2017
Zap. That's all Nica could think of, as she felt volts of electricity run through her body. Zap.
"I thought she was paralyzed." One of the doctors noted, confused at her legs moving from the jolt.
"It's just the shocks." Another doctor pointed out, grabbing a needle and sticking it into her foot, long enough to cause a drop of blood to appear. "See? She's dead from the waist down." After a few more shocks, Nica's therapy ended, and she was put on a bed in the asylum's main wing, where Foley was waiting for her.
"How are you feeling?" The doctor asked.
"Terrible." Nica replied sadly. "I can still see him. In my nightmares, that scarred voice, that horrible cackle, the pleas of his victims-"
"Who's victims, Nica?" Foley asked, in a correcting tone. "Yes, the murders were real…"
"...But Chucky never was." Nica finished. "I killed my family. I see that now. It was a mask I wore, so that I wouldn't accept responsibility for what I've done."
"Nica, you have made so much progress, so I am relocating you to Harrogate." Foley announced. "Medium security. More privacy, more independence… more freedom."
"Doctor Foley, what I did was unforgivable." Nica protested. "I know, you have diagnosed me with schizophrenia, but can you honestly say my niece will see that as an acceptable excuse for making her an orphan?" Foley looked at her, dumbfounded, before finding words again.
"The van will pick you up in fifteen minutes." Foley told her, standing up and beginning to walk away. "I'd suggest you start packing." Nica helped herself into her wheelchair and made her way down to her room putting her pictures in a small box. As she opened her drawer to take some clothes, she paused, seeing a small piece of paper. Frowning, Nica grabbed the small paper and unfolded it, seeing the words "Andy Barclay", with what looked like a phone number, 1-312-217-1988. Nica frowned, beginning to remember who Barclay was. She remembered looking up Andy on the web, on the same night she murdered her family, but aside from seeing him once during a visit, she didn't know him. Come to think of it, Nica wasn't sure why he gave her his number anyway. Nevertheless, she kept the number, just in case if she ever needed it. Nica finished packing, and after a few more minutes, she was helped into the van, and was off to Harrogate.
Hours later, Nica finally arrived at Harrogate, being led to her room.
"No cameras?" Nica asked, looking around the small interior.
"It's medium security, there's more privacy." The doctor accompanying her said. "I'm Carlos, by the way. Shower's in the next room, and if you need anything, just call me."
"Thank you." Nica smiled.
"Hey, don't think we're going to be friends." Carlos quickly told her. "This is just my job. I'm not a fan of what you've done."
"I understand." Nica said sadly, looking down.
"Were you in an accident?" Carlos asked, gesturing to her being in a wheelchair.
"I was born like this." Nica explained. "The night Charles Lee Ray died, he stabbed my mother when she was still pregnant with me."
"My husband has MS, but I don't let it keep him from living his life." Carlos told her, before leaving. Nica gingerly left shortly after, where she met an older woman with blonde hair.
"Hello." The woman greeted. "Can you see me?"
"Um, yes." Nica said, confused.
"Karen!" A voice cut through the air, and a man with red hair and a bit of a beard walked over to the two women. "We can all see you!"
"Fuck off!" Karen yelled, and Glen just gave her a firm hug before she left.
"See, I can touch you." The man continued. "Now go haunt someone else."
"What was that about?" Nica asked.
"Oh, her? She believes she died in 1988." The man explained. "I'm Glen, by the way."
"Nica." Pierce replied. "I just transferred from Lochmoor."
"Wait, you're the girl-?" Glen asked, and Nica nodded. "Oh Jesus."
"Yeah, I used the Chucky legend as an excuse to murder my family." Nica murmured.
"No you didn't, Nica." Glen told her. "You didn't kill anyone. It was Chucky."
"No, I did it." Nica argued. "What do you know?"
"I know… because Chucky is my father. It's a long story." Glen explained. Nica looked at the redhead, and began giggling.
"You can't be serious." Nica laughed.
"Deadly." Glen told her, in a serious tone. "Look, we can have this conversation another time. For now, Doctor Foley is having a group therapy session." Sighing in agreement, Nica began wheeling herself into Foley's office, with Glen walking next to her, and they were forced to wait for the other patients and Doctor Foley.
Elsewhere
Andy Barclay had waited for what seemed like an hour at the restaurant, waiting for his date to show up. They had agreed to meet at seven pm sharp, and it was already seven twenty five. Finally having enough, Andy got out his cell phone and called the woman he was supposed to meet, a woman called Rachel.
"Hello?" A voice could be heard.
"Hey, Rachel. How come you're late?" Andy asked. "It's nearly been a half hour."
"I'm sorry Andy, it's just…" Rachel trailed off. "I googled you, and you have a dark past."
"I know." Andy admitted. "A few people close to me died."
"It's not a few people, Andy, it was dozens." Rachel told him. "I'm sorry, but this is just too much for me."
"I get it." Andy close his eyes for a second, letting his head hang low and he ended the call. After Barclay finished his drink and paid the small bill, he left the restaurant and drove back to his apartment.
In a different building, Rachel shut her phone off, meeting with another woman with blonde hair and wearing a red dress.
"You know, mother, we could have used him, at least to see what he knows." Rachel told the woman, who turned around and smiled.
"Now, why would we need to do that, if your father's here?" The blonde asked, raising her arm and revealing a doll with even more scars than before, with hair as red as Rachel's.
"It's amazing you were still able to bring me back, Tiff." Chucky cackled. The doll jumped down and grabbed a small black book. Taking a lighter, Chucky lit the book on fire, watching it burn. "And the secret dies with it. I'm ready now, Tiff."
"Alright sweetface." Tiffany slipped a golden amulet with a red crystal into Chucky's pocket, and the two began to leave the small basement. "I won't be gone long, honey." Tiffany and the doll left, leaving "Rachel" alone, but wearing a ear splitting grin on her face.
