One year later

Nica Pierce stared intently at the puzzle in front of her. Ever since she had been committed to Lochmoor Asylum, the only activity left for her to do was just fitting pieces into a larger picture. A tiny smile played at the corner of her lips, and she fitted another piece, with the larger picture beginning to look more like the deer that the box illustration suggested.

"Nica, you have a visitor." Nica looked up, seeing a man with silver hair and a gray beard. She knew him well, most the patients knew him as Doctor Foley. The doctor smiled, grabbing the handles on her wheelchair and led her to the visitation room, where she found herself staring at a man who appeared no more than ten years older than herself, and having an unshaven beard. If she was honest, he wasn't that bad looking.

"Nica, this is Andy Barclay. He said he was going to interview you." Foley continued.

"Are you alright if we talk alone?" Barclay asked. "I seriously doubt she's capable of attacking me."

"I understand, Mister Barclay." Foley replied, stepping outside. "I'll be right out here."

"Thank you, Doctor." Andy nodded in appreciation, before turning his attention back to Nica. "I know who you are. Do you know who I am?" Nica stared at Barclay, eyes wide.

"You're the boy who got that Chucky doll in 1988!" Pierce gasped. Andy smirked, looking down.

"My reputation precedes me. At least I'm not the only one who's researched the other." Andy winked. "It was a birthday gift from my mother. She just wanted to make me happy. But then my babysitter fell out of the kitchen window, and landed onto a car several stories below."

"And what do you know about me?" Nica asked, with skepticism in her voice.

"Mostly what the papers said about the trial." Andy replied, looking aimlessly at the table. "And a newspaper clipping detailing that on the night Charles Lee Ray died, he had kidnapped your mother, Sarah Pierce, and stabbed her in the stomach while she was still pregnant. But I want to hear what happened from your side."

"My mother and I had received that doll in the mail." Nica recounted what had happened those fateful nights. "We had thought it was a joke, so Mom threw it in the trash. Later that night, I heard screaming, but once I finally got to the ground floor, my mother was already dead, seemingly stabbing herself with scissors. The next morning, my sister and her family arrived with a priest and their nanny. My niece, Alice, found Chucky, and we began to make chili for dinner. I'm not sure what happened, but at some point, Chucky mixed some type of poison in Father Frank's bowl, because I found out later that while he was driving home, he got into a terrible crash that caused him to lose his head and hand."

"Rat poison, to be exact." Barclay interrupted. "But yeah, continue."

"Later that night, Barb and I were watching old home videos, to remember when our mom was happy." Nica said. "We actually saw Charles in one of the videos, but had no idea who he was at the time. While Barb went to tuck Alice into bed, I called the post office about the doll, and they told me it was part of police evidence lockup. So, I looked up 'Chucky Doll Evidence' on my laptop, and found articles of multiple homicides in Chicago, Kent Military Academy, Hackensack, Niagra Falls, and Los Angeles."

"All done by Chucky." Andy confirmed. "I was there for Chicago and Kent, and then he moved on to someone else."

"Can we get back to that in a second?" Nica asked, and Andy's response was a small nod. "Thanks. Anyway, I tried to warn Barb about the doll, but she didn't listen. The power was knocked out, which come to think of it, might have been Chucky's doing, so I had to force myself up the stairs. The next time I saw my sister, she had her eye gouged out, and her corpse fell down the stairs of the attic. Chucky stood at the top, taunting me, and I had to use the backup wheelchair, where I soon found the nanny, Jill, electrocuted to death. Alice was nowhere to be seen, and I woke up Ian, alerting him to what was going on. While he went to find his daughter, I had to stay in the garage, where Chucky tried to kill me by starting the car's engine. Ian arrived, just in time, but he thought that because I was holding a hatchet, I was the one who killed Barb and Jill. He strapped me to my chair and began looking over footage from the nanny cam that he put in Chucky's pocket. He found out too late that the doll really was alive, and Chucky killed him."

"Leaving just you." Andy concluded. "Clearly, you fended him off, or you wouldn't be here." Nica smiled, taking it as a compliment.

"It was one Hell of a fight, though." Nica grimaced. "He pushed me over the balcony, destroying my wheelchair, and then explained who he was, and why he killed my family. Once the police finally arrived, all they saw was me, holding a bloody knife, while everyone else was dead. The doll had ran to a corner and decided to play dead."

"Because who else are they going to blame?" Andy asked sarcastically.

"The trial was over pretty quickly, but I at least got one last biting remark at him before I was wheeled off." Nica grinned, but then a look of worry passed over her face. "But now… Alice is alone, and she must think I killed her parents…" Nica was about to cry, until Andy placed his hand on top of her own.

"Nica, your niece is alright." Andy reassured her.

"You don't know that." Nica tried saying.

"I do." Andy insisted. "Because she's with a good friend of mine." Nica looked up, confused.

"Who?" Nica asked.

"I knew a guy at Kent Academy. His name is Ronald Tyler." Andy told her. "After we heard what had happened, and that Chucky somehow tracked her down to her other grandmother's home, Tyler was the better of us who could fill out adoption papers, given that he now works at the academy. Don't worry, she's safe with him."

"Why would he go after her?" Nica asked, fearful. "She's only nine years old!"

"My best guess would be to use her." Andy explained. "The reason Chucky chased me on three separate occasions is because he wanted to transfer his soul into my body, so that he could kill again and not be suspected. He would probably go after your niece for the same reason, he went after Tyler because of that, but there's just one problem."

"Which is?" Nica asked.

"From what I've read on whatever shit Chucky does, he can only transfer his soul into the first person he revealed his true self to." Andy spelled it out. At first, Nica looked confused, but then, it hit her.

"You." She said, matter of factly.

"Exactly." Andy agreed. "Therefore, when he tried the chant on Alice, it didn't work. I guess that's why he showed up as a doll to my apartment… but it doesn't matter. I blew the bastard's head off, and threw away the remains." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Foley stepped back in.

"I'm sorry, Mister Barclay, but your time is up." Foley announced, beginning to wheel Nica away. Pierce looked back for a moment, and saw Andy smile.

"Don't worry, I'll help you get out." Andy promised, standing up and leaving the asylum. They had only known each other officially for a day, but they already began having feelings for one another, possibly because they were both plagued by Chucky, or rather, Andy and Nica understood each other. One thing was for certain, it wouldn't be the last time the two would see each other.