The door to the stairwell was already torn apart by the horde of Good Guys as a number of them flooded it several minutes prior. That saves some collateral damage details as a Good Guy came flying out of the doorway after Shauna furiously hurled it.
"Mother fucker ate my calf!" she screamed, axe posed over her head like a maniac a little bit too well and was over the Good Guy hacking him to bits in that same moment. She still had Chucky's unfinished body tied to her hip with her hoodie. Her right calf muscle did in fact have a sizeable bitemark on it. It was still bleeding from the partially torn flesh and created a trail leading out from the stairwell to the hallway where the Good Guy had landed. Behind her, Ozzy and Lottie were just finishing fighting their way down. It took them half an hour to get from the workshop floor to the bottom. The only rest they had was when the stairs ended on each floor to go in the other direction. The stairwell was built like that. The entire time Good Guys were flooding in from the bottom. That was an advantage, at least they weren't coming from behind and trapping them in. Ozzy actually rolled his foot like an idiot on the third-floor break and his ankle was ballooning up. Lottie had to take some damage in order to make sure he was able to make it down the remaining steps. She was still wrestling with a couple of other Good Guys while doing so.
"We can't stay here!" Lottie pushed herself off one of the two dolls trying to restrain her for what felt like the millionth time. She had picked up the habit of going straight for their faces even if just slowed them down. She couldn't waste any more time fully dismembering them in order to actually kill them or render them useless. Because of this, several of the dolls that followed them out from the stairwell had a diverse collection of face lacerations -of which a couple of missing noses and Glasgow smiles made up. Lottie could see newer ones coming down the hall upon hearing the ruckus. If you need a number on them, then there were at least a couple dozen.
"The warehouse! We can get through to the factory and slip Chucky on the assembly line! Maybe without the Deacon seeing!" Ozzy pointed at a sign mentioning it down the hall where the patrols of Good Guys were making their way toward them. They demonstrated their hive mind by continually asking if they wanted to play in perfect unison. Shauna's glare at them came across as hungry as she hung over the chopped and torn body of the Good Guy that bit her. She was swinging the axe so hard it was making gashes in the floor after it cut through the doll. That noise was what probably got the patrols' attention. As much as she didn't want to admit it, her arms were getting tired.
Then Lottie screamed. A Good Guy had managed to bite her right on the nape of her neck. After failing to get a hold of her with his hands guess he opted to use his mouth. Lottie continued to cry out as she drove one of her daggers in and out of the Good Guy's forehead.
"Lottie!" Shauna was about to jump in and help her but two more Good Guys grasped her ankles the moment she got up, cracking her chin on the floor as she was roughly brought back down. It was up to Ozzy, fortunately, he had his Damballa-marked wrist in his hand the whole time, holding onto it for dear life like the magical weapon it was. Again, it would've been so much easier if Burton had broken his arm. The mark had never stopped glowing either and seemed to either cast a lightning bolt or a blast of force. Didn't he also levitate stuff earlier?
"Leave her alone!" It was a lightning bolt this time around when Ozzy focused and braced himself for the recoil. No one could see it because lightning is too fast, but the bolt was much broader than all the ones he was shooting off in the stairwell moments ago. It's possible his power could be growing. Glen and Glenda weren't alone in what it looks like. The bolt was a bit too powerful as it hit the Good Guy and coursed through both him and Lottie before blowing them away from each other. It was hard too. The respective walls they hit crumbled and cracked as they smashed into them. The whole darkened hallway was illuminated in that moment too and Ozzy and Shauna got to see just how much of the horde was coming their way. Good god, there were some coming out of the ceiling! They got everywhere!
"I like to be-" Shauna came through after freeing herself by slicing her would-be captors, one in half and the other with a diagonal cut. She drove the axe at this Good Guy's head in the perfect way with the blade going right between his lips and through the rest of his head. That was the smartest way to decapitate a Good Guy without dealing with the metal skull. She hit him so hard he was pinned back up against the wall as his lower head and body slid away cleanly. Still no blood or guts, only fluff, and plastic.
"Now that's what I call taking a little off the top! Fuck...I'm making stupid quips while killing. Maybe, I really am like Chucky..."
"Lottie!" Ozzy rushed over to her. She hadn't gotten up, but she was conscious -just barely. Lottie was seizing and grasping at her chest, straining and groaning. Her light-up doll heart was also flickering like it was experiencing a power surge. He scooped her up which was difficult with just one arm and the way she was struggling. If they needed a moment it couldn't be out here. "I'm sorry!"
"Factory now!" Shauna once again took the lead.
A door leading to the warehouse portion of the factory was almost a literal hop and a skip away from the stairwell. Shauna charged like she has so many other doors in this fanfic and ushered Ozzy and Lottie to the ensuing chaos inside. It's Gremlins 2 The New Batch in there. Here a Good Guy, there a Good Guy, everywhere a Good Guy, running up and down the warehouse isles and messing around on the factory machines. Every second something was beating against something in that factory followed the same looping laughter and name introductions, not a moment of silence or calm. Some were even bickering and fighting amongst themselves, even though it really was more like disagreeing siblings than actual attempted murders -except there was one that pushed another in a newly bubbling vat of rotten plastic. He didn't resurface, don't hold your breath because he couldn't hold his. No sign of the Deacon right off the bat where Ozzy, Shauna, and Lottie had entered. They stood before the lessened, but still formidable labyrinth of packaged Good Guy dolls -only several of the boxes were empty and toppled over. The good news is that there were no dead ends anymore, any route was a straight one to the manufacturing floor. Shauna was pulling Ozzy along behind her when Lottie let out a stabilizing gasp, holding her hand over her glowing doll heart.
"Lottie! You good!?" Ozzy asked her.
"Now I am. First person in my family to have a heart attack and it's not my dad," her glowing heart dimmed as her breathing returned to normal, "I smelled burning toast and everything. Careful with that magic, Osborne." A literal couple of Good Guys ambushed the group after Shauna turned a corner. Lottie was quick to get out of Ozzy's hold and help her.
