Chapter 2: This is the Beginning of the End of Your Life

Andy poured milk into the bowl, drowning the cheerio's with milk. "Taylor" he shouted as loud as he could, "Breakfast is ready". A few seconds later, Andy could hear Taylor bounding down the stairs. Taylor bolted into the kitchen and grabbed the bowl right off the counter in front of Andy. He then swerved around and dropped onto a chair at the kitchen table. He immediately started slurping up the cereal with his spoon.

"You're at your mom's tonight, o.k. Taylor" said Andy, leaning against the kitchen counter. Taylor continued eating the cereal and nodded, spilling milk off his spoon onto the table. "If you go to a friends, be sure to call your mom and tell her, o.k." Once again, Taylor nodded while eating his cereal. "And when you come back 3 days from now, I think you should go get a haircut". Taylor's hair was starting to get a little to long for Andy's liking, close to his shoulder. It was a light brown, like Andy's, which was the only similarity between him and Taylor. Otherwise, Taylor looked much more like his mom, or so Andy remembered. It had been awhile since he'd seen Rosie in person, they had had a bitter breakup about a year back and Andy had only seen her about twice since then. Damn Chucky, it was all that little fuckers fault. Rosie had broken up with him because of Chucky, because Andy was constantly paranoid and afraid that Chucky would come back. Rosie had said he was crazy and eventually broken up with him.

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Andy jumped at the sound of the school bus's obnoxiously loud horn. "Quick, Taylor, get to the bus" shouted Andy. Taylor got up and ran for the door, his knapsack swinging from his hand. "Bye" Andy called.

"See you Dad" responded Taylor and he was out the door.

The clock flashed 6:16 in red letters. Andy groaned. That meant there was still about 45 minutes left of work. At first, a job as an ad executive sounded great, he got good pay and he would even get a good office, but it turned out to be much worse then he expected. There was so much paper work, Andy's least favourite thing to do. Andy rolled from his desk on his wheeled chair over towards the paper shredder. He shoved in a couple of pages and they came out in thin strips at the bottom, neatly floating into the trash. Andy rolled back to his desk.

"Damn it" Andy shouted out. He still had a lot of work to do and he would have to stay past 7:00 if he didn't finish it all. Andy slided over to his computer, opened up Microsoft Word, and began typing up some work. It had already became dark outside, he could see the moon shining brightly outside his window. Andy tried to concentrate and began typing again

A few minutes had passed and Andy was still typing, when suddenly he heard a small thud behind him. Andy swerved around, and saw the source of the sound. The shudders on his window had slammed shut. Had someone closed them? Andy surveyed the room, checking to see if anyone was there, particularly a small, orange headed doll. Andy, get a hold of yourself, the shutters just fell. Your paranoid, Andy. Calm down. Andy turned around, back to his computer. Resting above the monitor was a small picture frame, with the words "This is the beginning of the rest of your life". Andy read the words out. He hoped that eventually he'd get over his fear of Chucky, or the rest of his life was going to be a living hell.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH" screamed Andy, falling off his chair onto the floor. Andy had felt a horrible pain in the back of his knee; it felt like he had been stabbed. Andy lay on the floor, moaning in pain. He turned his head to check the back of his knee and saw his letter opener protruding from the spot. It was halfway through and there was blood gushing out, spilling onto his leg.

"Actually, Andy, this is the beginning of the end of your life" cackled a voice, that Andy was all too familiar with, from in front of him. Andy turned his head back in front of him, but he already knew who it was. Chucky had changed very little since Andy had last seen him. Tufts of his orange hair were missing in spots. His face had been messily stitched up and so had his left arm, but other then that, he looked the same since Andy had last saw him.

"What do you want, you little bitch" snapped Andy. "Come back to perform another one of your voodoo spells". Chucky looked at him and grinned.

"No, I'm not back to transfer my soul to your body, I'm just back to make sure you die a slow and painful death." remarked a laughing Chucky. "You put me through so much pain and torment, Andy, you killed me 3 times. You know how much getting fuckin killed hurts, Andy!" Chucky's grin had faded and he now looked furious, which terrified Andy. He had never seen Chucky in a state like this before. "I finally decided that I didn't mind being a doll, but I still want revenge on you, Andy"

"You piece of shit" Andy hollered and kicked Chucky over with his good leg, the one not gushing blood at the moment. Chucky flew back across Andy's office, grunting as he hit the office floor. Andy tried to get up, but his right leg was useless. The slightest movement of it hurt like hell. Andy scanned the area. The chair. He pulled him self onto it with his arms and tried pushing off with his left leg. For a moment, Andy thought it would work, but Chucky had gotten up and as Andy glided across the office, Chucky checked him and sent the chair speeding sideways, right into the paper shredder. The chair toppled over and Andy fell over.

Andy knew if he wanted to live, he was going to have to put up a fight. He brought his hands over the top of the paper shredder and pulled himself up. Andy started to turn, to face Chucky, but Chucky was one step ahead. Chucky had sprung through the air, hitting Andy in the head, and Andy fell back.

Andy landed on top of the paper shredder, his eye hurt like a bitch. Chucky packed one hell of a punch. Andy opened his eyes and saw his head a few inches above the blades of the shredder. Fear ran through Andy, as he felt Chucky's hand grab the back of his head.

"Please, Chucky, don't do it"

"Ha he he" Chucky giggled. "After I'm done with you, I'll get your ex and your kid" Andy screamed out. Trying to push out from the paper shredder, but Chucky overpowered him. It now came to Andy's realization that Chucky had been researching Andy. He knew he had an ex and a kid, and he had probably been planning this out for a long time. Had Chucky been in the closet the previous night?

Before Andy could ponder the question, his face was shoved down into the blades of the paper shredder. The machine turned on and the blades spun, ripping Andy's face to pieces. Andy could no longer see and the pain was unbearable. He could still hear Chucky laughing before he died.