Cenobite Warrior 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing (unfortunately). All rights and characters in this fic belong to their respective owners and creators. I gain no profit from this. It's purely for fun. I only own my OC's.
Note: The following is a rough outline of what was to happen in this chapter. I apologise for not being able to write the full chapter as intended, however, life has proven hectic and along with my plans to start writing original stories, I don't have the time needed to finish all my stories. I didn't want to leave them abandoned, so I decided to give a rough outline of the story's events so that you could see how it would have progressed and ended. I hope that you understand. Maybe one day I might come back and fully finish them as intended, but as that's up in the air, I thought that I'd end things this way rather than leave unfinished. Thank you for your time.
Chapter 3 (Rough Outline)
The Cenobite Warrior crew is back together…for the most part.
''What do you mean Pinhead and Kirsty aren't coming?'' Buster cried out.
Simon sighed as he read the note left behind by the couple. ''Apparently, they aren't happy that this story is taking so long. Plus, they've been promised a bigger word count from other stories, so they're wishing us the best of luck. There's also something that Kirsty was trying to explain why they might be busy over the next couple of months, but that part of the paper is dripping with snot.''
He glances over in Zeke's direction. The loveable goof was sneezing madly like he had been caught in the middle of a hayfield. ''Hey, we were fighting on an ice-ring, I'm surprised I'm the only one who caught a cold.''
Buster released a disappointed groan. ''Well, that sucks. But, I guess it's a good thing that almost all of us here are original characters, so we're stuck here until the story's end.''
''Don't remind me,'' Simon grumbled.
With the gang settled back at Buster and Simon's home, they waited around a small table for Gary Stu to return with a map of the world. He explains to them that at some point about a month ago, mysterious new slashers had begun to appear all over the world. They were not based on any source of media. While Gary has tried his best to find out how they have been created, his efforts have come short. But, he at least knows where they are originating.
''Hollywood?'' the group gasp.
Gary nodded. ''Under the famous Hollywood sign to be exact. I have tracked an unknown energy source that pulses in this area whenever a new Slasher is reported. These unique monsters are coming from there.''
''About time Hollywood started pumping out original content,'' Lindsey said.
Buster glances at the group. ''Is it just me, or can I already tell that we're acting more cynical than before?''
''The author has started a full-time job since our last chapter,'' Gary stated. ''In hospitality.''
''Oh…'' the group said in unison.
Looking down at the map, they realise that Hollywood is on the other side of the country, meaning that they'll have to fight their way through dozens of brand-new slashers if they have any chance of stopping whoever is behind this. But, they are determined to battle on and prevail. However, they find themselves already distracted as Zeke is crouched down in front of the television. Before they can drag him away from the screen, they notice an unusual advert playing.
There is a brand new toy line that is going to be the biggest thing since Barbie. Happy Harry. The human-looking dolls with smart suits and glasses were promoted as being the perfect companions for children to learn and grow. You pull their strings and they talk about taxes and the horrors of married life.
''They're like 90's sitcoms in the form of toys,'' Buster commented.
The Happy Harrys are ready to be shipped and sold in only a matter of hours with estimates of how many will be sold in the millions. While they seem relatively harmless enough, Gary Stu can't help but feel that something is amiss with how quickly these toys came about. It also didn't help that they could catch a sinister red glow in the doll's eyes.
A knock at the door catches their attention. When they open it, they are shocked to see a battered and bruised Chucky greeting them. Before he can say anything, they tackle him to the ground and draw their weapons at him.
''Whoa, whoa, I come in peace! Truce!'' Chucky said, holding up two plastic fingers.
Buster immediately released him. ''He did a sign of peace. That means we can trust me.''
''How have you survived this long?'' Simon groaned.
''Well, I technically died once. I've even got an afterlife certificate signed by Bruce Lee.'' He holds up a certificate with a shoe print left by the legendary martial artists as proof.
Once everyone has calmed down, Chucky gets up and explains his situation to the group. He's been enjoying the simple life with Tiffany since his retirement from being a slasher villain. He doesn't quite go into full details of what he and his wife have been doing to keep this story from reaching a mature rating, but he does reveal that while out looking for a new place for him and his family, he came under attack.
''Hey, you're buying a house together, congrats,'' Buster said.
Chucky shifted. ''Yeah, buy, let's call it that.''
''Who attacked you?'' Carrie asked.
''This freaky-looking doll with a serious god complex. He says how he wants to be the only toy that kids play with. I didn't even argue. You know me and kids. We go together like water and oil. Not a perfect match. Before I know it, I'm jumped by hundreds of these things and I'm forced to come to you for help. Do you know how desperate I must be to do that?''
