Chapter 11: Stewie Versus Chucky
After fully beating up Brian, the murderous gang decided to go downstairs and have a meeting and decide what to do next. Chucky, Stewie, and the monkey got on the couch and let go of their weapons for a moment.
"Okay, we've killed everyone in the house," Stewie said. "Now what?" he sighed.
Chucky slowly craned his head in Stewie's direction. He had a wicked grin and a menacing sparkle in his eye. Stewie, who had befriended Chucky because of their similar size, personality, and interests, now started to fear Chucky. Chucky gave Stewie a look that he had never seen from Chucky before. "Oh, no, my friend. We have not killed everyone in this house. Ah, ah. Not yet," he said quietly.
Stewie's eyes widened a little bit. "W-what are you talking about? We've killed Peter, Lois, Chris, Meg, Brian, and we even killed Quagmire, Joe, and Cleveland and Loretta. W-who's left?" he stuttered.
Stewie's worst nightmare came true when Chucky slowly pointed toward Stewie. "You," he said.
"B-but I thought we were friends. We're both villains. We both like to kill and torture," Stewie said, almost close to panicking.
"At first… but once we've killed all the good people, I turn on the bad people as well. Once I am in a house, I kill everyone, and I mean everyone that lives there… both good and bad," Chucky said. "And you are next," Chucky said.
"You're never going to take ME alive! NEVER!" shouted Stewie, pointing at Chucky.
"Oh yeah?" Chucky challenged. "Well we'll just see about that," he said, jumping off the couch and grabbing his voodoo knife. Stewie jumped down and grabbed his gun. Chucky charged toward Stewie with his knife. However, Stewie was much faster than Chucky, and fired the pistol through his heart. "Ah!" Chucky groaned in pain.
"Don't like pain, do you little man? Time to give you a dose of your own medicine!" Stewie taunted. He fired the hell out of Chucky until he was sobbing hysterically in pain. "Now time to finish you off!" Stewie said, reaching for Chucky's knife. However, Chucky jerked his knife back.
"You're not getting this," Chucky said. However, Stewie fired Chucky's hand a billion and ten times. "AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" he shrieked in pain as the bullets hit. His hand weaken and he dropped the knife. Stewie grabbed it, and then he stabbed Chucky right through the heart, and then through the head, and then through the neck. Then he cut off his legs and arms.
"Victory is mine!" announced Stewie.
"Not quite," Chucky said. Stewie was a bit surprised that Chucky could still speak, even after chopping him up. "Monkey, finish off my good friend Stewie," he said. The monkey gritted his teeth and leaped off the sofa, where he'd been watching the boys fight. He pounded on Stewie and tore him up with his big, sharp teeth. Stewie quickly blasted the gun, and then the monkey died. "NO!" shouted Chucky.
Stewie stood up. "Yes! It's time for you to go! I'm the only evil baby in this world, and nothing's going to stop that!" He fired more gunshots through his head, and ran off to the kitchen to get a fork and a knife. He then ran back into the living room, only to find that Chucky was gone. "W-where the devil is he?" said Stewie. He looked around, still armed with his gun, fork, and knife. He looked high and low, but Chucky was nowhere to be found. Just as Stewie was about to head upstairs, he heard someone rev up a chainsaw and run up to him.
Stewie felt his body being torn apart, and he heard the evil laughing of Chucky. Soon, he lost vision and passed away. Stewie laid in a big heap on the floor by the stairs. Chucky, with his big chainsaw (it was actually Peter's), smiled. "Victory is mine. I have accomplished my goal. This family is eliminated. One down. Over a billion to go before I have accomplished world domination!" he shouted. "But where should I go next?"