middle of the woods?"
"Not even close." Chucky grinned. "See, your friends are going to have a surprise waiting for them at the school. Too bad you won't be around to see it."
Pierce's eyes widened, while Chucky smiled wider. Without warning, the doll surged forward, jumping up and stabbing Alice in the thigh. The blonde screamed in pain, before batting Chucky away, but that only gave him the opportunity to rip the knife out and slash just below her knees, then proceeded to stab her foot. Alice grit her teeth and kicked him away, then pulled out her concealed pistol.
"Go ahead and shoot!" the doll cackled. "It's not like I'll use this body anymore once I'm done with you!"
Pierce's hand wavered, giving Chucky the time he needed to jump up again and stab at her heart. At the last second, Alice twisted her body, allowing the blade to pierce her flesh just above the left breast, and at the same time, she fired her gun.
The bullet crashed through Chucky's head, almost completely obliterating the melted side of his face. Unfortunately, both of them fell to the ground in the woods, with Alice letting go of her gun, Chucky losing the knife.
Neither of them got back up.
"Now, before I answer your questions, Principal Mcvey would like to say a few words."
Jake, Lexi, and Devon sat in the school auditorium, the boys holding hands to signify their new relationship, as Detective Evans stepped away from the stage microphone, waiting for the principal to appear.
"Principal Mcvey?" Kim asked.
"What's going on?" Devon frowned. A second later, a blonde head popped out from behind the curtains, still blinking.
"What?" Lexi gasped, as everyone in the auditorium began screaming. "We killed him!"
"No." Jake realized. "Alice was right."
Lexi looked around, noticing it was just the three of them. Speaking of Alice…
"Where is she right now?"
While the other teens were in the auditorium, Alice was slowly bleeding out in the woods, staring up at the night sky. Just as her eyes began to close, she saw a figure approach her, having long, ginger hair.
"It's okay. I've got you." a feminine voice echoed. That was the last thing Pierce heard, before she succumbed to darkness.
A/N: Now that Andy's escaped, the ball will get rolling for Chucky's final plan. The survivors are on a ticking time clock now.
The next couple chapters will more or less be straight forward, with minimal other scenes thrown in. At least that's what I'm planning right now. There will be one or two characters from previous films shown, but they won't be in it for long.
Speaking of, I watched the latest episode of season 2, and there were some bits I liked, and some I didn't. But I am excited for the finale, because it's centered around Christmas, and I don't think we've actually seen that in the franchise before.
Anyway, that's all for now. Hopefully I get this one done soon, because I want to finish Penance And Redemption. Then I'll finally work on a couple new stories, starting with a sequel to this one that adapts Terrifier 2. Saw that one on opening night, and I fucking loved it.
