Flashback
2014
"You're not staying here all night, are you, Chief?" Mike Norris looked up, staring at the police lieutenant who asked the question.
"No, Jim." Mike chuckled. "I'm just looking for a case file before I leave for the night."
"Who's are you looking for?" Jim asked.
"A serial killer named Theodore Gunderson." Mike replied. "There's been a string of murders recently, and I wanted to see if they fit his MO."
"Hey, didn't you work that case about the kid claiming his doll was alive?" Jim asked.
"Yeah, Chucky." Norris confirmed. "He killed the kid's babysitter, then his partner Eddie Caputo."
"Wait, you believed that bullshit?" Jim asked, laughing.
"I was there!" Mike shouted. "He tried to kill me!"
"Okay, man. Jesus." The lieutenant threw up his hands in surrender. "Look, I'm going. My wife's probably wondering where I am. Good night."
"Night." Norris called back, as Jim left. After about a half hour, Norris gave up looking for the file, and left the police department as well.
Mike made his way to his car, attempting to light a cigarette. Unfortunately, the wick was too dry, and the flint couldn't produce a spark.
"Shit." Mike muttered, thinking about how he'd need to go to a gas station in the morning. He was too busy to notice that there were tiny footprints near the rear door. Norris entered his car, turning the key to start the engine, but it wouldn't go. Confused, Mike tried three more times, but nothing happened.
"Say goodnight, asshole!" A voice, sounding native of New Jersey, yelled out. Before Mike could recognize the person, he felt a pain in his right ear, as if he was stabbed, and his mind blanked.
Chucky dug the knife deeper in Norris' ear, causing more blood to leak out. Finally, Mike stopped moving, and his body slumped in the driver's seat, dead from the blade piercing his brain.
"I should've done that in '88." Chucky noted, wiping the blood and brains on the steering wheel. "Would've saved me time and trouble." With his job done, as ordered by lead doll, Chucky took Mike's gun and shot himself, killing off that extension of Charles Lee Ray's soul.
2015
"Sergeant De Silva, we have unconfirmed intel that a terrorist cell for ISIS is located in an Afghan compound." Kristen De Silva looked at the man speaking to her, Lieutenant Orville. "Unfortunately, we don't have enough men to spare."
"Thank you, Lieutenant." Kristen nodded in Orville's direction, before looking at the topographical map of the Afghan village that the compound was in. "No one in the air, or on the ground?"
"Negative." Orville replied. "We're a bit short staffed, mostly due to everyone following Bill."
"Dammit." De Silva swore loudly. "Do we have time to wait?"
"That's a no for that too." Orville answered. "They'll be back later from a scouting mission, but we don't have the luxury of sitting back for them to return."
"Fine." De Silva gritted her teeth, thinking over her options. "I'll go in there, alone. I won't engage, and will report back to what I find."
"Roger that." Orville handed her a radio, and Kristen left the tent.
Several hours later, De Silva arrived at the compound, sneaking in through the roof. Walking slowly and cautiously, Kristen pulled out a desert eagle pistol, and descended the roof's stairs, covering the entire perimeter. After finding no one guarding the hallways, Kristen peered into each individual room, but found nothing there as well.
"Orville, there's no one here!" Kristen shouted. "The place is abandoned!"
"Hey, I said the intel was unconfirmed." Orville said on the other end of the radio. "Hang on, Bill and the rest of the platoon are back. We're making our way to you for extraction." Just as the radio clicked off, Kristen felt something brush against her leg. De Silva looked down, seeing nothing, but noticed that her boot knife was missing. Confused, De Silva cocked her gun, and looked around her, seeing no one in the pitch black hallway.
"Hi, I'm Chucky, wanna play?" Kristen's blood turned cold, and as she looked up, a ginger haired Good Guy doll jumped down, letting loose a scream of primal rage, and jammed the stolen knife through her right eye, while pulling the pin on one of the grenades on her belt.
"Sayonara, bitch!" Chucky grinned, just before the grenade exploded, killing the both of them. When the platoon finally found the body, all they saw were the charred pieces of their sergeant and what appeared to be a midget.
2016
"Honey, we're going to be late!" Jesse Miller shouted. "We need to leave now if we want to make it in time for dinner!"
"I'm coming!" Jade replied, finishing her makeup and running downstairs. "I still don't see why we need to go out."
"The Jones invited us, we might as well make an appearance." Jesse reminded his wife. "Look, I don't really wanna go either, but it would be rude to stand them up." The couple exited their house and began walking towards their car, when they noticed something rustling in the bushes.
"What the Hell was that?" Jade asked, alarmed.
"Probably just a raccoon, or a squirrel." Jesse shrugged, and the two got in their car. Jesse revved up the engine, and their black convertible tore off like a bat out of Hell.
"Jesse, slow down!" Jade nearly yelled. "We're going well above the speed limit, and there's a train coming!"
"Aw, dammit." Jesse smirked, and began pumping the pedal with his foot. However, the car didn't slow down one bit. "What the fuck?"
"Jesse, we need to stop!" Jade repeated.
"I'm trying!" Jess shouted. "The fucking brakes won't work!"
