Andy Barclay watched as his wife slept in their bed. She was passed out drunk and Andy felt fine. Actually it was quite the opposite. He felt fine in the drunk sense, but he did not feel fine in the mental sense. Chucky was in his head. Andy wanted to take the Good Guy Doll job, so if Chucky were to be alive then he would kill him before any terror instilled. Andy felt that Chucky was dead, but in his head he was alive.
"Let's play Andy!"
Andy jumped at the sudden words in his head, and realized that it was just his brain talking. He went into the living room and noticed it was 11:50. Tina and Timmy were out, and Emma was asleep. Ryan moved down the road and he visited often. Andy went into the garage and brought out an unopened bottle of Fireball Whiskey and started gulping down the bottle as if it were an energy drink after he played football for three hours non stop in eighty degree weather.
"Boo Andy!"
Andy jumped again at the voices in his head. He threw the empty bottle down on the ground so it would shatter and yelled out loud. Andy was tired of it. For years he could never find peace with himself. Chucky was in his head and there was no way to get rid of it. No way. Well, there was one way and Andy would not dare think of it. He started to cry a little as he realized his life was a mess. He had a great family, and he just got a great job opportunity. But Andy Barclay was a real nut job inside his head.
"Andy"
This time it was Jamie. He looked up at her with the tears in his eyes and she immediately hugged him.
"Andy. I thought you'd be happy with your new job and all?"
"I am Jamie, it's just that... for years I thought Mom killed Chucky, again. Then he came back. The last time we made sure he died but.. well he's back now. Not in physical form, but in my head."
Jamie nodded and knew how he felt. She hugged him as Andy cried into her shoulder. Andy had always wanted a peaceful life without a killer doll there to ruin it, but Andy would not earn one. Not for a while.