"Package for you, Doctor Foley." Carlos announced, setting down a large box with the US-X logo on it. Confused, Foley, grabbed a letter opener on his desk and cut into the package, revealing a strange doll with blonde hair and looking like a female version of Chucky.

"What the Hell happened to the hair?" Carlos asked, indicating the blonde strands.

"Why would somebody give this to me?" Foley said out loud. "I don't have time for this. Let's go make the rounds." Foley and Carlos left the office to go check on all the other patients, leaving the doll alone. Neither of them noticed the doll slightly turn its head in their direction. The doll was about to get up, when the door opened again, and Nica Pierce was wheeled in with a straight jacket on. A moment later, Chucky popped out from behind the wheelchair bound woman, and hid behind a curtain.

Madeleine held the small Good Guy shoe close to her heart, as if it was her most valuable possession. The woman sobbed, accidentally dropping the shoe under the bed, but after she picked it back up, Nurse Ashley appeared behind her.

"No shoelaces." Ashley told her sternly, holding out her hand expectedly.

"But it's all I have left of him." Madeleine pleaded.

"You're on a suicide watch." Ashley said coldly. Reluctantly, Madeleine gave the nurse the shoe.

"I'd do it if it meant I'd see my baby again." Madeleine mumbled. "But suicide is a one way ticket to Hell, isn't it?" Ashley looked at the patient, shocked at the statement.

"I just know I have two children of my own, and I would do anything for them." Ashley revealed.

"Would you kill for them?" Madeleine asked. "If it was for their own good?" Disgusted, Ashley looked at her watch.

"I'll check back in fifteen minutes." The nurse muttered, and without another word, she walked out of Madeleine's room and left. Just as the door closed, Madeleine heard a familiar laugh coming from the corner.

"Hi, baby." Madeleine said, trying to sound cheerful.

"They just don't get us, do they?" Chucky asked. "And they never will."

"Because a mother's love is forever." Madeleine added, turning around and facing the doll. At this point, the doll was covered in dirt, and was indeed, missing one of his shoes. "It never dies."

"Not even when she kills it." Chucky agreed.

"I know what you're going to do, and I welcome it." Madeleine told the doll. "But please, one last time… come to mommy!" Seeing he wasn't in a rush, Chucky obliged, walking over and hugging the woman.

"Will it hurt?" Madeleine asked, once they finally let go of each other.

"I'll do my best." Chucky grinned, and began sticking his hand through the woman's mouth. Madeleine simply let the doll do the act, believing she would be sent to Heaven to be with her child. Once Chucky finally forced Madeleine to her knees, Chucky pushed his arm in deeper, ripping out a piece of her spine. Chucky stared at the grotesque scene, smiling in satisfaction, and began tugging his arm off.

"Mother fucker, why is this hurting?" Chucky asked to himself, confused as the arm was ripped off. When the arm finally tore away, there was a small amount of blood, but not enough to suspect the doll was alive. After all, he had only been alive for a couple days. Upon hearing someone running down the hall, Chucky quickly jammed his arm down Madeleine's throat, completing her suffocation, and ran to the corner of the room, just in time for Nurse Ashley to arrive and scream bloody murder.

Minutes later, two guards took Madeleine's body away in a body bag, while Foley, Carlos, Glen, and Ashley looked on.

"You need to destroy that fucking doll." Glen told the doctors. "Even if you don't believe me, Andy, or Nica, you can't deny everything's gone to shit since you brought that thing in."

"Finally, we agree on something." Foley muttered, gritting his teeth. "Until then, Ashley, put Glen to bed."

"I'm sorry, Doctor Foley." Ashley shook her head, taking off her identification card. "I don't think I can do this anymore. It's too much, I'm so sorry." Having no choice, Foley took the card, and Ashley walked away.

"Go to bed Glen." Foley barked, glaring at the self proclaimed son of Chucky.

"Fine." Glen began walking to his room, but then turned back. "Just destroy that doll, or it will kill everyone in here." With nothing else to say, Glen continued walking to his room.

"Get rid of it." Foley picked up the doll and shoved it at Carlos.

"Yes sir." The male nurse barely whispered, and as Foley walked back to his office after the long day, Carlos dumped the doll down the garbage chute, not noticing the doll was bleeding from the disembodied arm socket.

Foley opened the door to his office, surprised at seeing someone already there.

"Nica?" Foley said out loud, seeing Pierce in a straight jacket. "How did you get in here?"

"Take a fucking guess." Nica replied, sounding like she had just woken up.

"If this is a joke, I am not in the mood." Foley announced, matter of factly.

"It was Chucky." Nica insisted. The doctor stared at the blonde haired doll on his desk, then rolled his eyes so hard, he could almost hear them move in his head.

"You know, I'm getting tired of you all claiming 'Chucky did it'!" Foley snapped. "You, Glen, Barclay, you're all fucking nuts! Then again, it makes me wonder… why do I always fall for the crazy ones?" Nica looked at her psychiatrist, disgusted that the rumors were true.

"Andy was right about you." Pierce spat. Foley, however, looked unimpressed.

"Like I'm really scared of a man who's made up fantasies of killer dolls for the past thirty years." Foley sneered. "And you're defending him for what? Because he believes you about your own killer doll story?"

"Yes, because the same thing happened to him!" Nica shouted.

"I've had enough of this." Foley sighed, reaching under his desk to pull out a small black box. "Madeleine's dead."

"Chucky did it." Nica instantly claimed.

