Andy was sitting in the passenger side of his black truck, with his old foster sister, Kyle, driving for him. It had been a long day, but they finally saw Harrogate in the distance.
"Thanks again for doing this for me." Andy told Kyle, looking at her appreciatively.
"Of course, Andy." Kyle smiled. "Anything for my old foster brother." Suddenly, Andy felt a vibration in his pocket, and frowning, he pulled out his cellphone. Oddly enough, he never gave out his number to anyone, except for Nica, Kyle, and Karen.
"Ah, what the Hell." Andy sighed, accepting the call. "Hello?"
"Hello, Andy." A high pitched voice was heard on the other end. Andy furrowed his brow. He recognized that voice. He just couldn't put his finger on it…
"Who the fuck is this-" Andy stopped himself, the pieces put itself together. "Tiffany. What the fuck do you want?"
"Oh, I just have a message from Chucky." Tiffany giggled on the other end. "He said he's going to enjoy killing you and Nica Pierce, just like he killed both of your mother's."
"Tell him to go to Hell." Andy spat. "I'm coming for him now, and once I kill him, you're next!"
"You're already too late, Andy." Tiffany sneered. "Chucky will kill her, and force you to watch!" Andy snapped his phone shut and looked up, seeing they were finally at Harrogate.
"Well, here we are." Kyle announced. "Are you sure about this?" Andy nodded.
"It's the only way I can get close to Nica and protect her." Andy replied, and the two entered the hospital, being met by the security officer.
"Hi Jack." Andy shook the man's hand. "It's been a while."
"Nearly thirty years, if I'm right." Jack Santos smirked. "I'm just glad you were able to talk with Mike before he died."
"Yeah, me too." Andy told the older man. After the incident in 1988, Jack kept quiet and stayed in the police force. Eventually, after a couple decades, he was stationed at Harrogate as a security guard. "Kinda funny, how you ended up being here, the same place that my mother, and another survivor of that doll, are holed up in."
"Speaking of, I truly am sorry about Karen." Jack added solemnly. "But I trust this isn't a social call?"
"No." Andy admitted. "I'm committing myself."
"You're not serious, are you?" Jack asked.
"Deadly." Andy replied. "The new transfer here, Nica Pierce, is in danger. In case you didn't notice, Chucky's back. He's the one who killed Mom."
"That would make sense." Jack mused. "It would also explain the other death earlier today…"
"What?" Kyle asked.
"Another patient died." Jack explained. "The doctors found her choking on her own blood, and she died from internal bleeding."
"Jesus." Andy mumbled. "Then I really need to be here."
"No problem." Jack said. "You just need to figure out what to tell the guy checking you in."
"Already on it." Andy smirked, and he and Kyle stepped inside.
"...Okay, you're a schizophrenic, like your mother, who had died just yesterday." Doctor Foley read off the file that Andy and Kyle had created, in case he ever needed to be in an asylum. "And you have seen a doll that moves around, named Chucky, just like our other new patient, Nica Pierce?"
"That about covers it." Andy shrugged.
"And this has nothing to do with Nica or your mother?" Foley narrowed his eyes.
"Ever since Karen died, Andy has had violent fits of rage." Kyle lied, rolling up her sleeve and showed what looked like a bite mark. "This happened just after he learned of his mother's death."
"Alright." Foley said reluctantly, glaring at Barclay. "You can take your mother's old room. But if you do anything that I believe is a threat to the other patients, I will send you to Lochmoor." Andy smirked and hugged his foster sister, who left Harrogate and began driving back.
Once Andy finished putting away his belongings, Nurse Carlos led Andy down to Foley's office, where he was met by Nica, a man with red hair, a woman with a Good Guy doll, and Foley himself.
"Everyone, Andy Barclay is our newest patient here." Foley announced, and Andy noticed both Nica and the man with red hair looked up at him. Andy looked over to the other woman, and saw the doll's eyes narrow, just slightly.
"I'm Madeleine!" The woman said cheerfully, but then she leaned down and put her ear next to the doll's mouth. "I'm sorry, Doctor Foley, but I need to feed my baby."
"Go ahead." Foley waved her off, and overjoyed, Madeleine exited the room. "Sorry, I need to check with Nurse Ashley on watching over her. I trust you can introduce yourselves to each other?" Foley got up and left as well, leaving the three patients alone.
"Hi, I'm-" The red head began to speak, but Andy cut him off, grabbing him by the throat.
"Glen, I know." Barclay interrupted, squeezing his hand tighter. "You're one of Jennifer Tilly's kids, which by extension, Chucky is your father. So I'm going to ask you one question: why shouldn't I kill you to get back at my lifelong tormentor?"
"Because if anything, he'd applaud you for it." Nica spoke up, trying to get Andy to let go. "Glen told me what happened in Los Angeles, and I believe that Chucky would sooner kill him than hug him."
"Which is what he tried to do." Glen rasped, showing scars. "That woman, Madeleine, pushed me into a grave with my father, and he tried his hardest to kill me."
"Jesus." Andy exhaled, dropping Glen. "But then, how did another patient die?"
"I don't know." Nica admitted. "I think he somehow made it where he's possessing both dolls at the same time."
"Shit. That's new." Andy grumbled. "Any way we can take the doll from Madeleine?"
"No, she's attached to that like it's velcro." Glen muttered. "Besides, after your mother died, security has been upped."
"Didn't stop me from distracting Ashley." Nica remarked. Suddenly, Andy had an idea.
"Nica, I need to talk to you- alone." Andy declared. "Glen, do you think you could distract the guards while we go outside?"
"Of course." The three walked out of Foley's office and towards outside, where Carlos was blocking the door.
"Excuse me, Carlos, but I need your help." Glen pleaded innocently. "I think I lost my favorite hoodie."
