Tyler ran out of the forest, coming across the carnival. Not seeing a point in his protective gear, he took off the goggles and face mask, and proceeded to walk towards the security tent, seeing that a guard was just entering.
The young cadet ran into the tent, grabbing the security guard's armor as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Mister mister, you gotta help me!" Tyler exclaimed.
"What's the matter?"
"Charles! Charles is after me!"
"Who's Charles?"
"He's a Good Guy, and he wants to play hide the soul!"
"Alright, sit down." the guard told Tyler, and he did so. "You from Kent? What's your name?"
"Ronald Tyler, Private First Class, sir!" Tyler listed off, giving a salute.
"Have a seat. How about some gum, private?" the guard suggested, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a stick of gum, right next to a small gun. "Now, I know how it must hurt, when a friend does something bad to you."
"Sure does." Tyler mumbled.
"But I'll bet your friend Charles didn't mean it." the guard continued. "He probably even feels bad about it. I'll bet he's sorry."
"No he isn't." Tyler shook his head. "He wants to hurt me!"
"Nobody's going to hurt you." the guard reassured Tyler. "Hey, I know what'll cheer you up. Look what I found!"
The security guard reached behind the file cabinet and pulled out a red haired Good Guy doll, setting it in Tyler's lap. Tyler's eyes widened in fear, and he looked up, just in time to see Tiffany walk into the tent.
"Oh Chucky, look what I won at the prize table!" Tiffany gloated, holding up a black haired doll in a wedding dress.
Andy and Kristen ran through the carnival, trying desperately to find Tyler, but could barely see anything with their protective gear on. Opting to ditch the goggles and face masks, Andy looked around, finding the security tent.
"Hey. Maybe they've seen him." Andy pointed to the tent, and he and Kristen ran into the makeshift office. Once they were in there, Kristen's eyes widened, seeing the security guard with a bullet in his head.
"Oh God…" De Silva gasped, trying not to throw up. Andy simply stared at the body, at this point desensitized by Chucky's killings.
"Come on." Andy ushered, about to leave, but Kristen stopped him.
"Wait."
De Silva knelt down and pulled the security guard's revolver from its holster. After checking to see that all six bullets were in the cylinder, the two ran out of the tent, just in time to see Tyler, Chucky, Tiffany, and the scarred doll all entering a haunted house attraction called "The Devil's Lair".
"In there!" Andy shouted, and the two of them raced towards the attraction, entering via the employees only door.
Inside the Devil's Lair, Chucky and Tiffany led Tyler to a remote spot, covered in fog.
"This looks good." Chucky snickered. "Time to play. Park it!"
Tyler set Chucky on a coffin, just as the doors opened and one of the coaster cars screamed towards him.
"Duck!"
Tyler stood rooted in place, until a plastic skeleton jumped out and scared him, causing the cadet to fall through the rails. Before the car could hit him, Tyler rolled out of the way, while Tiffany laid on her stomach in the fog to not be seen.
"Dammit, kid!"
Tyler ran off, grabbing hold of a skeleton that was being pulled back mechanical into a window, as the panes shut themselves. Just as he thought he was safe, the scarred doll approached him, grinning evilly.
"Tyler!" Andy shouted, as he and De Silva walked around the ride.
"Barclay, in here!" Tyler shouted helplessly, just as the window opened back up. Before Andy could approach the boy, Tiffany emerged from the fog, preparing to stab Barclay.
"Andy, look out!" De Silva yelled, just as he turned around to see the blonde woman advance on him.
"You're not going to ruin Chucky's chance at being human again!" Tiffany screeched. Andy quickly rolled behind a gravestone, and De Silva shot Tiffany in the stomach, stopping her dead in her tracks.
"NO!"
The scarred doll leaped towards De Silva, but she easily kicked it away. The real Chucky seethed in fury, and fired his own gun, catching De Silva in the leg.
"Kristen!" Andy yelled, quickly running to her side.
"Oh God…" Kristen whimpered, seeing blood on her hand. Andy's eyes widened, and he quickly tore off his face mask and tied it around her leg to stop the bleeding.
"Here." Kristen handed Andy the revolver. "Take it. I'll be fine."
