That bitch kicked him. Straight up fucking kicked him like he was a football. None of his other victims had kicked him before. It was just as surprising as it was painful. And it took him a little while to gain his senses as he slowly sat up. Reaching for his knife, he muttered,"Oh, that bitch is so fucking dead when I catch up to her."

"Wherever the Hell she went.",he mumbled. Getting up, he brushed the dirt off of himself. Now, he was going to find another way out of this place. Chucky rolled his eyes as he put his knife back. Heading towards where he thought the woman had gone. Or try to find someone that he could easily steal a ride from to get back to town. Wherever the Hell that was. Nothing looked familiar in the slightest bit. Nor could he tell how he got there in the first place. At least there was one nice thing about this whole freaky situation. He had all his limbs intact, wasn't missing an eye anymore, and wasn't scarred up either. Whatever brought him there had seemingly fixed everything that Andy had-Andy. The Hell was that fucker? Last time he saw him, he was on his way to that psychiatric hospital. While Chucky'd been forced to wait in the living room. Briefly tortured by his former foster sister, Kyle. She had hit him in the face with a hammer a few times before he blacked out. A strange sensation having gone over him as he passed out. Right until he was in that abandoned camp site.

Following after that brunette as fast as he could. Sure, playing around with her wasn't the wisest thing in the world. But he couldn't really resist a little scare. Especially, after being powerless and tormented for so long. Even if he did kind of deserve it for what he'd done. Shoving those thoughts aside, he soon found himself back at the camp. Looking for anything to use to get the Hell out of there. At this point, he'd use a stupid tricycle. Few moments later, he heard the sounds of someone running and quickly hid himself under a cabin. Just in time to watch a rather tall dude run past his hiding spot and into a nearby cabin. Moments later, a shorter man ran past his spot. One that was horribly burned. In the ugliest stripped sweater that he'd ever seen in his life. Considering Chucky's own sweater, that was saying a shit ton. The burned man slowed to a stop as he looked around for, someone. His best guess was the large dude that just ran past. Chucky quickly noticed that one of his hands had a freaky glove on it. With blades on the tips of four of his fingers.

And he thought he was weird. It made him seem a lot less so in comparison. And he made no moves to get closer to the burned-up freak. The smell coming off of him was almost strong enough deterrent on its own. As was the blades on his fingertips.

Instead, he chose to examine the burned man from the safety of his hiding spot. Watching as he started checking most of the cabins for the tall dude. For a few minutes at least. Then he turned and headed out of the campsite. Mumbling something much too low for Chucky to catch or even begin to give a damn about. As soon as he was gone, the tall dude came out of his hiding spot. Looking frightened as anyone should have been in that kind of situation. Narrowing his eyes, he watched the tall dude search around the camp grounds. Being as quiet as he could manage as he followed after the tall dude. Who quickly found an ax in what looked like a mess hall, one that Chucky regretted not finding for himself. As he was feeling his usual knife wasn't going to do much for this situation. He frowned as he watched the tall dude head out of the mess hall. Debating whether or not it would be wise to follow after him or not. Deciding that it was wiser to keep on his tail. At a much more suitable distance than he did with Kathryn. Wanting to avoid a repeat of a few hours ago as he tried to keep pace.

As he walked, Clay kept an eye out for that burned up man from earlier. Along with the young woman, possibly named Kathryn, he'd seen running earlier. He didn't want to leave her here in case that burned monster somehow caught up with her. Wherever the Hell she managed to run to. While he walked, Clay gripped the ax tighter. Until his knuckles turned white from the effort of keeping a grip on it. As he headed toward the road he'd seen earlier. Soon as he got near it, he spotted two figures making their way down the road. One immediately was recognizable as the young woman from earlier. And some bearded guy that he hadn't ever seen before. Though, he looked sort of familiar to him. Like he'd seen his face in something before but couldn't think of where. When the pair got closer, they looked a little weary. For a second, he didn't understand why and realized it was probably thanks to the ax in his hand. Putting a hand up, he said,"It's okay. I'm-i'm not here to hurt either of you."

"I saw you earlier and I wanted to help you out.",he added. Setting the ax down carefully to show that he wasn't a threat. The pair turned to each other before staring back at him. And the girl, possibly named Kathryn, took a step closer to him. She asked,"What's your name?"

"Clay Miller.",he answered. Both of them seemed to recognize his name. Probably, from the news report they did on him years ago. It made him and Whitney semi-famous for about nine months or so. Ignoring this, he asked,"Is your name Kathryn?"

"How in the Hell do you know my name?",she questioned. Kathryn stared at him in confusion for a moment. The bearded man quickly stepped out in front of her. Using his body to shield hers as he looked over his shoulder at her. Then, back at Clay. Clay answered,"I was trying to catch up to you earlier and this..this burned up guy stopped me. He mentioned your name before he tried to attack me."

She froze when he mentioned burned up guy. And he guessed that she definitely knew who the Hell this guy was. Picking up the ax, he asked,"Take it you know him?"

"Y-yeah...he tried to kill me two years ago.",she answered. Vaguely, he remembered hearing about that. Where a girl had been attacked in her home by some killer. He'd stabbed her friend to death in her house and had burned another house down. This was odd. Clay was a little surprised that she was here of all places. As he remembered hearing that she lived in Maine or something. Glancing the bearded man over, he asked,"Who're you?"

"Andy Barclay.",he answered. Another person he'd heard of in the news when he was a kid. The one who was being tormented by the 'Killer Good Guy'. Taking a step toward them, Clay asked,"You're the dude who had that killer 'Good Guy' after him, right?"