"Fine, Glen." Carlos sighed, and he left to assist the red head, while Andy and Nica snuck outside. After locating a ramp, the two made it to the ground, several yards away from the open grave.
"It's snowing." Nica realized, holding out her hand and watching as tiny snowflakes melted in her palm. "I've never been outside in the winter."
"How come?" Andy asked, marveling at the snow's beauty.
"My mother." Nica explained. "Before she died, she… was overprotective of me. She just didn't want to see me get hurt, after what happened with Charles Lee Ray."
"You don't have to tell me." Andy reassured her. "I know what happened to you, to your mother. I truly am sorry."
"It's fine." Nica interrupted. "You couldn't have known. It's just… I feel like I'm partially responsible for what's happened to you."
"You weren't even born." Andy pointed out. "Don't think like that. That was Chucky."
"No, I'm not meaning Charles dying and meeting you." Nica said. "A few years ago, I taunted Chucky that he never killed you, and I guess he tried to go after you."
"Don't worry, I blew that fucker to Hell." Andy reassured Pierce. "I don't know how he's back, but this time, I'll make sure he dies for good." Nica grinned, looking around the open area, and an idea popped in her head.
"You know, since we're out here, have you ever been in a snowball fight?" Nica asked, with a mischievous grin.
"I don't think that'd be fair, with… you know." Andy gestured towards her legs.
"Just set me down, and I can probably figure it out from there." Andy smirked, and lifted Nica out of her wheelchair and put her gently on the ground. Barclay began walking a few feet back, when he felt something soft but cold hit him in the back of the head.
"Hey, I wasn't ready!" Andy turned around, and almost got hit in the face with another snowball, had he not ducked.
"Then hurry up!" Nica grinned, launching another snowball. Andy dodged and bent over, creating his own projectiles and threw them at Pierce, who was able to duck most of them. All the while, the two were laughing and enjoying each others company, almost forgetting that there was a killer doll on the loose. Eventually, the two had enough, and Andy walked over and sat down next to Nica on the ground.
"You're pretty fast with those." Andy complimented. "You sure you've never been outside?"
"I've had years to do everything with my hands." Nica replied. "At this point, forming a ball from snow is like making dough whenever my mother and I were baking."
"That's better than what I did." Andy chuckled. "On the day I got Chucky, I tried making my mother breakfast in bed. I ended up burning the toast and making a huge mess."
"Did she eat it?" Nica asked.
"No, would you?" Andy laughed. "You know, someday, we'll come out here again and make snow angels."
"What do you mean?" Nica asked, confused. "My paralysis-"
"You think Chucky's the only one who knows voodoo?" Andy asked mysteriously. At first, Nica looked at Barclay like he was crazy, but then she understood what he meant.
"I'd like that." Nica smiled, and the two leaned in and kissed. The kiss lasted longer than either of the two planned, but eventually, they broke off and continued their conversation.
"Do you always do that the minute you meet a girl, Andy?" Nica joked.
"You really don't remember me, do you?" Andy asked, disappointed. When Nica shook her head, he continued. "I visited you three times before at Lochmoor. The second time, we kissed. Then, the last time, you acted like you never knew me, so I left you my number."
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't remember." Nica admitted. "There have been gaps in my memory from time to time. Doctor Foley told me that sometimes, he uses hypnosis to remove some trauma… shit." Andy's eyes lit up in anger, knowing exactly what happened.
"That mother fucker!" Barclay muttered under his breath. "I'm going to kill him right after Chucky!"
"Wait!" Nica grabbed Barclay's arm. "Don't sink to his level."
"Nica, men like him decide what the truth is!" Andy argued. "And the world needs to see the truth."
"What does that mean?" Nica asked.
"Do you really think Harrogate doesn't have security cameras?" Andy asked. "And from what I've heard about Foley, the shit he does on certain patients would disgust even that damned doll." Nica looked at Barclay, horrified.
"If you have to kill him… I won't stop you." Nica announced. "And if what you said is true, I won't miss him either. But if you really want to kill him, you should wait until the best opportunity."
"Speaking of…" Andy picked up Nica and placed her back in her wheelchair. "I'd suggest you stay in the chair, and only act when you know the time is right. But in case he shows up and I'm not around, you need to know..." With that, Andy whispered something in Nica's ear, and her eyes widened in surprise, then smirked. Unbeknownst to either of them, Doctor Foley was watching from one of Harrogate's windows. Foley narrowed his eyes in jealousy, and stormed off to his office.
Kent Academy
Alice Pierce finished dying her doll's hair blonde, instead of the usual fiery red. Once she was finished, the little girl looked over the doll, admiring at her handiwork. The doll now looked more feminine, and as shown, now had blonde hair, looking similar to her own.
"Think you're the only one who can put your soul in a doll, Chucky?" Alice said to herself. "Think again, asshole."
"Alice, what are you doing?" Tyler walked into her private quarters, seeing Pierce with the blonde haired doll, and next to it was a copy of Voodoo for Dummies.
"I'm going to help Uncle Andy and Aunt Nica." Alice declared.
"Alice, don't" Tyler told her. "You don't know Charles."
"Andy faced him when he was younger than me!" Alice argued. "And you've trained me here! I'm ready!"
"Alice, we're just trying to protect you-" Tyler tried to say, but was interrupted.
"Then let me protect Andy and Nica!" Alice shouted. Tyler fumbled for words, but deep down, he knew she was right.
"You'll need a weapon." Tyler suggested.
"Already have one." Alice smirked, pointing at the doll's stomach.
"How are you going to get it into Harrogate?" Tyler asked.
"That's where I'll need your help, Uncle Ronnie." Alice answered, and began the soul transfer. "Ade due Damballa…"