I'm going to run out of ways that Shauna can take out a Good Guy with an axe but now is not that time. She sent it right up through one of the doll's chin in a golf-like swing while Lottie went right for the other one's core with the intent to split it. Ozzy was right to hang back because about three more poked their heads out from atop of the aisles of boxes. All around he could hear skittering drawing closer from all directions. Ozzy pointed his wrist at one before moving to the other, like he was trying to keep tabs on all of them. They really did look like they were about to pounce at any moment. But they didn't. It was as if they lost interest in them altogether, or maybe they realized they were supposed to be somewhere else. It was one of the two as the Good Guys shifted away from where they stood.
"What?" Ozzy questioned, lowering his wrist. Lottie and Shauna had finished off the Good Guys that did manage to ambush them.
"Where could-"
Lottie had her questions answered when a Good Guy came tearing through the boxes almost like a bullet between her and Ozzy before smashing into the wall. The impact caused it to nearly break apart as it was reduced to a torn mess of plastic and fabric on impact. The wall crumbled and cracked in an equal response. The aisle of boxes still stood despite the hole the doll left where it had flown in from. Shauna looked through his hole to reveal that it had passed through at least a dozen others.
"Guys...out here." She said.
"Oh fuck! They have Glen outmanned over there!" Ozzy shouted.
As it would happen, the door that they entered the factory and warehouse through was the closest one to the foreman's office just beyond the completed product storage. It's a little difficult to properly map out the Play Pal factory since it was really only the last act of the movie. The neighborhood from Halloween, now that I could draw a map of. There was a horde of Good Guys in the more open portion of the warehouse floor by the blasted foreman's office. They circled and charged a singular point that was Duality Glenda. At one point, they had her completely engulfed before she was able to get that burst of strength accompanied by a defiant roar needed to push them all aside. Glen was in there too, ready to jump in at any given moment. Good Guys tumbled over each other as they tried to regain themselves. Glenda was smashing their heads together or just straight up crushing them if she got her hands on one. She was tanking every blow and stab. A Cruel Angel's Thesis is playing in the background if this was a movie.
"What the hell, when was he that strong!?" Shauna cried, wishing she could do the same.
"Power of anime?" Ozzy almost non-ironically guessed.
"We need to help him!" Lottie more or less made a reckless move running out into the fray. "Glen! Glen!" she called as she did.
Lottie?
"She's here!?" Glenda had just torn a head off a Good Guy that introduced himself as Stevie. Then, some who had inquired if she wanted to play started yanking on her hair. "AH! Fucker!" Glenda remedied one of them by slamming her forehead into his face which shattered -that's the best way to describe it.
Tag out! Let me get us and her out of here! Regroup! Glen urged from the inside.
"No, I have to talk to her!" Glenda swung another Good Guy over her shoulder before lunging out from where the Good Guys had her pinned. You saw how much air they could get together in Seed. Fuck, I love writing super humans. She tackled Lottie like Tigger does to Pooh but was sure to rotate midair so she would end up scraping on the ground. She could take that. "Lottiepop! I'm so sorry!"
"...Glenda!?" Lottie heard her voice, then she saw her eyes. This was new for her. To be told about it as one thing to see it is another.
"It's me! I'm here!" Glenda held her in a tight hug where she lay. It was a hand on the back of the head hug, charged with emotion. "I take it back! No matter what, you'll always be my baby sister! That was so shitty of me to say otherwise! So shitty! I've been through a lot! Glen and I were split on whether letting Dreadie go was right or not back in that alley! Then, we got mad! We started yelling! Then I tried to rip his hand off with my teeth and now I feel horrible about everything I said and done recently but now have a clearer sense of what I am! I'm sorry! I love you!" She spoke so fast that you might as well have read that all as one sentence.
"Glenda...it's ok. I love you too." Lottie laughed, "...you there too, Glen?"
"Right here," Glen's eyes phased in, "I told you I'd get her back, and we're not going anywhere."
"Wow."
"Yup!" Glenda was back, "Together forever!" She held Lottie up like the little doll she was.
"I liked to be hugged!"
"Hey-o!" A Good Guy doll sprang them, and Glenda wasn't just ready for it, she was hoping for it. She easily continued holding Lottie up with one hand and gripped the Good Guy's neck with the other.
"I am trying to talk to my sister here, guy." Was all Glenda told him before squeezing and popping the toy's head off with minimal effort. I will never get tired of that.
"I wish I could do that," Shauna had just crippled more with the axe and was starting to break a sweat.
"Dreadie and Roller-bitch!" Glenda hugged Ozzy's leg in a way not to similar to when she first met him. "You both do care!"
"Glad you're ok, Glenda," Ozzy smiled.
"What's all this about caring now?" Shauna gave him a weird look.
"What's the situation with our dad?" Glen asked. Shauna showed him the semi-assembled Chucky on her hip.
"Coming together, we just need limbs!"
"Over there!" Glen pointed beyond the waves of Good Guys now beginning the swarm the storage and inventory area. The manufacturing the assembly line was just yonder. They also had some options -they could either charge through the horde or take the scaffolding stairs up through the walkways -at least there were significantly less there. Glen decided to do both. "Right then, everyone upstairs. I'll stay down here and slow them down. You'll meet me at the assembling machine."
"By yourself?" Ozzy asked.
"Far from it." Glen drew first blood, or rather fluff when he drove his foot into the gut of an oncoming Good Guy. It sent him flying back into his comrades like a bowling bowl to pins. Another one became his weapon when it tried to stab him with a ceremonial dagger as he caught his wrist and judo-flipped him at the others. This is cool, another Good Guy tried biting Glen's head like a zombie -right on the scalp. There was a tiny bit of blood drawn but it was far from worth it for the Good Guy because his teeth all shattered upon trying to bite down. Glen brushed the teeth from his hair. "Gross, look at what you blokes are doing to yourselves."
