A/N: I'm taking over this story for ChuckyRayFanatic since she already has too many to deal with at the moment and since she wanted the fic to go on she insisted I continue it and make some sequels for it while I'm at it. Hope you like it:) It did take a lot of editing and things and because of it, it took hours, days who knows what else to get it to make sense so enjoy the long hours of hard work that was put into it! Let us know how our hard work paid off and review! It would be more than helpful to us both!

Part 1

Chucky's Play

Chapter 1

Sirens blared as the police car raced down the slippery streets towards the police station. Inside a girl, thirty-six years of age, sat in the front with the thirty-four year old officer who was her boyfriend. That was, of course, until she got what she wanted from him which would happen at the station once they got there.

"Thanks for allowing me to get a tour of the station," Kimberly told her temporary boyfriend with joy.

"Anything for you, babe," he replied giving her a kiss on the lips.

She kissed him back but only for a moment; she wanted to wait until they got into the station and close to evidence storage. That was her target for that night and her naïve "boyfriend" had no idea what she did when she dealt with things that involved the police. Especially when it was something was determined to get back.

When they got to their destined location Zach parked the car and led Kimberly inside and she coaxed him with small kisses while carefully pulling his keys from his pocket. As he ironically stopped by the evidence room and got more into his kissing, Kimberly too got more into it so he could be oblivious to her next plans. As she played along Kimberly reached for his gun, laid her hand on the rough handle, and readied herself for the attack.

With the gun now out of its holster in Kimberly's hand and pointed at Zach's stomach without him noticing, Kimberly stopped kissing him, pulled away and gave him a smile that made his eyes widen. He looked down at the aimed gun and jangling keys that lay in Kimberly's hand.

"Kimberly, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Getting what I came here for," Kimberly said reaching behind him and unlocking the evidence room.

Zach tensed up and waited for the right moment to make his move on her but Kimberly had felt his tension and flung him the corner outside the room, took aim again with the gun and pulled the trigger.

Slowly Zach slid down, blood dripping from the bullet hole in his forehead, until he hit the floor and died.

Kimberly smiled with glee at him then turned back to her mission. She kicked the door in not caring about the noise she was making and slid her slender fingers across the lockers until she came across the one that read Case 18652 Unsolved. She searched for the right key and unlocked it with all kinds of excitement rushing through her. This was going to be a very exciting time for her and it would last a lifetime.

Leaving it open with no care what-so-ever, Kimberly took off out of the station and to Zach's car. Through the rain flooded windshield she could make out a couple of cops swarm out and just as she figured, passed Zach's car without checking it and jumped into their own. When Zach's partner hopped into the car and turned to talk to who he thought was Zach, Kimberly gave him the same smile she had gave Zack before killing him and shot him between the eyes.

Luckily she was skilled at keeping things clean of fingerprints; it did come in handy when stealing evidence right from the police.

Kimberly shoved the dead cop out of the car and drove off as fast as she could with the sirens going again so she wouldn't get pulled over. Every once in a while she would glance at the black plastic bag and smile. The killer Good Guy doll was finally hers.

"It's gonna be good having you back, guy," she joked.

Once at the house, Kimberly raced up the stairs and burst into the entry hall dripping wet and ready for a relaxing night with an old friend who she would call once she got into her room for some privacy.

"Hey, you're home earlier than I expected," a voice said from the couch in front of her.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I thought you'd spend the entire night with your new boyfriend. You know, movie, dinner, then ending with bed time at his house."

Kimberly walked over and sat in the chair next to the couch and looked her sister in the eye. "You thought?"

Jamie smiled. "Sure, you've always spent more than a few hours with your boyfriends, even though you go through like three a week," she said thinking about the past hundred boyfriends Kimberly had had while she was staying at the house.

"Well, this one proved to be a total moron."

"You didn't kill him, did you?" Jamie asked eyeing Kimberly. The reason she had asked to stay at Kimberly's in the first place was because she was worried about her sister. She had been getting herself in more and more trouble with every time she went out. Jamie had a feeling Kimberly was up to something, she had never killed before until that night she had watched Kimberly study the ten o'clock news some years before.

"So what if I did?"

Jamie groaned and sighed at the same time in disappointment. "Kim, you need to cut it out! Sooner or later you're going to be caught!"

"Right, that's like them finding out that Jesus Christ is the spawn of Satan. It's not true and definitely not possible. Plus, I've decided to stop now, I guess all that has happened wasn't what I expected."