Suddenly, the house begins to shake and that's when they all realise that Chucky never lost his attacks before he came here. The house is soon under siege by hundreds of human-like dolls that were no taller than their knees. Fighting them off, Buster and Chucky find a way to work together to defeat every one of them. When the dust is settled, Buster then goes upstairs to find that all of his toys and stuffed animals have been destroyed. Happy Harrys want to destroy every toy in the world so that they have no competition.
''Must have been created by Disney,'' Simon said.
Angered that his childhood treasures have been ripped to shreds, Buster vows to help Chucky and the two decide to form a partnership until the Happy Harrys have been defeated.
Chucky jabs his finger at Buster. ''But, we keep this hush-hush. No one must know that I asked you for help!''
''Selfie time!'' Zeke cried out, holding up his phone and getting everyone into the frame of the picture, including Chucky.
''Delete that!'' The toy yelled.
Buster and his friends find their way towards the factory where the Happy Harrys are manufactured and sneak in. Their attempts at being stealthy are thwarted very quickly and they soon find themselves set upon by an army of the devious dolls, led by the ringleader of the group, a man named Harry who has modelled the dolls after himself. With the heroes surrounded, Harry decides that this is the perfect time to give them his tragic backstory.
''Growing up, I was not allowed to play with any toys. My father refused to even have the word spoken in our house. I never fully understood him at the time, but he was jealous of them.''
''Why would anyone be jealous of toys?'' Buster asked.
''He told me that it was the reason my mother left him. She would tell him that she preferred them over him.''
Buster's eyes widened. ''Wow, we're fully going on board with this teen rating.''
Oblivious to Buster's remark, Harry continued with his tale. ''I would watch the other kids play with the latest gadgets and gizmos while I had nothing. I vowed to one day make a toy so grand and brilliant that it would be the only toy kids would play with. The Happy Harrys shall be within every household all over the world.''
Chucky stamped his foot. ''Oh, you think you've got it bad? Try being stuck inside the body of a toy for half your life.''
''I would actually like that…which is why I decided to go with a new feature for my creations.''
He waves his hand and summons another army. Miniature robots, aeroplanes and stuff animals come out of hiding; however, their appearance has been altered quite drastically. They were Frankenstein hybrids with pieces of the Happy Harry dolls stitched everywhere.
Buster and his friends try to halt the release of the Happy Harry toys into the world, but they struggle to break through the army. Even with Chucky managing to combine himself with a bunch of transformable toys, Power Rangers-style, they can't prevent Harry before the toys are shipped and about to be released to everyone waiting for one. However, when Harry checks the sales, he sees that no one has pre-order his toys and no one is interested in buying any.
''What's going on? I had a catchy advert and everything. Why is no one buying my merchandise?''
''Hold on, did you only have the one advert?'' Buster inquired.
''Well, I was planning on making more, but the budget wouldn't call for it. I figured I'd make the one, let it become a viral hit and hope for the best. Either way, there should still be kids begging their parents to buy them.''
Chucky's amused laughter rips through the warehouse. ''Seriously? You think twerps still buy toys. Hate to break it to you, actually, I don't hate to break it you to…unless you've got an Elsa or Olaf the snowman figure, kids are going to be more interested in apps and video games.''
''That's ridiculous!'' Harry shrieked. The sound of a video game silenced him. He turned and saw that Zeke was no longer fighting his army and had found more interest with a handheld console that featured dancing cinematics. Realising that his toys were not going to be sold anywhere, Harry slammed his fists against the floor in defeat. ''This isn't fair! This generation doesn't appreciate the hard work and craft that goes into making physical toys.''
''Okay, boomer.''
Harry glared at Buster. ''You did not just say that.''
''Hey, it's been five years between chapter updates. I've got a lot of memes and pop culture references to catch up on.''
''Fine, if I have to go to war with the internet, then so be it!'' Harry grabs a baseball bat and begins to smash the closest computer. Pieces are shattered and the screen is cracked in half before he finally stops and raises his arm in the air. ''Yes, I have destroyed the internet. Children won't lose their minds to the web, and will now dedicate every waking moment to my creations. I am the champion the toys of this world need.''
As he continues to smash the computer, the others watch on, almost feeling embarrassed for the villain. Though, Chucky found great amusement watching the breakdown, and even grabbed Zeke's phone to record it all.
With their work down, the group escape the warehouse and Buster wraps chains all over the building, trapping the maniacal toys inside. Satisfied with their work, Chucky parts ways, warning Buster that the next time they meet, they'll still be enemies. Buster cheerfully accepts this arrangement and bids the killer doll a happy farewell.
As the group plan on what to do next, Zeke finds something wrong with his internet explorer on his phone. The device suddenly sparks with energy and seems to be sucking him into the phone. They try to rescue Zeke, but the mysterious energy locks onto them all and they are sucked into the phone.
To Be Continued…