"Check yourself before you wreck yourself!" Glenda jumped in and put a fist right through his toothless maw. It came out the other side of his head, you better believe it. "That's your cue to run!" She urged the three to the walkway among the small sea of Good Guys that seemed to surround it. Shauna was keen on taking it as she cleaved through the dolls like a machete through brush in order to reach it.
"Acolyte!" Ozzy had just magically flung a Good Guy from the top of the platform when he felt his spine freeze over.
"Aw fuck..."
The Deacon was there now, tearing through the horde of his minions toward the stairs behind him and Shauna and Lottie still making their way up. If there was a Good Guy in front of him, the XL Little Washington was quick to slash them away from Glen's tanto. He took that off him, remember?
"Shit! Move! Move!" Shauna hurried Lottie along by scooping her under her arm. Burton had no intention of letting them out of his sights as he lunged them, tanto raised above his head with the intent to bury in it whoever came first's head. It was a fat lunge, superhuman in every sense of the word.
"Weeeeeeee!" Glenda could do superhuman leaps too. Like literally, I didn't come up with that ability, a reminder it's canon. She flew up from the sea of redheads she was wrestling with and latched onto the Deacon midair. The trajectory was broken and the two came crashing down before the stairs among the Good Guys.
"Glen! Glenda!" Lottie called.
"We got him! Get dad!" Glenda called back.
"You saw how they are together. Maybe they can actually beat him." Ozzy said.
"Can't stick around and find out," Shauna was the first to continue down the factory platform. Ozzy followed as did Lottie, but not before glancing back at Glenda getting back up along with the Burton as the Good Guys made a circle around them, just like they had as shadow men with Chucky and Tiffany back at his house. You know what that means. About to be a hard fucking throw down.
"Hello, motherfucker," Glenda gave the cockiest grin to the person who pretty much murdered her. She had gotten into the habit of clenching her fists rather than bearing her nails rather quickly.
"You have something that belongs to me." Glen switched in, the grin became a scowl. Burton pulled himself up and caught his breath. That actually knocked the wind out of him. That's a fantastic sign.
"Very well, then. Have it back!" Burton threw the tanto like a dart directly between his eyes, one of many skills he passed on to Chucky in serial killer 101.
Times like this I wish I could draw because this would look sick, especially in panels. Glen straight-up caught the tanto in a clap in that same instant. Both of his hands clamped on either side of the blade that was just coming directly at him at 30 mph. And I will let you know, the air did crack and make a sound like an anime or comic book because of it. Glen maintained his Ronin scowl as he took his beloved blade back into his hands.
"Thanks very much." Meanwhile, Glenda.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
"Remarkable. You're everything I thought you would be and more," Burton was wide-eyed himself, "A living Duality, the apex of Damballa's soul magic."
Is that a slur?
"Not bad for a cockroach, as you described us, right?"
"This changes everything. You are a true child of Damballa."
"We already have a mother and father. Funny story actually, we killed our father when we were six. And you trained him. What must that say about you?"
"I can teach you more than I ever could anyone, Duality. If I wanted you dead, you already would be."
Bullshit! I'm still here!
"Hey, Glenda?"
Yeah?
"Let's do it, just like a fusion."
Ok!
"Exact same time for it to work."
Yup
"We are two! You are one! We will destroy you!"/"We are two! You are one! We will destroy you!" They were both in the pilot's seat at that moment, speaking at the same time. It's a cool flex. Glen gripped the tanto with both hands and assumed the long-point stance. Burton was into it. He waved off the Good Guys around them to back off. A number of them had gone after the others as well. They had the intelligence of fish at this point and knew a predator when they saw one.
"Don't be so cocky. Dualities can still be killed. There's a reason why there are so few in numbers now." The Deacon's green, voodoo saber hissed and glowed as he armed himself. "It's a shame you'll be joining them. Maybe if I drain your body of your souls, I can instill more in."
"Try us, wanker."
Burton after all those years finally got a feel of how strong and fast a being of multiple souls could be. Glen was on the offense and the Deacon made the mistake of not taking him seriously. He held up his saber in what was supposed to be a nonchalant, one-handed block. If his bones were developed, then his arm would've broke. Burton was tough enough on his own but blocking actually caused him to uncomfortably stumble backward and nearly drop his weapon. He also never heard his saber clash that loudly with another before. Glen didn't say anything, but he did smile when Burton started using to hands as he started to swing at him.
It was by no means a static sword fight. Glen was using his smaller size to his advantage and was leaping all over the place in either a dodge or block of Burton's attacks. At one point their blades clashed while he was in midair. The fight started out surprisingly clean with both of them actually demonstrating good swordsmanship. It did get interesting when Glen flung a by-standing Good Guy right at Burton. The Deacon cleanly sliced him right down the middle as quickly as he came. Glen kept the samurai slashes coming.
Come on! Actually hit him!
"I'm trying and I will! This is a very delicate combat situation that requires focus and buying time!" Glen was brought to a crouching position from a particularly heavy blow from Burton he blocked.
We have teeth and he has a nose. What's there to focus on?
"Wait a minute...nose...ok!" With a burst of energy, Glen was back up but he didn't change his approach. He just kept on skillfully working the Deacon closer to him with his tanto. Each one more focused than the last, Glen could see the Deacon's eyes narrowing as he kept up. Glen finally gave a swing at his shoulder which the Deacon was more than ready for but he was counting on it. Their blade met at a standstill, pushing against each other. "Glenda, now!"
The grin returned with a triumphant cry of glee. The demeanor change was instantaneous, and so was the fighting style. Gone was the formulated and locked-in swordsman stance as Glenda, with fresh new strength, got the upper hand on the taken-off-guard Deacon. The slashes turned to stabs and some of them punctured Burton as he adapted to this sudden change. They still did nothing but puncture a plastic shell that didn't house any blood and guts just yet. When Burton did block a stab, Glenda did one of her many talents and fucked it up for both of them by twisting her wrist in such a way that both of them lost their weapons. In the next moment, she was on him like a Jurassic Park raptor.
