Following lunch, the cadets were sent back to their rooms for half an hour, before they went down range. While Barclay went back to his own dorm, Tyler walked down to the mailroom, where he was greeted by the first sergeant.
"How are you, Tyler?" First Sergeant Clark asked, earning a salute from the boy. Clark sifted through several letters, before shaking his head. "Sorry, no mail from your father today. He is a busy man, flying jets around the country. I'm sure he'll write when he gets the chance."
"I know, sir." Tyler said sadly, and turned around to leave.
"Hold up Tyler, I have a job for you." Clark called back, as he picked up a rather large box wrapped in brown paper. "Give this to the new kid, Barclay, will you?"
"Too easy, sir!" Tyler said happily, and ran off with the large package in his hands.
Tyler made it to Barclay and Whitehurst's room, and rapidly knocked on the door, where it was opened by Andy.
"Oh hey, Tyler." Andy greeted.
"Barclay, you got a package!" Tyler informed, walking into the room and setting the box down.
"A package? From whom?" Whitehurst asked.
"Weird, it doesn't have a return address." Andy frowned, looking at the box's label. Without further ado, Andy ripped off the brown paper, revealing the yellow box, with a Good Guy doll inside.
Andy's eyes dilated, and his breath hitched. All at once, his bad memories of Chucky came flooding back to him. How he killed his Aunt Maggie by sending her out a window. Chasing after him with a knife, while he was heavily burnt and charred, as well as losing an arm and a leg. Beating his teacher, Miss Kettlewell to death with a yardstick.
"Andy!" Whitehurst shook Andy's shoulders, causing him to snap out of it. "What's wrong with you?"
"Sorry, it's nothing." Andy quickly said, looking at the doll. "I don't want it. Too many bad memories."
"Wow, a Good Guy!" Tyler smiled. "Can I have him Barclay?"
"Uh, sure, Tyler." Andy stammered. Tyler grinned even wider, and he quickly took the doll out of the box and ran out the room. In truth, Barclay wanted to get rid of the toy altogether, but he didn't want Tyler to feel bad. After all, it couldn't have been Chucky, right?
Tyler ran through the halls of the academy and ducked under a flight of stairs, not wanting to be caught with the Good Guy doll. The moment he was out of view, however, the doll seemingly came alive.
"Who the fuck are you?" the doll screeched.
"I thought you guys only said three sentences." Tyler said, frowning in confusion.
"Well, I'm new and improved." the doll shrugged. "Now get me back to Andy-"
Chucky stopped himself, looking to the side in deep thought.
Wait a minute. I have a new body, and I haven't told anyone my secret yet.
Chucky wasn't sure if this would even work, about revealing his secret to someone else. But then again, the ticking time clock of him turning human seemed to be reset every time he got a new body, so why not?
"Eh, forget about Andy." Chucky told Tyler. "What's your name kid?"
"I'm Tyler, what's yours?" Tyler said joyfully.
"Chucky, but my real name is Charles Lee Ray." Chucky introduced himself. "Hey, you wanna play a game?"
"Sure! What is it?"
"It's called, 'Hide the soul'." Chucky cruelly smiled. "And guess what? You're it."
When Shelton said they were going down range, an indoor shooting range was not what Andy thought he meant. Yet there they were, shooting at paper targets against a concrete wall. Having never shot a gun before, Andy should've expected that his shots wouldn't be perfect. What he didn't expect though, was the fact that he wasn't even hitting the paper at all, as evident when he pressed the button to bring it.
Andy frowned, took off his foam ear plugs, and approached Whitehurst, just as everyone else finished firing at their own paper targets.
"Hey Whitehurst, what am I doing wrong?" Andy asked.
"Fuck all if I know." Whitehurst shrugged. "Maybe you should ask De Silva."
Andy nodded, and walked over to De Silva, who just pulled her paper target off the rack. As Barclay stared down at it, there were three bullet holes grouped together, all near the bullseye.
"Is there anything you can't do?" Andy asked, clearly impressed.
"Can't seem to get out of this shithole." De Silva smirked.
"Think you can give me a few pointers?" Andy asked hopefully.
"Yeah sure." De Silva shrugged, and the two walked back over to where Barclay laid his rifle down. "We better be quick though, Shelton wants us outside in about five minutes."
Andy nodded, and he quickly got set up, while De Silva prepared another paper target.
"Now, shoulders low, hand wrapped around the barrel… both eyes open, stay on target…" De Silva listed off. "Keep your booger hook off the trigger until you're ready to fire… take a deep breath, and exhale slowly, as you squeeze the trigger, don't pull it."
Barclay did everything as instructed, squeezing the trigger and watching as a bullet tore through the edge of the paper target.
"You're not concentrating." De Silva smirked, and stepped off to the side.
"You know, it was nice what you did for us back at formation." Andy told her, taking his eyes off the target for a moment.
"Well, Shelton's a dick." De Silva shrugged. "He likens himself to a drill sergeant, and expects everyone to treat him as such."