"You're that Andy Barclay?",Kathryn questioned. Looking as if it finally hit her who the man next to her was. Andy nodded his head at this, as he glanced back at her. Then he turned his gaze back to Clay as he kept his body in front of Kathryn's. Obviously not trusting that Clay wasn't going to hurt her or himself as he did so. Andy asked,"You're the Clay Miller who survived that massacre years ago, right?"

When Clay nodded his head that he did, Andy asked,"You know the way back to town then, right?"

"Yeah. We got to keep going down this road for thirty minutes.",Clay answered. Pointing ahead of them, as he explained. Both of them glanced down the road as Andy grabbed Kathryn's left hand. Keeping a gentle grip on hers, he turned them around as he said,"Good. We need to get there and get in contact with the police."

"There's more than one killer in those woods.",Andy added. Making sure to not walk too fast that Kathryn couldn't follow him. And making sure that Clay was keeping pace with them as they headed towards what he hoped was safety. Since he was the only one out of the three of them that was armed. Though, he doubted that the ax would do much against the hockey-masked guy. Since he heard from the news how much it took to properly kill him. Clay glanced at the forest as he followed after the pair. Unsure of what to make of the news just told to him. It was bad enough that he'd seen one creepy man after them. Now, there was a who even knows amount after them. He carefully set the ax against his shoulder as they headed down the road. Keeping his eyes peeled as they moved. Part of him hoping they could make it into town before anyone caught up to them.

He was alive, whole, and back in Camp Crystal Lake. The place that he'd hated as a child and grew to consider home. Well, sort of home. If he was being honest. It was slightly better than home had been. Since Mama didn't make a lot of money at her job. But Jason didn't mind. All that mattered to him was that he had her. And they were happy...for a while at least. Then they killed her. Took the only person that mattered to him in the world before his very eyes.

But he made them pay. Killed them all one by one and anyone else who came to the camp. Except for her. The pretty girl who looked so much like Mama when she was happier. When times were better. Simpler. He kept her around thanks to her reminding him of Mama. Keeping them both fed wasn't hard. Despite how easily frightened she was of him, she stayed quiet. Only ever made a fuss when he did something to scare her without thinking. Jason wished she was there. Sure, she wasn't Mama. Just having her around made things less scary. Her presence was kind of strangely soothing in that aspect. Even if he didn't entirely know why.

Shoving those thoughts aside, he kept walking back to camp. Wondering if he'd find the bearded man he'd spotted earlier. One who managed to easily escape him despite how he ran after him. Part of him wanted to go after him. But he figured he should check the camp first. Make sure that no one was there to cause problems. Mama wouldn't want those horrible teenagers there. Or their nasty ways. Another child could possibly die if he let them stay there. Like he almost did. There was no way he could just leave the camp without inspecting it. Jason hurried into the camp grounds as fast as he could. Feeling somewhat relieved that it didn't look that different. Sure, it had a few signs of being even more run down than it had before, but other than that it was good. He let out a sigh of relief as he headed towards the mess hall to be entirely sure. When he got there, he noticed something laying in the middle of the place. It looked like a weird doll.

Getting closer to it, he noticed it was indeed a doll. Redheaded with a stripped rainbow sweatshirt and overalls. Picking it up, he tilted his head to the side. How in the world did this thing get here? Everything else in camp was dirty, old, and run down. Yet, this doll was perfectly new looking. Pristine plastic and not one speck of dirt or dust. He stared into the doll's lifeless eyes as he wondered how in the world it got there.

While Jason stared at him, Chucky internally was freaking out. Doing his best to keep his doll impression up as the giant stared at him. He knew there was absolutely no way that he'd be able to fight this guy. Kathryn? Sure. Andy? Older or not, he'd get him. This freak? Not a snowball's chance in Hell. Chucky knew full well he was better off pretending to be a toy and hoping this guy would let him go soon. Then he could go find that Kathryn chick and hopefully get a way out of this dump. Yet, the giant man wasn't letting him down. Nor did it seem like he was going to anytime soon. And he wasn't in the mood to wait for him to let him down. Racking his brain, he tried to think of how to get him to set him down. Then, it hit him. He stared at the masked man and he twirled his head around in a complete circle. Once he was facing the weirdo again, he said,"Hi, I'm Chucky. And I'm your friend to the end. Hidey-ho! Ha ha ha."

Sometimes that would be enough to startle folks. Creep them out enough to drop him. This guy wasn't scared in the slightest. Instead, he seemed to be more interested. Tilting his head to the side, he examined Chucky's face over. Great. Just what he needed. Some weirdo who actually liked that trick. He debated just kicking him and talking in his normal voice. But he doubted that would really help him in the long run or keep him from getting beat. His thought process was interrupted as the man shoved him under his arm and started walking out of the mess hall. Making him mentally groan as he continued to walk around the camp grounds. Seemingly looking for something or someone that Chucky didn't particularly care for.

There she was. His precious little Kitty. Looking just as beautiful as he remembered her being. Of course, she wouldn't have changed much. It'd only been two years since he'd last seen her. Her hair had changed a little. Gotten a bit shorter since then. And she'd gotten a little thinner as well. Not entirely good but not terrible either. He watched as she walked with two men down the road. One of which he'd chased earlier. Now, he had an ax on him.

The other he'd never seen before.

Nor did he care to know. All he cared about was getting his daughter back. Teach her a lesson that she wouldn't forget. Play with her after. After all, she was Daddy's precious baby. And they'd been apart for far too long. He kept hidden as he followed after the trio. Glaring at the man holding his little girl's hand as they walked down the road. Not liking how observant the one with the ax was as he scanned the woods. Grateful that the tall man hadn't noticed him just yet. He'd have to get rid of that man first before the other one. Then he'd finally have his precious little Kitty all to himself.