"No, she killed herself." Foley responded, still not believing the doll was alive. "She dug up the doll, then mutilated herself to make it look like Chucky did it."

"No…" Nica moaned, staring at the floor.

"Unless you killed them all, Nica." Foley suggested. "But you know, it really doesn't matter, because either way, this'll make one Hell of a book. Unfortunately, that means you'll have to go back to Lochmoor. It's too bad, because I could have given you… so much more personal attention."

"And what about Andy?" Nica began laughing. "I thought he was being transferred to Lochmoor, so we'll just be together again!"

"Maybe I'll just keep him here." Foley replied smugly. "Maybe he'll get pumped full of meds, and will just be a drooling vegetable. Or maybe he'll get a lobotomy." Nica's eyes widened, and her anger flared.

"He's going to kill you too." Nica warned.

"No matter how many times you say it, that doll isn't real." Foley smirked sadistically.

"I'm not talking about Chucky." Nica threatened. Foley simply glared at her, before taking a pair of red high heels out of the box, causing Nica to look up at how far gone he was. It made her wonder which of them truly belonged in the asylum.

"You're gonna die." Nica told the doctor, as he slipped the high heels on her. "Then I'm going to tell everybody about you." Foley didn't look any bit afraid, and leaned over, with his face mere inches from hers.

"You're a diagnosed schizophrenic and murderess of five people." Foley reasoned. "Well, that we know of. No one's going to listen to you."

"Maybe not me, but with some proof…" Nica trailed off.

"What proof?" Foley asked, smiling like a psychopath. "After I erase all the footage of Chucky murdering the other patients, there won't be any evidence." Nica's eyes widened, with many emotions running through her mind. It took a few moments for her to realize that Foley had known Chucky was alive, but never said anything.

"You knew, all this time, the danger that doll was…" Nica growled. "And you turned a blind eye? For what? Just so you could try to fuck me again?!" Foley grinned, leaning in for a kiss, but Nica spat in his face, causing him to stumble back, just in the right place for Chucky to hit him with another bottle of whiskey. As the glass bottle shattered into pieces, Chucky laughed and jumped down.

"Now that's what I call a tag team!" Chucky snickered. "But, I just can't with this guy! I'm not sure if I should kill him, or take notes! Now, we're going to try this again." Chucky picked up the neck of the bottle, which had a broken off shard, and offered it to Nica once more.

"I'm not a killer." Nica protested.

"I will break you before I kill you." Chucky vowed. "All it takes is just one bad day." With that, Chucky grabbed Nica's wheelchair and spun her around, so that she was facing the door as it opened.

"Oh my god." Nica gasped in horror. She was right all along. Both dolls really were alive. Madeleine's doll approached his pseudo brother, having lost one arm, but was weilding a medical drill.

"He's here." The one armed doll announced.

"I kinda figured, based on what the doc just said." The scarred Chucky grumbled. "Still took the little shit too long."

"He's been here since yesterday." The second doll pointed out. "Andy's also not the little runt we knew."

"So, what's your fucking point?" The scarred doll asked.

"I'm just saying, we should watch our step." One arm suggested. "Especially after we killed his mother…"

"Come on, we've killed dozens of bastards before he was even born!" Scars laughed. "Besides, killing his filthy slut of a mother was all part of the plan anyway!"

"What plan?" Nica asked, getting an idea that something more sinister was going on. Alice's Chucky doll sighed.

"Let's start over. I suppose you're wondering why we're both here." The doll gestured to himself and his counterpart. "Well, a few years ago, after Andy blew my face off, I came across an old friend's ledger, whom I had offed in 1988. Turns out, ole Johnny Bishop kept a secret from me, a groovy new spell that was never in Voodoo for Dummies. Now, I can be me-"

"And me!" The one armed doll interrupted, but was quickly silenced.

"No one asked for your input!" The scarred Chucky snapped. "But yes, I can theoretically be anyone or anything with two legs and a hand for stabbing… like Alice."

"What?" Nica asked, genuinely confused.

"It was fun for a while." Chucky continued. "People trust cute little girls, almost as much as cute little dolls. But once the victims fight back… well, then they ain't cute no more." Nica shook her head in disbelief, but then realized the doll must be lying, just like Tiffany did. Unfortunately, she had to make it look like she believed Chucky, and began to pretend crying. Nobody noticed the blonde haired doll narrow its eyes and clench its fists in anger.

"That was your plan?" Nica whispered. "Telling me what happened to my niece, before killing me?"

"Actually, I was hoping I could've stayed in her body long enough to use her to kill you." Chucky laughed. "It would've been nice to see the look on your face, as your own flesh and blood drove a knife through your heart."

"Then how did Karen Barclay fit into all of this?" Nica asked. "If you knew this spell for four years, why come after us now?"

"You really wanna know why?" Chucky inquired. "Because I knew that Andy would come here after he found out I killed his mother. You never wondered why, for a second, you ended up in the nuthouse with Barclay, his mom, and my son?"

"Not exactly…" Nica began, but then, it dawned on her. "You're going after everyone who escaped you."

"Bingo. We have a winner!" Chucky exclaimed sarcastically. "When it boils down to it, it's easier when you're all just living a few rooms apart. And it's quicker."

"Then what about the Kincaids? Or Mike Norris?" Nica taunted. "Or even Kristen De Silva? I read about them from your past murder sprees, and I haven't seen them here."

"That is because they all had ironclad alibis and vouchers to keep them out of this cuckoo's nest." Chucky mumbled. "For them, I put that new spell to good use..."