After 17 years, Amy grew up with her grandmother making toys for children. She mostly enjoys making dolls and doing puppet shows for them but sometimes she doesn't have time for the little bratty children that either interrupt or fool around in her shows she learned to ignore them even though they get on her nerves. One sunday morning, Her grandmother and her were opening up shop she saw her puppets being ruined with torn clothing, ripped arms along with an eye missing but there was a note left behind she picked it up as she read it before her grandmother came over with concern and spoke "Sweetie is everything alright?" Amy looked at her grandmother with curiosity and confusion at the same time she answered with another question "Gran who is Chucky?"

She then felt the note being snatched from her hand and looked terrified while reading the note before hearing her tone change from sweet to serious when she spoke "You should visit your mother she called yesterday asking about you" Amy's eyes widened as she looked at her grandmother in shock seeing her own grandmother being serious which she has never seen but she didn't wanna escalate it further while she nodded before she grabbed her phone leaving the shop with her grandmother watching her until she sees her turn the corner she spoke with worry "He is back? He is coming for Amy as well. I won't let that happen. I need to think of something to keep her safe" She walked to the back and read the note many times with worry wondering how she would think of keeping her safe from her father.

Meanwhile, Amy walked in the streets of the city listening to music but kept one headphone off to hear her surroundings but with many questions that couldn't be answered by any family member if she knew them. She was soon pulled by her hair causing her to scream a bit, turning to see three girls with smirks on their faces. They had matching different pastel clothing along with mini skirts and stockings.

Imagine the girls from Heathers but had kids and now carry the tradition of the school of being the perfect bitches that everyone feared but Amy wasn't because of one thing She had no reputation to uphold for anything or anyone. She growled in annoyance before falling to the ground on purpose looking up at them with disgust "What the hell do you want you kardashian wanna-be's?" She said with crossed arms before the girl gasped in the most dramatic way possible from their throats could carry with their hands on their chests.

Amy smirked proudly before she got kicked on the side by a heel "Ow!" She said as she held her side hissing in pain before glaring at them threateningly before one spoke mockingly "So you going to visit your mommy in the asylum?~"

Amy rolled her eyes as she answered "None of your business and what's the real reason why are you bothering me again Sadie?" Sadie smirked as she bent down while she had some bubblegum in her mouth and then said "I just wanna see if you wanna join us again. We all missed you. What happened to the old Amy?~" She then took out her phone showing a picture of Amy in the same outfit as them but had a different hairstyle. It was a long ponytail that reached her shoulders that was before she cut her hair short and made her realize that there was more to the world than popularity or looks. Amy blocked them on every social media she had with them deleting anything involving them no matter how pleasant it was or great as well She never wanted to be anywhere near them or be with them at all anymore so she decided to have a normal life.

After many arguments with the heather wanna-be, Amy walked inside the insane asylum to the reception and rang the bell making the receptionist look at the young teenager with a smile "Ah Amy Good to see you again" Amy smiled warmly everyone was nice to her since the day she was born but it felt strange to her whenever she comes to visit her mother often "Came to see your mother?" Amy nodded as she smiled "Mhm since she called us yesterday about me" The receptionist grabbed a walky talky and spoke into it "Amy is here Bring the mother in the interrogation room" Amy was nervous since the last time they were in the room Her mother tried to hit her but luckily the officers caught her in time before she could. When she heard the door open, it revealed her mother in a strap jacket with messy hair and eye bags based on the amount of sleep she was having or the amount of insanity Amy was scared of her mother because of how much she hated her for reasons she doesn't know of. She sat down on the chair across from her mother looking at her straight in the eyes and said "Hi Mom how was life in the asylum?"

The mother replied as she smiled which surprised her seeing her mother smile with a delight to see her even with the look in her eyes She had joy in them from something that got her curious "It's been swell Amy one day I get to leave this place away from the bad people in the asylum" Amy raised an eyebrow as she then spoke "But mother they are nice people they never hurt you but you always try to hurt me they had to stop you from getting me hurt again" The mother stood up but she was handcuffed to the table so she would try any antics giving Amy a smile along with a glare before she spoke in a serious yet scary tone "Your father was here as well asking about you and he is sorry that he tore your puppets apart he didn't know it was yours" Amy eyes widened as she listened to mother.

She was getting scared and watched her mother until she noticed the pocket knife in her hand. She wanted to stop her but she couldn't move and she was mostly frozen. Her mother opened the pocket knife and stabbed herself in the neck while the blood poured out her neck and she had a smile, looking up at the ceiling "You were never my daughter Just a nightmare that I wished would disappear" Amy teared up being hurt by her mother's words watching her die in front of her before being pulled away by the officers out the door.

Amy was sent home after that traumatic event, Amy had more questions in her head that were more confusing and strange while she thought deeply 'Why would my mother kill herself? Who is my father? Why does he want me?!' She was shaking as she went inside the shop and was hugging herself before her grandmother walked in to see her traumatic granddaughter about to fall to the floor rushing over to her aid, hugging her close while Amy dropped into her grandmother's arms crying her eyes out. Amy held onto grandmother while she had tears down her face, still shaking before her grandmother walked to the backroom that led their house and took her to her bedroom.

Amy then laid down on her bed before her grandmother closed the door while she looked worried and sighed "Let me know when you are ready to talk about it" Amy turned away as she looked at the wall hiding her tears that were welling up in her eyes until she heard her door close and hearing the footsteps fade down the halls.

Amy couldn't bear the words her mothers said about her and then killing herself in front of her It was more of a nightmare playing over and over before she fell asleep not knowing someone was watching her from her closet…..