"Jesse-" That was the last thing Jade said, before she screamed, and their car plowed into the train, resulting in a horrible crash. Jesse flew out, he had forgotten to buckle up, and his body splattered across the side of one of the box cars. Jade didn't fare any better, as while her seat belt kept her from being ejected from the vehicle, the force of the crash caused the leather strap to snap her neck instantly.
While neighbors and other civilians looked at the accident in awe, Chucky had let go of the speeding vehicle just before it made contact with the train. Hiding in the shadows, the killer doll marvelled at his handiwork.
"Ooh, a double kill." Chucky joked, holding up both his hands. In one was a knife, coated in brake fluid, and in the other were two severed brake lines. "Teach you to fry my wife and shoot me like a fucking dog." When nobody else noticed, Chucky broke into a run, and jumped under one of the train's gaps, allowing the locomotive to run him over, destroying the doll body, for his work was completed.
Now
"...I gotta say, I wish I found John's journal sooner. It's been so much fun!" The scarred Chucky giggled.
"I just love my job!" One arm interjected.
"Especially the look on our victims faces when they realize, it's all really happening!" The lead Chucky cackled. "A children's toy is crushing them to death with a garbage truck!"
"Or beating them to death with a yardstick!" One arm continued. "Or smothering them with a pillow!"
"All of which are actual examples!" The two Chuckies laughed, before noticing the blonde haired doll on Foley's desk.
"Hey, where'd he come from?" One arm asked.
"Who gives a shit, just wake him up!"
"Okay, okay!" The one armed doll climbed onto a chair, and began waving his hand. "Ade boku Damballa, give the power I- urk!" Chucky never finished the chant, as the blonde haired doll reached up and grabbed him by the throat. The doll squeezed, and threw the Chucky doll into his partner, sending them both to the floor. The blonde doll grabbed a letter opener and jumped down, much to the horror of Nica.
"Don't be afraid, Aunty Nica." The doll said. "It's me, Alice." Nica's jaw hung open, recognizing the voice coming from the doll's mouth.
"Andy told me you were alright, but what have you done to yourself?" Nica asked.
"Barclay wouldn't let me come with him to help you, so I had to… improvise." Alice explained, beginning to cut the straight jacket off, while the Chucky dolls were getting up. "We wanted to save you from Chucky and Doctor Foley."
"Wait, you knew about Foley?" Nica asked.
"Of course." Alice rolled her eyes. "There were rumors about what he does. It's just that no one was able to confirm it." Just as the last of the jacket was cut, Chucky punched Alice from behind, sending her doll body flying, and picked up the letter opener.
"Aw, how sweet." Chucky snickered. "Now everyone is here to die."
"You can't hurt me, Chucky." Alice taunted. "This body isn't human yet."
"I don't need to kill you, Alice." Chucky sneered. "I just have to wait." Suddenly, Nica looked up, seeing Nurse Carlos standing in the doorway. The two Chuckies followed her gaze, seeing Carlos as well, and began growling angrily.
"Run!" Nica screamed, but it was too late. The lead Chucky stabbed Carlos in the knee with the opener, and as he went down, the dolls quickly used their weapons to maim and mutilate the nurse. The one armed Chucky drilled into his chest, while the scarred doll simultaneously stabbed with the letter opener and slashed his stomach with the glass shard.
"Alice, you have to help him!" Nica called to her niece. "They're killing him!" Slowly, Alice got back up, and jumped on top of the lead Chucky, trying to land a punch on him. None of them noticed Nica silently chanting to herself.
"Get the fuck off!" Chucky shouted, punching Alice off himself and continuing to maim the nurse. Mere seconds later, Carlos drew his left breath, and his body was a mangled, bloody mess. The two killer dolls stood up, admiring each other's work.
"He made the funniest face when I drilled him." One armed Chucky smirked.
"Yeah, but did you see the steam where I cut him?" The dolls laughed, and gave each other a high five. "Right, now I'm gonna go kill Andy!"
"No, I'm gonna kill Andy, I earned it!" The one armed Chucky argued. "I've been through a lot today!"
"Hey, you got to suck titty today, look at me!" The lead Chucky showed his burnt hand.
"So? We've been burnt worse before!" One arm countered. "I had to face fuck a pillow and play dead, then I got buried alive, had to rip my fucking arm off, and then I got dumped into the fucking garbage!" The lead Chucky looked at his counterpart, noticing the missing arm was still leaking blood.
"Oh alright. But here." The scarred doll gave the other Chucky the letter opener. "Just in case you 'lose' the drill. And kill anyone on your way out." Now go fuck him up real good, and have fun!
"Right!" The one armed Chucky made his way out of the office, while the scarred doll turned back to Nica.
"I'll deal with her." Chucky grinned sinisterly.
The one armed doll made its way through the asylum, turning a corner and finding himself in the recreational room. There, standing right in front of him, was Nurse Ashley, about to leave Harrogate for good. Ashley looked down at the doll, recognizing it as the one from Madeleine's room, and screamed in terror.
"Will you shut the fuck up? Please?" Chucky asked, jumping up and drilling the woman in the chest. The body toppled over, and Ashley was silenced for good. However, when Chucky tried pulling the drill out, he was unable to, as he only had one hand. "Aw shit. Well, at least I still got this." Chucky took out the letter opener, and cackling like a madman, continued his way to Andy's cell.
