Deacon Burton put a Good Guy's head throw the wall in frustration. That was a bit out of line, he was just trying to help him up after being magically flung by Ozzy across the factory. The ancient super-killer gritted his teeth, not taking his hand off his minions head as he pulled him out from the wall and crushed his head like he would've done to Glen's. Burton was back over on the storage side of the factory floor from where he had landed. He was heaving like an angry bull, his lungs hadn't formed yet but he could almost feel them. Several Good Guys began to mobilize around him, being drawn to the pillar of their power. Burton could hear those who had pledged their souls to him yelling and screaming as he continued to mystically pull at them with the same message from day one -obey your god. He was subconsciously planting images of Chucky's face along with those of his family into each one of their heads. For the first time tonight, their deaths were taking priority over bringing Damballa to Earth.

"Shadow men, to me..." he wiped his bloody nose like it would matter, the thing would just keep bleeding as he grew more vulnerable each second, "Wipe him and his blood line from this world." Several loops of "I like to be hugged" and "Want to play?" surrounded him like the voodoo magic that his glowing saber emitted. It was a pleasant surprise for him when the ceiling above him burst and several Good Guys that had been on the floors above him directly made their way to him. This was it, this was his final wave.

"The only thing that matters now is the Acolyte!" Burton clutched both amulets as the stones began to glow.


"When I get to the two amulets from him, be ready with that chant." Chucky told Ozzy as the group moved from the assembly line. He and his family darted under and over machinery while Ozzy and Shauna took the long way around them. "Four verses, just like I told you can't possibly fuck that up. The door will open and I'll be able to shove Burton inside with the soul transfer spell."

"How do I close it?" Ozzy asked, helping Lottie out from under a crevice beneath the conveyor belt.

"Who says you need to?"

"We're not doing our own summoning!" Shauna barked from behind everyone, she was moving much slower now.

"Only way to win this."

"Maybe I could just break the amulets once we cast Burton into Damballa's dimension." Ozzy was actually on to something there.

"Hey! Do that and I'll kill you! Just worry about handling the Deacon and not about what comes next." Chucky seemed to leave it at that as he scouted ahead with Tiffany joining him. Lottie and Glen lagged begin with Ozzy and Shauna.

"With an attitude like that you'd think he already beat the Deacon," Glen said, "Truth be told, I'm not sure even he knows what he'll do after."

"Whatever you're thinking about, Osborne, it won't come to it. Things are different," said Lottie.

What were we talking about? I zoned out. Glenda metaphysically sounded off.

"You're going to want to stay away from both us when we start," Chucky was telling Tiffany, "We can't feel anything right now and we're sure as hell going to hit like it."

"And I will be right there," she shook her head, "I'm going to make this should-be mummy hurt."

"You won't be able to, but he could hurt you! I'm not putting you through that again!"

"Chucky, let me tell you something, as your wife, I've been stabbed, shocked, burned, suffocated, and shot -some of them by you. Working for Hollywood, I've been blackmailed, stalked, trafficked, sexually assaulted, and ostracized on a world stage. I think I know hurting a little bit more than you do."

"Fair enough..."

"Exactly, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make him fear me as much as he fears his god." She moved a hand across her sliced chest. "I never get tats removed."

"Aw, here let me give it a kiss to make it feel better." Chucky hovered over her breast making kissy noises before burying his face in it. This was while they were walking, so Tiffany had to hold them both up as she stumbled. Chucky instantly pulled back when he got a mouthful of blood considering that the wound never really stopped bleeding. "Oh man, that's foul! It's like someone poured molasas down a tuba! How and why do you and Glenda put this in your mouth!?" He spat and cleared his tongue.

"It's kind of an acquired taste." Tiffany laughed.

"Awful! Just awful!" Chucky coughed. "This shi-"

It wasn't just Chucky, everyone went quiet when a cult dagger suddenly embedded itself in his back. The culprit that had thrown it revealed himself from under a walkway.

"Hi! I'm Tommy! And I'm your friend till the end! Hidee-ho! Hahah!" He still had another dagger ready to go.

"Huh, look who else was born again tonight," Chucky looked at him like he knew him. He already had his two red voodoo blades with him and was about to make short work of him, but Tiffany beat him to it.