"Gimme your fucking nose!" Glenda was going for just that with her teeth. Like he was handling an animal, Burton placed his hands on either side of her head and held her back inches from his face. Glenda chomped wildly.
Oh bollocks! He's squeezing! He's going to pop our head! Glenda! Get him off us! They could both feel their skull cracking.
"Here...I learned this...from watching you." Glenda switched it up since she had her hands free. If she wasn't going to bite off his nose, then she was going to reduce it to a bloody heap on his face, hoping he could bleed at this point. She drove a fist into Burton's face. Yes, into. The whole thing sank into his face. These weren't slow slugs, these were fast-paced punches one after the other. They made the 'choom' sound. Guys, only really powerful characters can do that. The floor beneath didn't just break, it became a little crater the Deacon soon lay pinned in. He was still squeezing her head. Blood began leaking out from the corners of Glenda's eyes as the pressure grew but she wasn't letting it up.
"Glen...I...don't think...I can keep this up." Her punches began to slow.
No need to!
This is why Dualities were the ultimate voodoo-killing machines. Multiple souls work together so their physical form never tires. The rapid punches picked up again as Burton continued to tank them. Glenda had pretty much sent his head through the floor with how deep the crater was getting but he still clung to theirs. Glen's punches were all knuckle compared to Glenda's.
Don't stop! Don't stop until you see blood!
Burton, however, decided that this was the time to stop and finally let go of Glen's head. He held his hands out and caught both of the oncoming punches and locked his grip around them. He was pushing back against Glen now as he rose back up. The floor beneath them continued to crack at the tension.
"Oi. Got something on your face." Glen grinned like Glenda. If Burton did have his hands at the moment then Glen would've actually wiped it off for him.
Burton didn't need to put his hand to his face to know. He felt it run down his upper lip and get a little in his mouth even though he couldn't taste yet. This is a breakthrough. The Great Deacon Burton was bleeding. And Glen and Glenda got him to. Red finally stained that stupid mock powdered wig face.
"Excellent. Now we're getting somewhere." Burton was keen on repaying him. Glen knew that he was going to be the brunt of the really unpleasant headbutt since Burton wasn't letting go of his hands. And, the guy was drawing his head back for such an attack. There was no avoiding it, but maybe he could reduce the damage. Glen moved his head to the side at the last moment and Burton ended up shattering his collarbone with his forehead. He did let go after that and Glen went skidding across the floor like he had been thrown out of a moving vehicle, once again knocking over several Good Guys around them like bowling pins.
"That...bloody hurt...Glenda?"
"Ding! Ding! Round two!"
The shattered collarbone was healed by the time Glenda pulled herself up. Duality works with the Dinosaurus rule -every time they switch all damage and injuries are healed -enormous battle advantage. Glenda ran then slid on the floor past the Deacon and reclaimed Glen's tanto. One of the Good Guys intervened and gave the Deacon back his saber. His master decided to thank him by hurling him by the overalls with minimal effort right at Glenda like Glen had done to him. Glenda ducked this one but Burton threw another and this one beamed her. Burton had thrown him so hard at her that the plastic body would explode on impact.
"Coming to fucking get you, old man!" Glenda gripped the tanto and sliced through the Good Guys in every conceivable way as the Deacon continued throwing them at her. Each time she destroyed one, she took a step closer to Burton. During that time he must've wasted almost two dozen Good Guys from that little stunt. Fluff and plastic were raining all around them. Some Good Guys that still had half a brain stepped back from their master cautiously as they watched.
"I will gladly die to a Duality any day, but I will never fall to a spawn of one of my lackeys!" Burton screamed as he began swinging his saber at Glenda. She was able to keep up, but not with nearly as much grace as Glen. During one clash, Burton grabbed Glenda by the sleeve and flung her across the floor once more. The whole sleeve in question tore away in the process. Glenda rubbed her head.
Glenda?
"I'm fine, Glen. We're fine...I'm going to kill this tosser." There it was. Glenda's original accent poked its head out once with her second statement whether she meant it or not. And she was totally fine with it.
She dragged the tip of the tanto roughly against the floor and flicked the ensuing sparks into Burton's eyes. It didn't hurt him, but it did blur his vision for a couple of seconds. She took those seconds to drive the tanto through the Deacon's forehead. The blade went all the way through and came out the other side. No blood or much reaction from the Deacon. She swatted Glenda away and pulled the blade from his head. It left a slit right about his brow.
"Not quite yet," he taunted, "You do continue to impress me, Duality. However, I begin to grow annoyed and Damballa awaits." He didn't seem to learn from the first time and threw the tanto at Glenda again. Instead of catching it, Glenda simply moved her head inches to the side and the blade sailed right past and into the head of a Good Guy bystander. The doll fell down, but he wasn't dead.
"Dontcha wish your girlfriend had finesse like me?" Glenda pulled the dagger from the nonchalant Good Guy like the sword in the stone. The feud could only continue.
"What machine are we looking for?" Everything was up and running on the Play Pal factory floor like a normal workday. Voodoo magic and ghosts emit some sort of electromagnetic energy. I didn't come up with that, but someone did. From where they stood it was hard to tell where the assembly line began and ended.
"This belt looks like it goes places." Shauna pointed out. By now the belt that you know from the movies was in disarray with doll heads and bodies strewn about it rather than on their usual assembly pedestals. As oblivious as a company as Play Pal was, they really had this doll-making thing worked out. The telltale sounds of pursuit grew closer on the catwalk they just descended.