"So I gathered." Barclay laughed, before focusing back on the target and firing another shot. This time, the bullet travelled closer to the target, though still not hitting inside the circle.
"Are you sure we have to play this game?" Tyler asked. On Chucky's command, he was laying on his back under the stairs, with Chucky's hand over his head. "Why not just hide and seek?"
"Because this is better!" Chucky insisted. "Trust me, you'll love it!"
Before Chucky could even begin his chant to Damballa, he heard footsteps, and Colonel Cochran rounded a corner. In an instant, Chucky reverted back to being a normal doll, and let his body fall backwards.
"Tyler, what are you doing on the floor, and with a children's toy?" Cochran asked.
"Charles and I were playing hide the soul!" Tyler told him.
"We don't play with dolls, do we Tyler? Dolls are for girls." Cochran scolded the boy.
"But Charles is my friend til the end!" Tyler protested.
"Tyler, you know better than to talk back to a superior officer."
"Yes sir." Tyler sulked, looking down at the floor.
"Clean yourself up. I'll take care of this." Cochran reached down and grabbed the doll by the hair. "I don't have time for this, I need to make preparations for the annual war games."
As the colonel began walking away, Chucky left Tyler with one cheerful phrase, using his Good Guy voice.
"I'll be back!"
Andy, De Silva, Whitehurst, and the platoon found themselves marching towards a field to practice presenting arms.
"I'm a steamroller, baby!" (I'm a steamroller, baby!)
"And I'm rolling on down the line." (And I'm rolling on down the line.)
"I'm a steamroller, baby!" (I'm a steamroller, baby!)
"And I'm rolling on down the line." (And I"m rolling on down the line.)
"So you better get out of my way now." (So you better get out of my way now.)
"Before I roll all over you." (Before I roll all over you.)
"Before I break your heart in two." (Before I break your heart in two.)
"With a little, a little, a little rock and roll." (With a little, a little, a little rock and roll.)
"You get that weapon up, Barclay!" Shelton screamed, forcing Andy to raise his arm a little bit higher. "Platoon, halt! Left, face!"
The platoon and Andy turned towards the left, and stood at attention.
"New boy, fall out!"
Confused, Barclay looked around, until Ellis came up behind him.
"FALL OUT!"
Ellis slapped Andy upside the head, and he hurriedly stepped out of formation and stood to the side.
"Order… arms!"
The platoon shifted their rifles to touching the ground.
"Port… arms!"
Everyone proceeded to position the rifles diagonal from their bodies, and hold them with both hands.
"Right shoulder! Move!"
As the platoon carried out Shelton's orders, Andy tried his best to mimic them, but with sloppy results. As Brett repeated the right shoulder command, Barclay turned his head in that direction, where he saw Colonel Cochran walking towards a garbage truck. In his hands, was the red haired Good Guy doll.
Andy's pupils dilated, just like before, and he began hearing a roar in his ears again. He somehow kept hold of his rifle, but it was now pointed at Cochran, or rather, the doll. Even from far away, Andy could have sworn… did the doll just wink?
Barclay's blood turned to ice, vaguely remembering the last time Chucky barged into his life. Back then, he was an eight year old boy, and Chucky had tied him to the bed of his foster home. His words still echoed in his mind.
"I got a new game to play, sport! It's called 'Hide the Soul'. And guess what? You're it!"
"BARCLAY!"
Andy jumped a mile out of his skin, dropping his rifle as he was brought back to reality.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Shelton screamed. "Pointing your weapon at the Colonel, then dropping it like it's a god damned baton! What is your fucking malfunction?!"
"S-sorry." Andy stammered. "I'm just not familiar with guns, sir."
"Did you just call this a gun?" Brett snickered. "Hey battle, come here!"
"Sir!" Major Ellis approached the two.
"Why don't you break it down, Barney style, and show him the difference between a rifle and a gun?"
Ellis smirked, grabbing the rifle, as well as putting a hand under his crotch.
"This is my rifle, this is my gun. This is for shooting, and this is for fun!"
Every time Ellis said the rifle or gun, he would raise the rifle, or cup his groin area, earning a disgusted look from Whitehurst.
"A soldier's rifle is his best friend." Shelton told Andy, while taking the rifle back. "Hell, I'll go far as to say your weapon is like your dick! Now you remember that, new boy!"
Shelton shoved the rifle back into Barclay's hands, causing him to become even more flustered.
Colonel Cochran strolled on over to the garbage truck, carelessly tossing the Good Guy into the dumpster and waving to the garbage man to empty it. The worker complied, and the truck's crane lifted the dumpster, and the contents spilled into the back.
"Shit!" Chucky roared with anger, but then noticed that a woman was in the truck with him. "Tiff?"
"Hey, Chucky." Tiffany smiled, while holding onto a plastic bag.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"This place is like Fort fucking Knox." Tiffany protested. "I didn't know of any other way to get to you."