Compared to when she found them, Tiffany was much quieter and collected when she took down Tommy. She instantly had him on his belly with her knees on his back keeping him from going anywhere. Hands thoroughly twisted in his red hair, she slammed his face repeatedly on the concrete factory floor. She kept going after she heard his face crack and break. She pulled up his head and his crushed-up mug took Chucky back to 1991 before taking the dagger from him. Tiffany then nonchalantly got off the broken doll and pulled the other dagger from Chucky's back. Still, no feeling or blood from his end.

"More will follow, let's take the fight to them!" urged Glen. The telltale sounds of approaching Good Guys ensued once more from all around. This was the one bit of rest they would have before the push that determines whether or not they make it. Glen glanced at the nearby walkway's guardrail where Tommy had jumped out. He grabbed it and tore a section off its mounting after placing his tanto back in its sheath.

"Glen, what are you-" Chucky then gasped as Glen placed the metal pole on the ground and bent one end upwards like a superhero. He did the same with the other end to so it made a u-shape. While he bent that metal like clay, the sound it made as he did so did not agree with the treatment. "Holy shit."

"I'm going to make space for you to get to the Deacon!" Glen held the u-rail up like a half hula hoop, "Glenda and I will keep the Good Guys busy too!"

"Wait, before we-"

"Tallyho!" Glen was off before Chucky could further strategize. He and everyone were kind of left in his dust. Inside his head, even Glenda was little speechless.

"Ok! No one fucking die!"

One more push. This was it. Cut to a bunch of unsuspecting Good Guys pretty much shuffling aimlessly around the factory floor they had claimed. Burton was on the backlines. Funny how he could never be found on the front. The dolls seemed to talk to one another through their voice box recordings. It must be exhausting trying to create a whole language that only consists of three phrases. Burton was still by the wall as his army covered him. His breaths were becoming more labored as wiped the blood running from his nose.

It was like a snowplow or an icebreaker on a ship. Glen came out with the rail out in front of him. It really was key when it came to crowd control. Good Guys in his path either were thrown out of his way or torn as the metal rail sped through their midsections or necks. They were just the ones he took by surprise when he entered the fray. Other Good Guys from around Burton and the floor began to converge on him as Burton got to witness the strength of a Duality at work some more. Glen, with Glenda's help, kept barreling through them all, leaving several ones on their backs in his wake. He had gotten pretty deep into enemy territory by the time the rail had reached its threshold in damage and broke in his hands. He dropped both ends as the Good Guys recuperated and began to surround him.

"Seems hardly fair," Glen armed himself with his beloved tanto, "For you."

Everyone was in action in here. Moments after Glen went in, Chucky and Tiffany darted in right after with Ozzy, Shauna, and Lottie trailing them. Chucky was tearing one up like a werewolf while Tiffany had already demolished a couple. They were only going to advance. Shauna and Ozzy hung back with Good Guys coming at all sides. The factory floor sounded like a medieval battleground at this point. The majority were going after Glen who was more than a match for them, that at least gave everyone else just a little space. Distract, advance, and slack seemed to be the game plan to get the amulets from Burton.

"Ozzy..." Shauna was sweating bullets, her tank top was damp like she was in the rain. She had tried to slice the head off an attacking Good Guy with the fire axe but she wasn't able to send the blade through anymore. The axe clumsily nicked the Good Guy's neck and his head hung over his shoulder still connected by uncut plastic. It didn't kill him either, he was still going. "Help me." Shauna never admitted that anything was too much for her, and she rarely asked for help but she was barely holding onto that axe and each swing was growing weaker than the last.

"Let me try something! Toss that axe!" Ozzy held his wrist out and Shauna got the same idea and did so. Ozzy redeemed himself here after he fumbled two chapters ago with his powers. This time, he telekinetically caught the axe. It did what he mentally commanded it to do and started spinning like an airplane propeller as it floated in midair. Ozzy then turned it in the direction of several Good Guys behind Shauna. "Get down."

Shauna flopped onto her gut as she felt the spinning axe whoosh over her. Lottie was fighting off a couple close by her and did the same -said Good Guys not so much. The axe sailed through the horde. If they were able to bleed then this would have been like Dead Alive as they were all shredded in a glorious plume of stuffing and plush. When some of the Good Guys got the idea and turned heel to run, Ozzy directed the axe right after them.