Lottie and the two hurried along and followed the belt to the machine that installed the Good Guy eyes. It was moving twice as slowly, but it was still the very same one from 1990. A couple of Good Guys were crouched around it, seemingly enamored by the rhythm it produced. It was a loud ass machine too that metallically screamed every time it was in action. Shauna was all set to take them out, but Lottie stopped her.
"Let me," Chucky's youngest didn't wait for a response but Shauna stood by Ozzy as she engaged the possessed dolls. Maybe seeing her older sibling rallied her because she was more furious with them too. These two were armed with daggers so it was more impressive too. Lottie quite literally disarmed the one standing before the machine. She did have to turn and face him when he grabbed with her with his one good hand. She was slicing and pulling his whole front apart, face and body. This was all in the name of damage, she could escape anytime she wanted. That was until the other grabbed her head and pulled it back. This was the one behind the machine so Lottie had a great view of the eye installing machine coming down right at her.
"Lottie!" Shauna was going to intervene but Lottie proved that she had it more than covered.
Just as the machine made its drop with its aged metal screech Lottie gave a scream inspired by Glenda and pulled her head up. The Good Guy was stupid and didn't let go and the back of his head was dotted up the machine, literally giving him eyes on the back of it. However, the machine came down a little too hard and pretty much punched a hole in his head too. It paused before retracting back up but bringing the struggling body of the Good Guy up with it. The machine sparked and suffered every sort of mechanical error when it rotated and the body was caught in it. That shit wasn't going to work anymore.
"These things are getting on my last nerve!" Lottie got the upper hand on the Good Guy in front and wrestled his face against the running conveyor belt. It was no belt sander kill, but it did fuck up his face pretty good. Nothing like the buzzing sound of friction buzzing something away. Lottie held him up after nearly a minute in true killer fashion. "I'm done playing with you." She tossed him off the belt and at Shauna's feet. She finished the job with the blunt end of the axe, a smoothed away face, and crushed-in head must do these dolls in.
"That machine has absolutely killed someone before," commented Shauna, "So, do they do the eyes before or after they put the dolls together?"
"Looks like it's right after! Check it!" Ozzy had noticed that the belt looped against the wall before coming to the eye installation. Just a couple of yards down was the limbs machine. It was situated in that same alcove where the floor had a lot more open space, not too far from the plastic vats -which had also come alive and heated up to melting point temperatures. The belt leading up and into the limbs machine wasn't moving nor was the chamber-like machine even on. The thing must've had its own power source being the largest machine in the factory. Having it on an incline that goes up and then down seems dramatic, but it makes sense since the limbs were coming from the ceiling racks. There were barely any there, but the machine was already locked and loaded with a set. They had to be in order for this work.
"Hey!" Shauna stood next to the belt before it ascended into the machine, "They still got the bases!" She got to work immediately, taking the limbless, lifeless Chucky and securing it to one. She cleared all the other ones off the belt and placed Chucky on his before the machine.
"That leaves the power," Lottie and Ozzy stood by the machine's control panel, pressing the buttons with no response.
"Got some right here," Ozzy shook his wrist and couldn't help but whisper "c'mon, c'mon, c'mon" in vast intervals. He got what he wanted. When he pressed the button this time, the machine received that much-needed burst of electrical power to function. But that's the thing when that machine works. It made the most blaring, ear-piercing alarm-like sound something could be capable of. It did compliment Chucky's screams of pain and begging in the movie though. This was a good thing here because Chucky's incomplete form was now heading up toward the machine. But a really bad thing because a whole lot of Good Guys were about to bear down on them.
Somewhere even closer than they imagined when they started coming out from underneath and over the machinery. The ones that were chasing them over the walkway had also caught up with them. There was one particular Good Guy that crawled out from under the limb machine, right where Ozzy was standing in front of the control console. This Good Guy, this mindless drone, had the audacity to not attack Ozzy but press the button and turn off the machine before Chucky's body could enter.
"Hey! No!" Ozzy scolded it a lot less than he should've have and pressed the button. The machine started, only to be stopped again by the defiant Good Guy.
"Hi! My name is Quincy!" That was his way of saying no.
"No! Stop it!" Ozzy turned it on again. Quincy turned it off.
"Wanna Play?"
"You little shit." Ozzy pressed the button again. Guess what Quincy did.
"I like to be hugged."
"Come on, man." On and off again. Chucky isn't getting closer to the machine.
"I'm your friend to the end!"
"Wait, a minute. I'm a magic man!" Ozzy pressed his hand to Quincy's face and blasted, it blew out the other side of his head. Quincy fell back and Ozzy finally claimed the console. Chucky's body was just about there. There were so close.
Shauna and Lottie were fighting back the Good Guy forces. By now, they were getting really good at it. Shauna really was like a barbarian with that axe. She was focused on crowd controlling those with daggers while taking the head or upper body of anyone who dared to get too close. Lottie was doing Shauna solids the way she was slipping around the horde damaging any Good Guy that got in her way. Ozzy stayed by the machine and covered it with his fancy Acolyte magic. What was strange was that he could feel the blasts becoming less effective as they seemed to wain in power. What used to blast Good Guys apart or send them flying was now just causing them to stumble.
"Won't be long! Chucky just went in!" Ozzy cried.
Enter Glenda in a very painful way. She was screaming as she went flying over the conveyor belt and briefly burned herself on the base of a molten plastic vat nearby. She came in like a mortar and took out some Good Guys on the way in like superhero collateral. The ripped sleeve was her only visible damage but there was so much more before she took over for Glen and healed up when she could. They were spamming this ability because Burton decided he was going to stop toying with them for making him bleed.
"Glenda?" Lottie distracted herself and was struck on the back of the head by a warring Good Guy.
"That device is loud," Burton pulled himself over the belt into the fray as well. The moment he did he flung his voodoo saber at Ozzy, or what looked like Ozzy at first.