"You're damned right! Killing is a crude and vicious thing. I hope you keep your word that you are going to stop, it would make me happy." Jamie didn't want to spend the rest of her life watching over her sister, Kimberly was more than capable of leading a normal, peaceful life.

"Well, I'm tired," Kimberly said rolling her eyes at her sister's lecture.

"Okay, good night." Jamie went back to watching her program and Kimberly went up to her room which she had made in the basement because she didn't like the others rooms, they weren't dark enough and were too homey looking. She didn't like something that looked comfy and inviting, so that's why she chose the basement then made all the rooms up stairs into guest bedrooms. She did, on the other hand, want to make a bedroom out of the attic because she was hoping to get married soon and have a kid to give that room to.

She had always dreamed of having a kid who stayed locked up in his/her attic room all the time and only came down for food and nights out. She wanted a kid that was exactly like her.

Kimberly treasured her basement room; it was a cozy space with a queen sized bed, a bedside desk, a computer desk and a dresser. There was also a small stand that held her TV and a book shelf next to it that held her movies, horror movies to be exact. All this made her life in the basement a very comfortable and enjoyable one.

She put the bag that she had hid from Jamie's sight while they had talked on the bed then reached under it to pull out a bag of rainbow colored sand. The store didn't have plain red or yellow so she went with the rainbow because it was all she could afford when she had gotten it. She then pulled out a voodoo book she had checked out form the library and began to make the symbol that the book showed in the section of in easy terms, Life after Death.

Feeling like the symbol was in its best shape, Kimberly pulled the doll out of the bag and stared at the many scars on his face.

"Wow, what the fuck happened to you? I think someone got blender happy," she said putting him in the middle of her sand symbol.

She knew for sure though that it was indeed a Good Guy doll. She recognized the little cowboy hats and construction tools and such on the supposed to be bright blue overalls with the name Good Guy in a semi bright red on the front pocket. She grinned at the doll and began to read the words from the book aloud.

"Ade Due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you!" She struggled with a lot of the words but made it through the last verse then looked back down at the doll and expected to see him sitting up with a smile that she had always seen on his face when she had known him 12 years before… when he was actually human.

To her great disappointment, he only lay there, lifeless as any doll would be.

She looked back at the book and glared at it. "What bullshit!" She growled in frustration and threw the book on the bed. She then got up onto the bed and closed her eyes. She had been hoping that after all those years she would be able to hear the voice of the only serial killer her, Jamie, and their mother had called family. To her and Jamie he had been a replacement for their biological father after he had died from a heart attack. It had hurt them all excruciatingly when Chucky had been shot and killed after only six or seven years of knowing him.

With betrayal being the only emotion she felt at that moment, Kimberly went upstairs and got some drinks and snack foods then headed back to the basement to watch some movies, then go to bed. When she had her arms full, the big brand new bag of potato chips, some sugary cereal, and other snack's, Jamie's boyfriend and soon to be husband, came in and smiled at her sweetly. She loved him so much.

"Getting ready to do your usual horror night?" He asked offering to take some things for her.

"Yep, nothing better to do except sleep," Kim said handing him all the drinks.

"Mind if I join you? After all, I myself have nothing better to do," he said with a funny smile.

Kim laughed at him. "So, you don't want to be with your future wife?"

"Well, she just left to go to a meeting and won't be back for a few hours."

"Okay, you can join me."

"Awesome," he said as they walked down to her room and made themselves comfy on the bed.

Kimberly stuck an old 20's or 30's movie called The Uninvited then sat back down on the bed with her back propped up on the head board. Ken did the same.

He looked down to the floor and noticed her rainbow design and turned to her with an eyebrow raised. "What's that for? Art class?"

Kimberly looked down to the floor and almost spit up the soda she had been drinking and stared at the doll less, messy sign. The sand was disturbed as if something had gotten up from it after laying on it.

"Oh, yes, just practicing my beautiful art," she said looking around the room.

Ken laughed. "I see you need some work in keeping it in shape," he joked.

"No kidding. Hey, can you do me a favor?"

"What's that?"

"I forgot the most important thing, popcorn. Can you go make some?"

"Sure thing," Ken said jumping off the bed and running back upstairs. When his footsteps faded into the kitchen, Kimberly leapt off the bed and began searching for Chucky. He had to be around there somewhere.

She looked in every dark corner and space until it came to under the bed. She kneeled down and pulled the bed skirt up and peered into the darkness. She jumped in surprise as something slid across the floor in her direction and she hit her head on the bottom of the bed, knocking her unconscious.