"Get some, FUCK!" Ozzy went down after a Good Guy that introduced itself as Rudy nailed him in the leg with a dagger. It was a deep slash right across (and in) his shin. When Ozzy went down, so did the axe.

"I'm your friend to the end!" Rudy stood over him as he gripped his bleeding shin.

"No! I am!" Lottie, despite being smaller than Rudy, wrapped both her arms around him from behind and tried to drag him away from Ozzy. Daggers in her hands, she was also stabbing away at his core. Rudy was reaching behind himself, trying to grab at her. Lottie began pulling back as she started to visualize Rudy not as someone bigger than her, but as the doll he was. Lottie roared out as she actually got him off the ground as she suplexed his ass.

"That's what I'm talking about, baby!" Shauna loved it. Ozzy was back up, taking most of the weight off his injured shin. Lottie rolled away as he slammed his foot on Rudy's face.

"Great, because I will not be doing that again." Lottie caught her breath herself. More were on the way, and she and Ozzy stood their ground together.

"BURTON!" Chucky was fighting five Good Guys at once. One was on his back, two tried taking his arms, and the others were trying to shank him with their daggers -I mean they were, but it wasn't doing anything. Chucky tore the one off his back with Frack while he was able to get his mouth around another one's wrist. Off went that hand as he chewed into it. Plastic tears just a tad bit easier than flesh. Meanwhile, he slammed Frick in another Good Guy's head and twisted it off. When a new one grabbed him from behind, Chucky just kept smashing his elbow against his face until it broke. Again, he was fighting off others while doing this. More Good Guys came from all around, but it didn't matter none of them could hurt him. Frick and Frack tore through with sweet serrated beauty. "BURTON! COME OUT AND KILL ME YOURSELF YOU PUSSY!" He buried Frick and Frack into the eyes of an oncoming Good Guy and tore his face in two. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"

Chucky did get his answer when a balled up fist clocked him in the face amidst all the Good Guys' inferior blows and sent him flying back into packing machinery. That left a dent in the aged metal. If said machine wasn't broken, it surely was now. Chucky didn't need to shake it off. It didn't hurt or leave any marks.

"You really are insistent about wanting your soul devoured, little one." The XL Little Washington still towered over him. His green voodoo saber hissed as it rested on his shoulders. Chucky eyed the two chains around his neck that sunk into his Continental Army uniform.

"You aren't shit, old man." Chucky held Frick and Frack up to his lips and whispered to them. He had only spoken four words in the voodoo tongue when his knifes sparked up themselves in a red hue just like way they were painted. "Anything you could do I could do better."

"Damballa will be the judge of that."

"Give those fucking amulets!"

I think when we arrest serial killers, we should put them in a Thunderdome-like setting and have them fight. That would be so cool. Winner gets a Grand Slam from Denny's. While these aren't normal serial killers and there is no breakfast at stake here, I imagine it would look a little like this.

It was a Christmas light show special as red met green when Chucky and Burton charged each other. They were no lightsabers, but those magic blades did make a neat hissing sound whenever they met. But with bigger weapon, Burton was on offense but with two smaller ones Chucky was able to do some pretty nimble defense. Any Good Guys that tried to intervene or help the Deacon were collateral.

"Come on, little one, do it for your family." Burton taunted as he evaded a stab meant for his shoulder and gripped Chucky's neck and slammed him to the concrete factory floor. Short doll legs worked wonders here as Burton began running and tearing up the floor with Chucky. Like how Glen had come Leroy Jenkinsing in, any Good Guys in the way were thrown clear. Chucky wasn't going for just his hand, but his whole limb as he wrapped himself around the larger doll man's forearm. He thrashed his weight abruptly to the side to tear it lose but the Deacon was still too tough for that. It did manage to throw him offside and loose his grip on Chucky as the two went tumbling and demolished several rows of old stacked Good Guy boxes.

Chucky was on his back and barely had time to recover when Burton brought down his saber in a blow intended to split him down from the top. Magic sparks flew as he kept it from doing so with Frick and Frack. Not being able to feel meant he could exert himself all he wants, but with Burton's saber gradually coming closer to his face, he couldn't keep it up forever. Chucky drove his foot into Burton's midsection but he wasn't moving or paying mind to it. The edge of his saber was just above Chucky's nose as it ever so slightly touched the bridge. Chucky actually did feel that. Then in the next second it was gone. That was Tiffany blindsiding the Deacon and decking him to the floor alongside Chucky.