"Fuck..." Fuck was right. The Deacon had thrown his saber right into the limb machine control panel. The alarm, whirring, and limb attachment arms shut down just as they dropped down and possibly made the connection. It was impossible to tell. Chucky's form was still inside the chamber, which doors had also locked with loss of function.
"A new body won't be saving him. Nothing will. I'll ask you one more time, Acolyte. Will you accept your role and fulfill your destiny?" The Good Guys surrounding Ozzy relented but those around Lottie and Shauna did not. Glenda had just pulled herself up. Some Good Guys tried to contain her but could do no such thing. Off their heads went with the tanto.
"Fuck you and fuck destiny!" Ozzy pointed and fired at the Deacon. It was the last of the electric-based power he seemed to possess that no longer could kill a Good Guy. Needless to say, Burton just stood as the branches of the bolt engulfed him at light speed and constructed him over the period of several seconds. It was at least intense enough to burn away his nylon flag cape in a really cool way.
"You must have pictured that going a different way," the Deacon shook it off. Ozzy whimpered.
"Leave Dreadie alone!" Glenda had charged through several Good Guys to get behind Burton in less than five seconds to get behind Burton. It wouldn't matter. He turned around and caught her by the neck before she could take his head off with the tanto.
"Let's really test those healing abilities, Duality." The Deacon held her and positioned his hand just above her gut.
No! Glenda!
"W-what.
Burton drove his open hand like an arrowhead directly into Glen's gut. He grabbed something, it was impossible to tell at first because it as just coated in blood, and pulled. Some, if not most of it. Glen writhed and have a gurgling scream as blood shot from his mouth. It was much worse than when he broke both of his arms or rather Glenda's arms earlier in their fight. Ozzy watched the whole thing frozen in shock.
Glen...
"It's ok...we can make it! We can do anything!" Glen unleashed a barrage of punches, sweet pale knuckle missiles on every part of Burton's face. He was going to try to make everything bleed.
"Enough." The Deacon threw him aside. What he was pulling turned out to be an intestine as three feet of it unraveled out of Glen before he let him go. Glen was on his side, holding his insides.
"Ok, Glenda...we'll be fine."
Yeah...anything
Glenda moaned in pain as she returned to body dominance. In that same instance, the innards which the Deacon had ripped out began to ravel up in reverse and pull itself back into her body. Glenda also felt a great deal of her breath approaching.
"Glen!? Glenda!?" Lottie slid through the legs of an unsuspecting Good Guy after dispatching some but crippling most next to her siblings.
"We goo, Lottiepop, we goo." Glenda glanced at her large intestine slowly but surely returning to its proper place. "Just need some time."
"Oh shit," Lottie saw that they were now being surrounded by shadow men Good Guys. "Shauna!"
"Busy here!" Shauna was engaged with nearly 20 Good Guys. Things weren't looking good on her end, to say the least.
"Osborne!" Lottie cried. The dude in question was at saber point. The Deacon removed the Heart and Soul from underneath his garb.
"I have longed for this day, and so has Damballa! You will cooperate!" Burton pressed his blade a wee bit harder against Ozzy's neck.
"BURTON!" Lottie screamed.
The Deacon turned but didn't acknowledge her with words, just a scowl.
"ADE DUE DAMBALLA AWAKE!"
You know what that does. I know what that does. Here we fucking go! The entire factory floor experienced a power surge unlike any other as soul magic began to stir. Several of the lights blew out as they illuminated to such intensities between surges. Doll-making machines and conveyor belts picked up and accelerated to speeds that they never operate. But the biggest sparks and haywire behavior came from the limb machine. The control panel exploded. The buttons and parts went flying everywhere and the mechanical arms of the machine shook wildly before suddenly being pushed back into their upright positions, some of them a little too hard and broke. Thunder boomed from outside the building as the God itself was watching and intervening for a soul that it knew all too well. The magic seemed to have some interference with the Good Guys because most of them stopped fighting which gave Lottie and Shauna an advantage. The thunder suddenly died down and the machines and factory resumed as the dominant sound. There was then a pound from inside the limb attachment chamber, on the door that let out of it once the doll was completed. Then another. Something was trying to get out. The control panel beside a now smiling Ozzy sparked for the final time and the doors opened. The machine was old so it smoked after years of in operation but there was no need for it to settle. We all know who's back and coming out.
"Hi! I'm Chucky! And I'm your friend til the end! Hide-ho! Haha! HahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" A pristine plastic hand shot out of the chamber and gripped the frame. It was quite literally a rebirth. The child-recorded laugh crescendoed into the iconic laugh we all know and love.
"YEAH!" Shauna slammed the axe into a Good Guy's side, splitting him, she pointed at the Deacon, "Sorry Jack! Chucky's back!"
"DAD!" Glen and Lottie cheered.
Good grief! He's naked! Glenda covered her metaphysical eyes.
Chucky shook his hair out as he pulled himself from the machine. He stretched out in his new scarless body, expecting to crack, but no sounds because no bones. Now that I'm picturing him, getting chased and killed by a naked, junkless killer doll would be scary. The greatest killer doll of them all had the biggest smile on his face as he felt all the strength of his prime self returning. He couldn't feel nothing! Not even the air!
"Legends don't die. They're just reborn. They also strangle the fuck out of and disembody their former masters." He walked down the limb machine belt like a plastic Dr. Manhattan. Deacon Burton didn't take his eyes off him the entire time.
"You could've been the best, little one," he said as Chucky sized him up.
"I am." Chucky wasn't wasting any more time. His prime strength was channeled in a punch that sent Burton stumbling back from Ozzy and his nose bleeding again.
"So here it is. The first Lakeshore Strangler against the last Lakeshore Stranger. I'm interested in seeing how many decades this saga will be as long as we keep coming back."
"It all ends tonight, fuck face!" Chucky was on him again. It's kind of funny that he was fighting him with no clothes. I don't care if Beowulf made it look cool. Burton had reclaimed his saber but Chucky was able to wrap his hands around the blade and keep it from him. The two killers stumbled around in that hold as Good Guys attempted to join the fray.