Ken sat impatiently at the counter while he waited for the popcorn to get done. He thought about how much he enjoyed being around Kimberly, he did know about her sudden change of becoming a killer but that didn't matter to him, he loved her anyway.

The microwave beeped and he grabbed the bag then headed back to Kimberly's room. When he opened the door he found her asleep on the bed with the covers pulled tightly around her. He smiled and closed the door quietly.

She must have had quite a long day, Ken thought going back up to let her sleep.

He didn't notice that her head had been bleeding, even with the blood on the covers and pillows. He, of course, thought she had immediately gone to sleep while he was making the popcorn.

Feeling a bit tired himself, Ken set the popcorn on the coffee table and sat down on the couch to watch some TV before falling asleep himself.

It was 11:32 that night when Kim woke up. She slowly pulled herself up and thought it strange for her chest to feel a bit heavier than usual and suddenly realized that she was staring into two cold blue eyes. Dolls eyes… Chucky's eyes. He was giving her that smile she had expected him to give her when she had read the chant in the beginning.

Kimberly went to scream in complete surprise but her aching head silence her.

"Hey, kiddo, what's up?" The doll asked giving Kimberly an even wider smile.

"Charles? Is it really you?" She asked even though she recognized his voice. She felt like a moron for even asking that in the first place.

"Of course it's me! You can call me Chucky though."

Kimberly felt the back of her head and noticed something crusty in her hair and when she looked at her hand it was dried blood. "What the hell?" Kimberly asked herself as she leaned back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Sorry I scared you, I didn't mean to. I guess I should have waited until you were out form under the bed before I moved," Chucky said sliding off Kim's chest and onto the bed.

Kim sighed. "It's not your fault, I should have been more aware of you in the first place," she told him closing her eyes.

Chucky didn't answer but she could feel him as he lay down next to her.

"I don't know anything about head injuries, or any injury for that matter, but it doesn't look fatal," Chucky finally said.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure," Chucky replied.

"It feels like my head was split clear to the brain," Kimberly moaned in agony.

"You'll be up and at it tomorrow," Chucky told her. "Which by tomorrow I'm going to be starving and needing some information and feed back."

"At least you're not demanded them tonight, although there is drink and snack foods," Kim said pointing to the pile on the floor opposite to where her sand was.

"No, don't need it right now, I'm too tired. For now it's time to sleep, the same goes for you, Chucky said covering himself up in the blanket and placing himself right into Kimberly's side to get warm. Being a doll had its bad sides, getting warm was one of them. At that moment he was a full doll, but he knew that soon his body would start to become human again, just like it had done many times before.

He was glad to have Kimberly there, she had been such a good little girl when he had met her when she was just seven years old. He of course had been around twenty-four, but still young which was hwy him and Kimberly had understood so much. She was like a daughter to him and he loved her with all his black little heart, killer or not, she was still a part of his life.

"Kim, hey. Wake up."

Kimberly snapped out of her sleep to find herself lying in a hospital bed with Jamie and Ken hanging over her.

"Wha--"

"We found blood on your sheets and took you immediately here. What happened, do you know?" Ken asked.

Kimberly shook her head. "No, not really. I think a mouse or rat scared me; I was looking under my bed when something shot across the floor and I hit my head on the board.," she said gently messaging her still somewhat aching head. The thought of Chucky suddenly hit her mind.

"Did you by any chance see a doll beside me?"

Ken smiled. "Sure did, and figuring you'd want him since you were snuggling him when we found you, we brought him along." Ken reached down to the floor, picked Chucky up and handed him to Kimberly.

"Thanks," she said.

"By the way, what happened to it? It seems odd to me that you like this old beat up doll," Jamie said giving Chucky a look of disgust. She didn't like the smile on his scarred face, it was almost as if he were smiling directly at her.

"Don't know, he just caught my eye," Kim said hugging him just a like a little girl would.

Ken decided to keep Kimberly's mind away from the accident and point the subject more towards the doll, he was actually very curious about it.

"So, he got a name?"

"Chucky," Kim said.

Jamie laughed. "Chucky, huh? It almost seems like you've named him after Mom's old friend."

"I did," Kim said. "When I got the doll I was thinking about how much I missed Charles, so in order to have a piece of him with me, I named this doll after him."

"Well, I think it fits him," Ken said with a smile.