"I'm not done with you, you piece of shit!" Armed with a shadow man's dagger, she was going right for his head where she had him pinned. The XL Little Washington doll had a Continental Army hat sewed in the hair to go with the uniform. Tiffany pretty much tore if off. That earned a scream from Burton. The threads that connected the hat to the dolls head had probably become exposed nerve endings. That's got to suck. The thin trail of blood that came trailing out from under his hair seemed to confirm that.

"You!" Burton gave her a wrecking ball like backhand that sent her off him. It was one of those strikes that made an audible sound. Tiffany wasn't thrown as far as Chucky, but she did feel it. That wasn't going to stop her. She was back up, screaming louder than Chucky ever could.

Burton swung at her but Tiffany gave a timely duck as she continued her advance. Her counter was driving the dagger right under Burton's chin -right through his mouth and up into his head. She left the dagger there. Burton's only response was a wince in annoyance. The only blood that presented itself once again was that from his nose. Burton shouted something unintelligible with the knife through his mouth as Tiffany grabbed at his neck. He lifted her by her hair with one hand and pulled the dagger out with his other.

"Why are you confronting me? You're not a Duality or invulnerable. You are the most unremarkable one here!"

"Let me tell what I told my last producer!" Tiffany then chomped down on his ear in a way that would've made Glenda proud. It took a lot more work than a human ear with Burton's plastic skin. When Tiffany had bit down she felt blood on her tongue. His sensory organs were on the way. Burton didn't scream but he gasped. He twisted and tore at Tiffany's hair but she was on with locked jaws.

"Common fucking wench!" Burton drove the dagger he pulled from his jaw into Tiffany's gut. She had something to bite on so it only resulted in it becoming harder. "You will let go!"

Tiffany screamed in defiance through her clenched mouth. Burton had one free hand now and was reaching his saber.

"Tough bitch, ain't she?" Chucky flanked Burton and evened the odds in his wife's favor. She managed to tear the XL Little Washington's ear free and spat it out in Burton's face before throwing her head back in laughter. Burton gave a furious roar and hurled her by the hair from himself and Chucky. She took out a couple of Good Guys on her landing like a mortar. That more than knocked the wind out of her, but she was smiling with bloodied teeth.

"Eat your hearts!" Burton batted a stab attempt by Chucky aside got him in a nelson. The goal wasn't to strangle him since it was impossible at that stage but to ground him. And it was working as Chucky swung fruitlessly with Frick and Frack.

"Oh, Deacon. Look what I got." Tiffany called. He should've looked but he would've found out later anyway. Tiffany lay there with a dagger in her gut and the Heart of Damballa swinging in her grasp out in front of her. She mentally admitted, it was bittersweet holding the trinket she and Chucky had chased on their first voodoo outing.

"You minxish little harlot!" That more than made Burton lose his hold on Chucky as he broke free and was back on him with Frick and Frack.

"Get that to Ozzy, babe!" Chucky charged his former master and was able to down him so he could chase her right away. Burton was about to get up but Chucky pinned him through the calve with Frack. Burton sank his fist into Chucky's face and the two continued their beat down. Tiffany got up as she pulled the dagger from her midsection. It wasn't a question of how red her torn dress was but how many white spots were left on it. She was a little wobbly when she ran but she was quick and able enough to deal with any more shadow men Good Guys that came her way.

"Hi! My name is-"

Glen punched the lower jaw off a Good Guy and gave him what we like to call a chinstrap. Scores had already fallen to him. The entire floor was covered in fluff and doll parts where he stood. Crowd control has never been easier with that extra boost of strength. Another Good Guy tried flanking him but Glen round house kicked him and sent him barreling through his comrades.

Oooo! Right in the schooglis! Oh! Look at this guy trying to flank us!

Glen did precisely that and did the most perfect upwards slice that split the Good Guy up the middle.

Do it again. I wasn't looking

"You can jump in anytime you want, Glenda." Glen kept at the horde, taking arms, legs, and heads whenever he could.

Yeah, but you're handling it so well.

That was more or less a jinx as Good Guy sank his dagger into Glen's back before being judo flipped. Another shanked him in the side before Glen bested him with his tanto. Glen dropped to one knee. "Glenda?"

