How did it come to this? One moment, she was home getting ready to go to bed. Barely laying her head down and closing her eyes. A strange tingling sensation set in the second her eyelids shut. Now, she was laying on the ground of a strange place that she had never seen before. It looked like a weird campsite that her Mom would never let her go to as a child. Mostly out of fear of her getting ticks or worse. Her mouth turned down in a frown as she started looking around. Unsure of what to make of the place that she just woke up in. Aside, from the fact that it was clearly abandoned years ago. The buildings were run down and dirty as all out. Some were missing shingles, had broken windows, and one of the cabins seemed to be missing a door entirely.
Part of her thought it was just a strange dream like two years ago. Where Freddy had attacked her in a boiler room. But he was still in prison. Never to be able to touch her or anyone she knew again. Yet, Kathryn couldn't shake the uneasiness that ran through her. As if she might be wrong about where Freddy might be. Pushing those feelings aside, she started walking. Hoping that she could find someone to help her go home.
Or at least tell her where she was.
After walking for around twenty minutes, she finally came to a road. Pausing as she tried to think of where she might be. Before she could properly question where she heard a snapping sound to the side of her. Turning, she thought that she might see an animal or something. Instead, she didn't see anything. Just empty space. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she turned back to the road. Unsure of what to make of the noise. Or if she should just run from it or not. A second later, there was a strange high laughter behind her. Instead of turning to check it out, she bolted as fast as she could across the road. Not caring how much it hurt her bare feet. All she knew is that she shouldn't stay around for whomever was laughing their ass off. As it sounded absolutely unhinged. Like someone else that she feared from her past. Soon as she felt that she was far enough away, she slowed her running to see where she was. Finding herself even more lost than she originally was. Kathryn groaned at this realization as she pressed her palms over her eyes. In a soft voice, she muttered,"Good going Kathryn. Make yourself even more lost than you already are."
"Running into the woods by yourself, great plan.",she added. Removing her hands from her eyes, she looked around. Hearing the horrible high-pitched laughter again. This time much closer than the last. Her heart rate picked up as she looked around for the source of it. Unsure of whether it was really someone laughing or just all in her head. Turning towards the source, she called,"Hello? Who's there?"
Suddenly the laughter stopped as quickly as it had come. An eerie silence hanging in the air like a heavy smothering blanket. One that was slowly growing more and more suffocating as she heard nothing back. Looking up, Kathryn called,"Hey! If someone's out there, this isn't fucking funny! Come out already and show yourself!"
Nothing but silence answered her. Part of her started to think that maybe she was hearing things. And that there was nothing out there. Taking a deep breath, she turned to sprint back to the road. Head down it until she found someone to help her. Soon as her back was turned, there was an odd shuffling noise going on behind her. Like someone was running through the grass behind her. Turning to face whatever it was, she came face to face with...a doll? Redheaded one that was roughly the size of a toddler. Wearing a brightly colored rainbow sweatshirt and overalls. Big blue eyes that were staring up at her in an uncomfortable manner. That's all it was though. A stupid little doll that definitely hadn't been there before. So who in the Hell left it there? Kathryn glanced around as she took a step closer to the weird-looking doll. Kneeling down, she grabbed it under its armpits to get a good look at it. Examining his face as she said,"Okay. Weird laughter, weird doll. Waking up in basically a horror movie set in just your pajamas."
"This is by far the weirdest day of your life, Kathryn.",she muttered to herself. Looking the little doll in the eyes, she asked,"It can't get any worse can it little dude?"
The doll merely stared up at her with its glassy blue eyes. A moment later, it said,"I like to be hugged."
That phrase was sort of familiar. The doll started looking more and more familiar as she stared at it. Raising an eyebrow, she noticed the little writing on its overalls. This little thing in her hands was a genuine 'Good Guy' doll. One that she heard of when she was around five or so. Mostly rumors from other classmates about one coming to life and killing a kid. She honestly couldn't remember who or why. That it was just around nine years after it had happened. Staring at the doll in her hands, she said,"A Good Guy doll."
"Like my life can't get any weirder.",she added. As she stared at the doll, it just sat there staring blankly at her. Big lifeless eyes unblinking as it looked at her. Then it said,"Hi, my name is Chucky. And I'm your friend to the end. Hidey-ho! Ha ha ha!"
Shaking her head, she sighed as she knelt down and carefully set the doll back down. Standing up, she sighed,"Of course that's your name. It couldn't have been anything else in the world but that stupid killer doll's name."
"Out of all the dolls in the world, I find one like the urban legend.",she added. As she turned to leave the doll, it blinked as it tilted its head to the side. Mouth pulling up in a little grin as it got to its feet. It, or rather he reached into the front of his overalls. Retrieving a decent-sized knife as he stared up at her. Laughing that horrible laugh from earlier as she backed away from him. Chucky took a step forward for each step she took back. With a chuckle, he said,"Urban legend? No, girlie. I'm far from an urban legend."
"Now, where the Hell am I and who the Hell are you?",Chucky demanded. Kathryn stared at him blankly for a moment. Unsure of what to make of him. Quickly snapping out of it, she answered,"My name is Kathryn Krueger and I don't know where we are. I just woke up here like an hour or so ago."
"...great just fucking great.",the doll muttered. Laying the knife blade flatly on his hand as he tapped his foot against the ground. Thinking something over as he stared up at her. Frowning, he held out his knife at her as he demanded,"Alright. Here's how this goes. You help me get to where I want to go and I let you live."
"Got it, Kathryn?",he questioned. Raising an eyebrow at him, she shook her head as she took another step back. Causing the doll to roll his eyes as he watched her move back another step. Fully intending on running at her before she ran at him. Swinging her leg far back and feeling the wind be knocked out of him when her foot made contact with his chest. Sending him flying backward a couple of feet. Landing on his back as he let go of his knife as well. Feeling dazed as he laid there. Kathryn took this opportunity to run back the way she had come. Being extra careful to not trip as she headed back to the road and down it. Hoping to get far enough away before the serial killer could gather himself and give proper chase.