"I'll come back for you." Andy promised, before taking off after Tyler and Chucky.
Tyler ran across the attraction, ducking under the coaster cars and avoiding the steam, until he made a wrong move and got his foot stuck in a hole in the ground. As he was trying to pull himself up, Chucky climbed on top of the mound behind him.
"Yeah, you're mine now, Tyler!"
Just then, a gigantic statue of the Grim Reaper swung it's scythe downward, catching Chucky right in the face. Maybe it was because he was becoming more human, or maybe the scythe was that sharp, but somehow, Chucky's entire left face was torn off, revealing muscles and tendons, not to mention a whole lot of blood.
Tyler and Chucky screamed, for very different reasons, and the cadet finally pulled himself out of the hole. He ran around the side of a mountain of plastic bones, only to find Chucky was walking towards him. Seeing no other options, Tyler climbed up onto a winged demon, straddling it like you would a horse, just as it took off.
Andy ran through the attraction, stealing a glance at the winged demon to see that Tyler was riding it to the top of the mountain. Unfortunately, Chucky was holding onto the lower feet.
The moment Tyler dropped down onto the mountain, Chucky did so as well, prompting Andy's eyes to widen in shock.
"Tyler!" Andy yelled. "Tyler, watch out!"
Another winged demon knocked Tyler in the head, causing him to slip and bang his head against the plastic rocks. Before he could get up, Chucky inched closer to him, and pistol whipped him in the back of the head.
"Shit!" Andy cursed, and he began to climb the mountain the old fashioned way.
"This is it, kid! The end of the line!" Chucky cackled, and he began to recite the old chant to Damballa. "Ade due Damballa. Laver mercie devau shioh. Secoise entienne mais pois de muerte. Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette. Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa. Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa."
As Barclay was climbing, he slipped on a rock and fell, narrowly catching himself from being torn to shreds by a gigantic fan underneath him. Upon hearing Chucky still chanting, he got back up, and continued climbing.
"Laver mercie devau shioh. Secoise entienne mais pois de muerte. Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette. GIVE ME THE POWER, I BEG OF YOU!"
Outside, dark clouds began forming, and lightning struck down in the Devil's Lair. Andy only had just enough time to dodge the bolt by rolling his body over, before continuing his ascent towards Chucky and Tyler.
"Laver mercie devau shioh. Secoise entienne mais pois de muerte. Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette. Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa. Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa."
Andy stopped climbing, and drew his revolver, firing off a shot. Unfortunately, it didn't hit Chucky, and he continued chanting.
"Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa. Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!"
"Come on, keep both eyes, open, and hold your breath-" Barclay told himself, remembering what Kristen taught him, as he fired off another round. This time, he shot off Chucky's arm, much to the doll's annoyance.
"Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!" Chucky screamed, attempting to rush the chant.
Barclay fired off a third shot, catching Chucky square in the chest. The doll yelled in pain, falling backwards, and Andy climbed up the mountain, shaking Tyler awake.
"Tyler, you okay?" Andy asked, as Tyler's eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Yeah."
"Good. Let's get out of here." Andy told the cadet, and the two began to stop.
Suddenly, Chucky latched onto Andy's back, causing him and Tyler to fall down, with Andy holding onto Tyler so he wouldn't fall into the fan below.
"He's mine!" Chucky yelled. "The boy is mine!"
"Hold on Tyler!" Andy shouted, trying to throw Chucky off of him, but couldn't get a good grip on the doll.
"Give me the fucking kid, he's mine!" Chucky screamed.
"Barclay, here!" Tyler reached into his pants and pulled out the pocket knife. "Take it!"
Andy took his pocket knife back and flicked it open, slicing off Chucky's hand.
"No!" the doll screamed. Andy took the opportunity to push the disfigured Good Guy off of him, sending him crashing into the fan below.
"NOOOOO!"
Barclay pulled Tyler back up the mountain, just in time to see Chucky shredded in pieces. As pieces of the Good Guy doll were thrown about the place, with blood spraying everywhere, Andy held onto Tyler, keeping him from falling.
Even though Chucky was defeated, Andy knew he would eventually come back. Somehow, someway, he always comes back...