Visit to an Old Friend

Aubrey parked in front of the small store. "I'll be back." She walked inside the store and picked out her favorite drink, Pumpkin Spice Latte. She grabbed a few snacks and stood behind a woman with a son.

The little boy looked at her. "Hi." She smiled. The boy wore an outfit that looked like Chucky's. He had a brown bowl haircut with big brown eyes.

Aubrey smiled at him. "Hi little guy. I love your outfit. Good Guys, right?"

He nodded. "I really want one." He grinned.

His mother turned around with a grin. "Maybe you can get one for your birthday."

Aubrey giggled. "You are such a cutie. How old are you?" She crouched down.

"Six."

"My name is Aubrey. What's your's?" She laid the snacks on the floor then stuck out her hand.

"Andy." He shook her hand.

Aubrey took the snacks and stood up.

"Next." The man behind the register called.

Andy's mother put her things on the counter. She searched through her purse and pulled out a ten.

"Twelve dollars and thirty cents." He read from the screen.

The mother looked at Andy. "Honey, you have to put your candy back."

Aubrey put her things on the counter next to theirs. "I'll pay for it all." She slid her credit card.

The woman shook her head. "Oh, I couldn't let you do that."

"It's really not a problem." She turned around and pinched Andy's cheeks softly. "Anything for this cutie."

Aubrey took the plastic bag and dug out their items. "Here you go." She gave the chocolate bar to Andy and the other things to his mother.

"I'm Karen. Karen Barclay." She shook her hand. "That was really nice of you. See, I only work at a department store so, the pay doesn't come easy."

Aubrey shook her head. "It's perfectly fine. Nice to meet you two." She smiled brightly.

"Hey! A Good Guy doll!" Andy pressed his face against the window.

"Andy!" Karen took Andy away from the car.

Aubrey laughed. "It's fine, really."

Aubrey got into her car, throwing the snacks on the floorboard.

"What the hell was that about?" Chucky looked up at her.

"The little boy is Andy and his mother is Karen. She was two dollars short so I just paid for everything." Aubrey pulled out of the parking spot and onto the road again.

"So, this John guy, what does he look like?" Aubrey took a sip of the latte.

"He's a black man with a criminal background. Not as much as mine, but, he taught me everything I know. He's the only one that I can trust to tell me the answer." He leaned the chair back.

Aubrey lite up another cigarette then rolled the window down. "Are you going to be stuck in that body forever?"

He shrugged. "Hope not! This sucks!"

Aubrey smiled at him. "At least you're not dead."

He smirked at her. "Yea, I guess you're right."

Downtown

Aubrey slowly drove through the neighborhoods. "Are you sure it's down here?"

He nodded. "Of course! Wait, there!" Chucky pointed.

Aubrey parked in front of a tall brown building. She tucked Chucky under her arm and walked up a flight of stairs.

"Take a left." He mumbled.

Aubrey took a left and stood in front of the doorway. "What should I say?" She put Chucky on the ground.

Chucky climbed onto the fire escape. "Just distract him long enough for me to make an appearance."

Aubrey took her black hair out of the clip and stuck it in her backpack. She ruffled her hair until it sat perfectly on her shoulders. She pushed up her glasses then knocked gingerly on his door.

A man with brown ceremonial clothing and a skull necklace peeked through a opening in the door. "Hello? Who are you?"

Aubrey tucked her hair behind her ears. "Oh, um," She walked closer to the door. "I'm looking for a John. My name is Aubrey and I seek voodoo practicing."

The man opened the door. "Come in."

Aubrey quickly rushed through the door. "I understand that you taught Charles Lee Ray?"

John shut the door. "Who told you that?" He lite some candles.

"He told me that you taught him. I had to see if he was telling the truth." She stood by the kitchen opening. "We were friends."

He nodded. "I did, my dear. Can I get you some tea?"

Aubrey followed him to the kitchen. "Sounds great, thanks." She leaned against the counter.

John put two tea cups on two saucers with a tea bag in each cup.

"Hello John!" Chucky's voice came from somewhere.

John and Aubrey looked in the living room.

"Over here!" Chucky said again.

John and Aubrey turned around to see Chucky standing the counter next to Aubrey.

"HII!" Chucky waved.

John dropped the tea cups in shock.

"It's me! Chucky! What do ya think?" He smiled. "Did it work?"

Aubrey leaned up against the fridge, holding her smile back.

John nodded his head.

"Ya know," Chucky sat down. "When I came here learning all that stuff about how to beat death, I thought maybe you were pulling my chain. But not now, uh-uh, not now. Only one question."

"What..?" John was scared to ask.

"Will I ever be human again?"

"The more time you spend in that body, the more human you become." John gulped.

Chucky stood up. "You mean I have to live the rest of my life in this body?"

John nodded again, speechless.

"No FUKIN' WAY! You got me into this, you can get me out!" Chucky became outraged.

"I can't do that, Chucky."

"Why not?" Chucky shrugged.

"Because...you're an abomination! An outrage against NATURE! You perverted EVERYTHING I've taught you and used it for EVIL! And you HAVE to be stopped!" He grabbed Aubrey's wrist and dragged her along as he walked to the phone.

"Let go of me!" Aubrey tried pulling away.

"Ya know, I thought something like this would happen. That's why I prepared for it." Chucky held a doll.

"What are you talking about?" John held a telephone to his ear.

"You're own personal mojo, Doc." He held a small doll that resembled John.

Aubrey yanked away from his grip and stood in the corner.

John put down the phone and walked towards Chucky. "Give me that!"

"SURE! How do ya want it? Broken leg?" Chucky bent back the doll's right leg.

Which seem to affect John in a violent way. His right leg actually broke and he fell to the ground in pain.

"Shouldn't tell your customers where you hide things like this, John." He walked toward John. "Gets you in trouble EVERY time. Now how do I get out of this body?" Chucky asked again.

John shook his head. "I..I won't tell you." He trembled.

"YEA?!" Chucky bent the doll's left arm back, breaking the actual John's arm. "Tell me or die, John!" He brought out his red knife and aimed it at the doll. "You're choice!"

"N..NO!" He held his arm. "I'll...I'll tell you!" He cried in pain. "You have to transfer your soul out of the doll into the first human you revealed your turn self to!"

"You mean the first person I let in on the fact that I was really alive?!" Chucky smirked.

John nodded.

Chucky laughed hysterically. "Well John, it's been fun! But I gotta go. And YOU have a date with death!" He began to walk away. He turned around and stab the doll in the heart, making John bleed uncontrollably.

"So long, John!" He threw the doll aside. "Come on, babe." He beckoned Aubrey.

Aubrey stepped over John and picked up Chucky. She walked out the door and rushed down the stairs. "The first person? Does that mean me?"

He shook his head. "No, but I have a clue who is PERFECT."

Aubrey sat in the car and put Chucky in the passenger seat. "Who?"

"That kid...Andy Barclay." He smirked.