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My name is Andy Barclay. When I was six years old, I was given a Chucky doll that was possessed by the soul of a dead serial killer, who went on a killing spree for thirty years. Last month, with the help of my now-wife Nica Pierce and occultist John Constantine, we were able to kill Chucky and send him to Hell for good, ensuring he would never return. But my work is not done. With the help of my wife and other survivors of Chucky, I have formed my own private organization to combat threats like the doll. That organization… is Supernatural Investigators.

Good Guy Factory

Andy Barclay ran through the halls of the Good Guy doll factory, struck with fear. He was attempting to escape Chucky, and was locked in the old factory, somehow not blown to smithereens like when he last saw it. Seeing a door labeled "Exit", Andy ran toward it, jerking on the handle to discover it was locked.

"Somebody, help!" Andy screamed, pounding on the door in vain. "Please!" Andy stopped knocking on the door when he noticed several shadows, and turning around, saw multiple Chucky dolls. One of them had burnt fingers. Another doll had only one arm. Barclay recognized the third having the buzzcut Andy gave him before sending him to Harrogate institute. The lead doll had scars all over his face, and appeared to be sewn back together. Finally, as Andy watched, two women stepped out in front of the dolls. Andy recognized one being Nica Pierce, the other being much younger, with blonde hair, who must've been Nica's niece.

"Found you!" They all said, in the voice of Charles Lee Ray. "Game's over!"

"No…" Andy whispered, eyes wide with terror. "This isn't possible…" The Chucky's then pulled out different weapons, from baseball bats and nail guns to knives and drills. Nica pulled out a scalpel, and her niece picked up a glass shard from a broken window.

"No, please…" Andy begged, but the Chucky dolls began beating and stabbing him. As he felt himself getting stabbed, over and over, he heard Chucky laugh in a cold, cruel cackle.

"NOOO!"

Andy's Apartment

Andy woke up, sweating and breathing hard. Having heard his scream, Nica woke up as well.

"Andy, what's wrong?" Nica asked. "Another nightmare?"

"Yes." Andy reluctantly stated. Andy had had post traumatic stress disorder ever since Chucky first terrorized him, but now it seemed the night terrors have gotten even worse.

"Honey, it was just a dream." Nica said, comforting her husband. "Chucky's gone now. For good." Nodding, Andy was about to go back to bed, when he heard his phone ring.

"Hello?" Andy said, trying his best to sound awake, as it was four in the morning.

"Hey, Andy." A deep voice replied. "I'm sorry it's early, but we've had some new cases come in just now." After the defeat of Chucky, the news was broadcasted that the doll really was alive, and everyone believed the stories from Andy and Nica. Because of this, they were asked almost regularly to help with supernatural occurrences. As a way to better manage having dozens of requests, Andy and Nica started a type of detective organization for the supernatural, with many of Chucky's survivors joining, including Andy's mother, the Kincaids, and Chucky's own son, Glen. Even John Constantine and Oliver Queen helped out, when they weren't busy.

"Okay, Ronald, what do we got?" Andy asked.

"Surprisingly, not too much." Tyler replied and began to list off the new cases. "Let's see… first, someone had reported that there's some type of murderer that kills people in their dreams all the way in Springwood, Ohio… another about a serial killer in Haddonfield… Jesus, someone said there's a fucking zombie in a hockey mask who's at a camp in New Jersey… oh, here's one you might be interested in: someone from Rhode Island is claiming that a doll is possessed. Sound familiar?" Upon hearing about the doll, Andy's eyes widened, the case sounding too much like Chucky.

"Is there anything they said about the doll?" Andy asked. "What's it look like?"

"Don't worry, old friend, it's not Chucky." Tyler laughed. "It's a small, porcelain doll with blonde hair and dress. It's named Annabelle."

"Alright, I'll take that one." Andy said. "You and De Silva go after the hockey mask guy in New Jersey. I'll have my mom and Glen go to Springwood. Send the Kincaids to Haddonfield, they're pretty close to it anyway."

"Got it. I'll send you the exact location on your phone in a minute." Tyler said before hanging up. Andy put away his phone and began getting dressed.

"What's going on?" Nica asked, beginning to get dressed as well.

"We're going to Rhode Island." Andy simply stated, pulling out a briefcase from under the bed. After checking its contents, Andy shut the case, before explaining, "There's another possessed doll."

"Chucky?" Nica asked, shivering.

"No, not him." Andy said. "I think it might be something darker."