"Dad!" Glen called and passed him the tanto. Now, those Good Guys were fucked. Chucky caught it and made short work of them as they tried to get their hands on him. Finger, hands, arms, shoulders, neck, it didn't matter where the cut began. Burton did get an opening and impaled Chucky on his saber through his core, but Chucky stood without so much as registering the stab. No blood drew or dripped, naturally.
"C'mon!" Chucky slashed Burton across the eyes. And guess what, it left a mark. It was a big, red scratch right over his eyes and the top of his nose like one of Chucky's old scars. That combined with the bloody nose painted a picture of a man losing his edge.
"I will draw blood! I always draw blood!" After a clash of blades, Burton tangled his fingers his Chucky's hair and flipped him onto the ground with more superhuman roars as he drove his saber down but Chucky got out of the way as it sank through the floor. Burton then grabbed Chucky at the ankles and began swinging him at and then beating other Good Guys with him. Several of the others foolishly made their over in an attempt to help hold the failing Chucky down but were torn apart like they just stepped into a fan with how fast and hard Burton was swinging him. Fluff and limbs scattered about. Honestly, Chucky loved it. Sure fighting to regain control was hard, but it didn't hurt to laugh and ride it like a carnival. "You will bleed!" Burton was really incessant on that.
"No dice, pal." Chucky did manage to get his ankle free and nail Burton in the face with a kick. That really pissed him off.
"I will tear you in two!" Burton grabbed Chucky's neck and held him above his head. All he had to do was pull apart. That wouldn't kill Chucky but it would more than set him and the others back. Chucky kept driving his free elbow into Burton's head. He was really using the fact that he couldn't feel to his advantage. Hitting harder than he ever had before not worrying about hurting or straining himself as a mortal. He wasn't there but he almost made the "choom" sound. The Deacon wasn't deterred even with the thin stream of blood now running down the side of his head.
"Ade due Damballa, go fuck yourself." Ozzy was out of his shock and to his feet with his wrist at the ready. Reminder for the reader that he has to hold it like a gun because that arm is still broken. While it seemed that there wouldn't be any more electric powers, Ozzy used what he had before -the good old force push. He came up behind the Deacon and placed his hand just inches from his back.
The voodoo force blast sent the XL Washington flying backward far over the limb attacher and several other machines, hitting several of them in the process. Chucky had fallen from his hold as he took that flight. The Deacon didn't cry out, he often took the big hits quietly. What wasn't quiet was the crashing noise at the far end of the factory back by the storage area. Ozzy really did send him flying to the other side of the building. That gave them some time until he launched a counterattack. The Good Guy numbers were dwindling where they were. Those that weren't wiped out by Lottie and Shauna were destroyed in Burton's and Chucky's scuffle may have followed Deacon to regroup too. The only live ones by them were those too damaged to move.
"Chucky! It worked!" Ozzy knelt down as Chucky pulled himself up.
"Always does," he said, "I think this is actually the best it's ever worked. I feel like a million bucks, that is to say, nothing at all!" Ozzy gave him a funny look.
"It's not weird to look, Ozzy. There's nothing there, and if there was I don't judge."
"No, it's actually your face. I really liked the stitches better. You look like Mr. Mxyzptlk."
"I'd blend up yours right now, but I actually know exactly what you mean. Scars and stitches made me look distinguished. But hey! That's what so great about new faces, we get to fuck them up!"
"Here," Ozzy reached into his back pocket and unscrunched the Play Pal prototype onesie he found in the workshops. I can try to stretch it as a super suit but at the end of the day that's what it is. "You may want this if you start feeling sooner rather than later. Also can help when the family jewels grow back in."
"I don't know. Maybe I like the freedom," Ozzy's face dropped, "Ha! Yanking your chain!" Chucky slipped into the measuring garment. Numbers and marks measured the wingspan, waist, bust, and even the pits with circles displaying circumferences. The sleeves of the white onesie stopped at Chucky's forearms while the bottom portion measuring pelvis and leg size stretched to the center of his calves. On the chest of the onesie was the Play Pal logo. He didn't need shoes at the moment, with no feeling or nerves yet Chucky was like a hobbit when it came to that. "Damn, this must be how figure skaters feel."
"Dad!" Lottie ran into his arms now that it was safe.
"Hey, you." He wrapped his arms around her and ruffled her hair. "Look at you, running around taking names like a big girl. So proud of you...Holy shit...Glenda."
"Hi dad." Glenda's eyes lit up. That's how he knew it was her. She gave a wave as her intestines were just one foot shy of being completely reeled in, lack for a better word. There was a puddle of blood around her, but that was alright. She could make more.
"Why are your guts all over the floor, kid?"
"Working on that...wait a minute," Glenda clenched her fists and took a nasty, nasal inhale like she was sucking in snot. It worked actually. The remaining intestine shot back into the cavity just like so. The hole in her gut became a flesh wound then a scab before finally smoothing out all in less than 10 seconds. The hole in her shirt wasn't going anywhere though.
All great anime protagonists have had a hole punched through them!
"Shut up, Glen."
"Glen?" Chucky asked, "He's in there too? You guys are like this again? Glenda are you-"
"It's fine, Dad." Glenda stood back up, "This what I want, what I really am."
"Whatever makes you happy, Glenda."
"Ah, I fucking love you, Dad!" Glenda bear-hugged him off the ground with her Duality strength. In her head, Glen was laughing. Nothing was funny, it was happy laughter.
The upper half of a Good Guy was pitifully trying to crawl away from the walking doll butcher shop that was Shauna. She wasn't having it. She stomped on his back and embedded the axe in his head before pulling it off Dark of The Moon style.
"Welcome back, Chuck." Shauna held out a fist in offering of a bump. Chucky just glanced at it, unsure of what to do at first like the adorable boomer that he was.