"You didn't have to!" Chucky yelled. "In about a day or two, I'd be in a new body!"
"Hey, speaking of that, how's it going with that Andy kid?" Tiffany asked. "I see you're still a red haired midget."
"Oh yeah, change of plans." Chucky shrugged. "I'm going after someone else."
"Why? I thought Andy was the first person you revealed yourself to."
"But I have a new body." Chucky reasoned. "And if my time until I become human resets, then why not the person I reveal my secret to as well?"
"That… kinda makes sense." Tiffany thought. "But how are we going to get out of here?"
"I have an idea…" Chucky smirked.
The garbage worker began driving off, when all of a sudden, he heard two people screaming.
"Help, mister! We're in here!"
"Please! Get us the fuck out of here!"
The garbage man quickly stopped the truck, and climbed onto the top.
"Hold on, I'm coming!"
"Tiff, now's our chance!"
Tiffany nodded, and she and Chucky stealthily exited the back of the truck, just as the garbage man jumped into the sea of trash.
"Come on, make some noise!" the garbage man yelled. "I can't hear you!"
"And you won't." Tiffany snickered, opening the door to the truck and pushing a lever.
"You know what they say…" Chucky cackled. "One man's trash…"
"Is another man's treasure." Tiffany finished, grinning like a psycho.
The poor garbage man didn't know what was going on, until the backloader slowly began to close, and the crusher whirred to life.
"Oh God!" the garbage man gasped, crawling towards the opening that was rapidly being shut. "Please, don't!"
His plea fell on deaf ears, and he stuck his arm out in a vain attempt to keep the backloader open. The steel slab easily ripped the limb off, and the garbage man was torn apart by the garbage crusher.
Across the field, the platoon heard a distant scream, and Barclay quickly recognized it coming from the garbage truck. As it happened, so did Shelton.
"Platoon, fall out!"
The entire platoon and Andy rushed over towards the garbage truck, where Shelton climbed in and deactivated the crusher. De Silva inspected the side, dropping her rifle and raising her hands to her mouth in horror, seeing a trail of blood. Barclay's eyes followed the blood, all the way to the top of the truck, and what he saw mortified him. Resting on top of the backloader, was a bloodied, gloved, disembodied arm.
Andy felt sick, and it took everything he had not to throw up right then and there. Receiving the package of the Good Guy doll earlier, seeing Cochrane throw it in the trash, and now the garbage man was dead shortly after… it couldn't be a coincidence.
Chucky and Tiffany hid in the shadows behind the academy, waiting for Andy and his platoon to leave.
"Alright, cut the shit." Chucky snapped. "Why are you really here?"
"To get you this." Tiffany told him, reaching into the bag and pulling out a Good Guy doll. It looked similar to Chucky, but was heavily scarred, and crudely stitched together.
"Is that-" Chucky was about to ask, but was interrupted.
"I found pieces of your old body, back at the factory." Tiffany explained. "I cleaned up the pieces as best I could, and put them together."
"And why are you giving me this?"
"Because when I had that crane lift your body up and spill some blood into the vat of wax, I think every doll has a little bit of your blood into it."
"So all I have to do is wake them up." Chucky smirked. "Just think. Having my own cult… or an army of me's."
"Exactly!" Tiffany exclaimed, while grinning. Chucky laughed darkly, before setting the doll on the ground.
"Ade due Damballa, AWAKE!"
A clap of thunder was heard, lightning struck, and the scarred doll's eyes blinked open.
"What the fuck?" the scarred doll asked, sitting up and seeing the normal looking doll. "Who are you?"
"I'm you, asshole." Chucky said. "The original you."
"But we're both alive." the scarred Chucky said, confused. "How is this possible?"
"Guess a piece of us is in every doll." the original Chucky shrugged.
"So, why did you wake me up?" the scarred doll asked, looking between Chucky and Tiffany.
"Well…" Chucky looked up for a moment. "In case this body gets destroyed, we'll have another."
"Sounds good to me."
"Uh, Chucky?"
"Yes?"
Both dolls turned towards Tiffany.
"Okay, I think I'll call you Scarface." the blonde pointed to the deformed doll.
"Scarface? You fucking with me?"
"I saw it in a movie." Tiffany shrugged. "Anyway, Scarface and I can hang back for now."
"Good call." Chucky nodded. "Even though there's no cameras, the damn place is sealed tighter than a nun's panties."
The three serial killers laughed at the joke, before Tiffany and Scarface left under the cover of darkness, while Chucky went to confront Andy Barclay.
A/N: I'll be honest, I probably should have written in for Andy and the entire platoon to do push ups for what was perceived as pointing his rifle at Colonel Cochrane, because that's what I remembered happened when someone pointed their weapon at a drill sergeant's face. Then again, this chapter was already long enough as it is. It was fun putting in all of their old quotes from basic though, like "Hey battle, come here!" or "Let's break it down, Barney style." Hell, one of the drills even said "Your weapon is like your dick" when telling us to never lose it. Good times.