You're damned right it fits me, Chucky thought to himself. He really didn't like this guy and by the looks of it, he appeared to be with Jamie as a boyfriend or worse… husband. He decided to give them a spook and do what he had always done in introductions. He turned his head as the doll would have done and said in the doll's high voice, "Hi, I'm Chucky and I'm your friend to the end. Hidey ho, ha ha ha."

Jamie and Ken both jumped.

"How did you program the name in?" Ken asked.

"I got a voice box from the Build a Bear Workshop," Kim said with a small chuckle.

"Cool," was all Jamie and Ken could say. They were beginning to become aware of something out of the ordinary about the doll. Never before had Kimberly had such a fetish about any doll, she hated dolls with all her heart. What was it about this one besides the scarred up face?

Build a Bear Workshop? What the hell kind if shit are they getting these days? Chucky thought with disgust. He looked cautiously to Jamie and saw her eyes widen a little as she stared at him. Oh fuck. He had crinkled his nose in disgust when he thought about the new things he was hearing about.

"Something wrong?" Kimberly asked Jamie.

Jamie shook her head. "Nope. Just driving myself insane," she said rubbing her eyes and trying to convince herself that it was only a doll. She then thought of something. "Hey, didn't Charles get us a doll just like this one except brand new just before he went away?"

Kimberly squinted her eyes in thought. "Hmm, I think he did. Oh my god, he did! I didn't realize that!" She turned Chucky to her and studied him. Why didn't she see that in the first place? And why didn't he tell her.

She scooted Chucky away as she saw him give her a glare. He knew what she had been thinking, all her thoughts were obvious because of her expression associated with them.

At that moment Chucky himself remembered giving Jamie and Kimberly a Good Guy doll, just before it had come out too. That was the beauty of stealing. Of course he had forgotten all about them after that until he got shot down at that toy store. He even remembered looking at the doll as Jamie played with hers and thinking about how much he could get away with if he was a doll. Nobody believes that dolls are capable of living, not even he did at that time.

"When do I get out of this place?" Kim asked disturbing Chucky's thoughts.

"Doctor said the wound was only a minor so by tonight for sure," Jamie told her with w worried look on her face. That doll was really making her nervous and since it was one of those Good Guy dolls it made it even worse. Jamie remembered that Kim had trashed hers a long time ago and she had done it so well stitches wouldn't have been able to put it back together. This one was in better shape than Kimberly's old one would ever have be in.

"I wish it could be sooner," Kimberly said pouting.

"So do I, I hate seeing you in a hospital." Jamie got up and gave her sister a kiss on the forehead. "We got to go."

"Alright, be back to pick me up soon!"

"Of course! We'll be back at 8:30 or so," Ken said as Jamie and him went to the door and gave Kim some last good-byes then left.

"I thought they'd never leave," Chucky said squeezing out of Kimberly's grasp.

"I thought you'd be happy to see Jamie," Kim told him biting the inside of her lower lip.

"Her, yes. That guy, fuck no," Chucky said as if Ken were still there and he was glaring at him with a threatening gleam in his blue eyes.

"Oh give Ken a break, he's a sweet guy."

"So, is he boyfriend or husband?"

"Fiancé," Kim corrected in place of husband.

"Shit, how the hell did she fall for him?"

"Long story. Hey, have you fallen for anyone lately?"

Chucky stayed quiet for a few moments then replied, "Yeah, but it ended quickly. Which, by the way, turn on the news will you?"

Without question Kimberly turned the TV on and flipped to the news channel. On it were three murder cases, two involving family murder and one involving a murderous eighteen year old girl.

Chucky leapt up from the bed when a picture of the girl and he yelled in an angry protest.

"Shhh, Chucky, they think I'm alone!" Kim scolded.

"I'm not going to Shhh, that fucker stole my amulet!" He yelled.

"You know her?" Kim asked looking closely at the mug shot.

"Yeah, that's Tiffany Fried. Don't you remember her?"

Kimberly thought for a moment. "Vaguely. What happened?"

Chucky sighed. "Too much happened, I'll tell you later," he said glaring at the television.

"Did you get involved with her?"

Chucky turned and looked at Kimberly surprised. "Uh, well… as I said, I'll tell you later," he replied looking back at the TV.

"You did get involved, I knew it."

"Kimberly…"

"What?"

"Can it up your ass," Chucky growled.

"Fine then," she mumbled and leaned back into the pillow. "At least I know I have the right Chucky."

A knock came at the door and one of the nurses came in.

"How are you feeling this evening?" She asked as she adjusted Kimberly's pillow and bed.

"Better, much better. I'm ready to go home."