"Yeah, good to see you're still kicking, future FBI's Most Wanted. Oh shit! Head's up!"
A patrol of Good Guys had returned to take their revenge. Glenda was still holding Chucky when they showed up so she took the opportunity to throw him at one. Chucky welcomes that with a gleeful scream as he effortlessly began tearing the Good Guy apart. The doll was armed with a dagger but every stab was worthless. No blood, no feeling, just as he had planned. Glenda had gotten to work on one too, punching his jaw off before using the tanto.
Shauna was running out of breath. She soon found she could barely lift the axe let alone swing it with how she's been performing for nearly the last two hours. Her axe strikes were more akin to pokes as she tried to keep the Good Guys surrounding her at bay. "Ozzy, help!" That sequence of words rarely left her mouth.
"Shauna!" Ozzy had his wrist pointed at her but was hesitant. The mark was firing off force blasts now. At least with electricity bystanders could be stunned, with this they could be crushed. The good news is that Ozzy never got to try it.
It's been over 20,000 words but now she's finally here too! Tiffany dropped from the upper catwalks above the plastic vats right onto one of the Good Guys with a shrill shriek that projected nothing but fury. She roared as she hammered his head against the floor until his plastic face broke. She was holding Frick and Frack too and introduced another Good Guy to them after she was done with the other. She madly stabbed and tore at him and the others that came her way. Shauna couldn't take her eyes off Tiff with how she was moving. Up and down and around any strike that came her way and when she did finally strike it was with all her might. It was like one of her roller derbies but with no skates or rules -just maim your opponent.
"NO! MORE! FUCKING! GOOD GUYS!" As Tiffany began to slow down as the Good Guy number dwindled Shauna could see that she had stab and scratch marks all over her face and arms. There was a fair amount of blood she was coated in, which had to be her own since the Good Guys couldn't bleed yet. The wet blood made a great adhesive as fluff from that several Good Guys she had to work her way through to get her stuck to her on her back and shoulders, a little on her chest. Her dress was so torn that it stopped at her knees like a punk dress rather than an actual bridal one.
"Tiff!" Chucky called as he helped Glenda draw and quarter a Good Guy, he had the arms she had the legs. Their numbers were reduced around this point as the patrol was dispatched. Even though the Good Guy that Tiffany ripped all the electronics and face off of was gone, she kept stabbing away at the body with Frick and Frack. "Tiff!" Chucky called again, placing a hand on her.
Tiffany shrieked and plunged both Frick and Frack into his core and pushed him back against the base of the limb attacher. Chucky was completely fine as he just rolled with it. Tiffany's eyes were locked on Chucky's face and that was the problem, all she saw was a Good Guy. "Tiff!"
"DIE!" She withdrew Frick and Frack from his body and held them above his eyes. Chucky had his hands on her wrists now as he pushed back against her.
"Tiff! Jesus fuck, you're strong!" he commented, "It's me! Chucky!" That was working. It didn't have to be a big dramatic thing. Tiffany was just in an adrenaline rush, not mind control. Her efforts to stab his eyes out lessened as he felt her beginning to lower Frick and Frack.
"Chucky..." she breathed.
"Yeah, it's me. Not leaving you anytime soon...sweetface." Chucky never called her that before, he never called anyone that before. After years of hearing it, it felt good to say back. Tiffany calmed, dropping Frick and Frack at her side. As she moved her hands gently up to Chucky's new face, held her by hers as well. Some of the Good Guy fluff from her shoulders stuck to the blood on her cheeks. Chucky giggled as he picked a couple of wads off. "Haha, you look like a sheep with all this." Tiffany moved her hands around his face, extra sure to grope his complexion. "What?" Chucky shook his head lightly to playfully get her to stop.
"So smooth," Tiffany chuckled before kissing him. She was too tired to do anything overly dirty. Their foreheads touched and only their lips met in a tired but grateful smooch. It's wholesome, enjoy it. Chucky couldn't feel her, which did make him a little upset -but he will again soon. "Oh my god, what are you wearing?" Tiffany asked.
"It was kind of last minute. I really enjoy this fit though. I wonder if after I regain sensations it will still feel like wearing nothing."
"Turn around. Do a turn for me."
"Tiffany...I can tell you're thinking about squeezing my ass. Please not right now."
"I've gone through Hell and back to get here. I even started smoking again! I deserve a little something and this is perfect!" She seized the small but more prominent cheeks and lived several Child's Play fan's fantasies with claw machine-like grips. Chucky was now grateful he had no feelings yet.
"No, stop." He wasn't raising his voice which meant he was low-key cool about it. He still played along and tried to shake his wife off him.
"It's mine. I want it!" Tiffany was laughing now.
"Gross," Glenda commented to Lottie.
"What was all this about mom smoking now?" Lottie was learning a lot about her family tonight.
"If you guys are done playing grab ass, I really would like to know how we can kill this Deacon guy. We can't keep this up all night." Shauna said.
"Take him apart and hide the pieces across the country or maybe the world?" Ozzy suggested.
"No that won't work," Chucky lowered his head in thought, "We can't kill him. He'll just come back in who the fuck knows when. His soul is the problem. As long as it exists, he'll keep living."
"Go to be something we could do, Dad." Lottie said.
"No. It's impossible to kill a soul. All I know how to do is move them."
"Wait. What if we put his soul someplace where he can't come back?" Tiffany suggested.
"Maybe...but it would have to be someplace far away from here. I mean really here. There's no place on Earth we can put him where he won't find his way back."
"What about where Damballa comes from?" Ozzy asked.
"Excuse me?"
"The Acolyte summons Damballa from His plane of existence -a place that isn't Heaven, Hell, or Earth like you said. Maybe we could do the ritual but instead of bringing Damballa here-"
"We bring Burton to Damballa!" Chucky finished, picking up Frick and Frack where Tiffany had dropped them, "Holy shit! We can do this! We can beat him! Forever!"