The nurse laughed. "Aren't we all," she said catching notice of Chucky. "Interesting doll. Where'd you get him?"

"I stole it," Kim said almost in a growl. The nurse thought she was joking and smiled. "He means a whole lot to me."

"He's fine by me," the nurse said picking him up and placing him in Kim's arms.

"Can I be alone now?" Kimberly asked annoyed.

"Sure, just came in to check on you," the nurse said and walked out.

"Man, I though nurses were supposed to be cute with skirts just inches from their thigh and huge ass boobs," Chucky commented in disappointment.

"You wish," Kim told him shaking her head.

"Yeah, but sometimes you have to be careful on what you wish for."

"Especially you," Kimberly said pushing Chucky off her chest.

Chucky protested. "Hey, hey, hey! I was comfy up there!"

"Only because of my "huge ass boobs"," Kim said sarcastically.

"So, all that matters is that I was comfy," he replied quietly.

"Show me a ring first, Bud."

"Can't, someone else has got it."

Kimberly turned the TV off and turned Chucky around so that he faced her. "What do you mean someone else has it?" She had a feeling it was Tiffany who had it, if Chucky was telling the truth about a ring.

"What is there to explain? Someone else has the ring. It's too bad though, you're the kind of girl I've always dreamed of having," Chucky said giving her the check over.

"Well keep dreaming," Kimberly said pulling the blanket clear over her head.

"Why dream when I have you now?" Chucky asked in a hopefully seductive voice.

"Don't even think about it, short stuff, you way too small for my liking and have no ring to show me commitment."

Chucky laughed in that infamous way of his. "It's not the size that counts, Kim, it's what you do with it," he said with glee. Kimberly deserved hearing that more than anyone else, especially more than Tiffany.

"Where in hell did you get that idea?"

Chucky found his way under the blanket with Kim and climbed back onto her chest then looked her in the eye. "Not too long ago, say, you did want to hear about the missing ring, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Tiffany has it."

"So I was right, you married her?"

Chucky nodded. "Unfortunately, and it was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life. That girl on the news is her; I made her a doll as well some years ago and she immediately wanted to get out but it didn't work. When we were close to getting human bodies, she tried to kill me and so I killed her."

"How'd you end up dead?"

"Got shot, nothing you couldn't have figured out."

"And now you're mad because she stole the amulet."

"I'm not mad, I'm fucking furious! No one steals that amulet, not with the power it holds! This time when I get it back, I'm gonna kill that bitch and make sure she never comes back."

"Why are you under with me?" Kimberly asked off subject.

Chucky sat quiet. "Oh… I don't know," he said in a low voice.

"Man, it's a good damned thing you're easy to carry," Kim joked.

"That's what makes me special," Chucky replied.

Kimberly grinned at him. "Having some thought there?" She asked forgetting about the whole ring deal. Who cares if he had a ring or not, he had commitment, and he was perfectly capable of showing it through other things.

Chucky grinned back. "Maybe… Too bad we're in a hospital."

"Yeah, I don't think it'd be the greatest thing being caught while fucking a doll."

Chucky gave her a look. "You say it proudly," he said while his grin widened. "Did you have a liking toward me when I was human?"

"I still have a liking towards you now! It's just… well, I wish you were my size, it would make things better."

"I feel like a very lucky guy," Chucky said happily. "I'm glad you brought me back. I didn't think our relationship would go as far as it's going."

Kimberly laughed and hugged him tightly. "It's still just too bad that you're so small," she said.

"Ah, come on. Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't do what any other man can do. Big or small it's all the same."

"You're right, but not at a hospital," Kimberly told Chucky strictly.

"Sure, sure! Just wait until you're home tonight," he said. "There is a lock on your door, right?"

Kimberly nodded. "Hell yeah! But, how about we wait until I'm your size," she said.

Chucky stared hard at her. "My size?" What was this girl thinking?

"Yeah, On the way home I'll ask Jamie if we could drop by the store. You get where I'm going at?"

Chucky thought about it. "I do," he said. "You're very smart, Kim. I was so caught up in things that that thought never hit me. I'm glad it did for you."

"So am I." Kim looked at the clock and groaned. Still a couple hours left.

Chucky also looked at the clock then shook his head at Kim. "If you want time to go by quicker, then sleep." He had some plans to plan and he needed some time to do it without Kimberly interrupting with anymore questions. He loved her but he needed some quiet time now to arrange some things.

"That actually sounds good." Kimberly snuggled into the bed and Chucky slid out into the open and hid behind the bed to think things out while he still had time.