"You raise me uuuuuuuuup!" Glenda was just that as the dagger was pushed out her back as it began to heal. She stuck her fingers in the Good Guy's responsible's eyes and mouth like a bowling ball after lunging him. She tore his head from his shoulders and beat another Good Guy with it, first to the floor, then until he stopped moving. All at once there was a loud crash just beyond the horde she was fighting.

Glenda! It's dad!

"I see him."

Chucky had been sent flying by Burton's voodoo strength as the two serial killers kept going at it. He actually crashed through and destroyed a doll assembly machine on his way in. Burton was on him in that next instant, intent on not giving him a chance to fight back -kind of past that point though. The Deacon grabbed Chucky by the color of his prototype Play Pal suit and slammed him against the machinery. Those blows echoed across the factory. More pairs of hands reached and grabbed at Chucky as Good Guys began to converge on their master's location.

"Hang on dad, we're coming!"

How? There's too many heads between us and him!

"That's a good thing!" Glenda sheathed the tanto and got down like a frog. Girl or creature, she was off like one as she leap from big Good Guy head to Good Guy head like Spider-Man on parade balloons. Some of the Good Guys didn't notice she was on them until she was already gone. Others weren't so lucky and she took their heads with her. "OI! WANKA'!"

Burton turned his head from Chucky just in time to get belted right in it with a severed Good Guy head. Anyone else in front of it would've been torn apart with the cannonball like force she threw it with. Burton cried out as that sent him on his back. Chucky was again fighting off Good Guys. He had two occupied with Frick and Frack but one was trying to grab at his legs.

"We got you, dad!" Glenda was intent on taking that Good Guy out. She had got a lunging start with her coiled fist, this was going to be a mighty one. Chucky managed to out maneuver the Good Guys that had his arms and get his foot free from the Good Guy and also drove it forward in a kick. Another great snapshot moment. On one side of the Good Guy's face you have Glenda's fist and on the other side you have Chucky's foot. Both all those met, all the contents (mostly fluff and screws) of that Good Guy's head exploded out of the top as it was crushed.

"..." Chucky was speechless as he just stared at his daughter.

"I haven't seen that look from you since you found Glen's hentai stash in his pillow cases."

Glenda!

"The Great Hentai Debacle of 2013."

Stop it! It could happen to anyone!

"Kawaii in the streets, but Sempai in the sheets, know what I'm saying."

AAAAAH!

I won't dwell on it. Chucky considers himself a tolerable man. Put an alternative lifestyle before his eyes and he won't kill you any differently. But all that hentai and doujinshi, that more than raised some eyebrows. He didn't speak to Glen for two months after, and he still hasn't touched calamari since. Another story for another day.

"You kids are just...something else," he smiled.

"We're aware," Glenda gave a toothy smile back, "This guy still being a prick?"

"We got him on the ropes, just need that one amulet."

"Say no more," a Good Guy lunged from behind Glenda but she just nonchalantly back fisted him in the face so hard that it exploded out the other side of his head, "I got it."

The Deacon pulled himself back up, impaling a Good Guy nearby and absorbing his soul with his saber. He grabbed another standing at his side and threw it at Glenda like he had before. Out came the tanto and in half that Good Guy was before it could collide with her. "This is the part where you become completely overwhelmed!" Burton directed the Good Guys to him through their soul link.

"You just don't know it yet. You're the one who is outnumbered here." The air around Glenda crackled as she lunged right into Burtons core. The two went sledding through the horde like so many times before. It's a cool visual, shows just how much fodder they really are. Burton gave a cry of discomfort, we're so close to getting full screams of pain. He knocked a couple of Glenda's teeth out with a well placed punch, but she was still on him. Nothing that Glen couldn't grow back. Glenda stabbed him in the shoulder and grabbed the chain of the Soul of Damballa. "MINE!"

"You wish, Duality!" Burton grabbed her wrist and snapped it with brute force. Glenda screamed and hissed but she still wasn't letting go with a dead man's grip on the chain.

Glenda!

Make it count!

Glen was back. New teeth cut through the empty gums and his broken wrist snapped back into place in Burton's grasp. Chucky was back on the scene after working his way through a group of Good Guys. It was so graceful, one after the other. Pulled out battery pack, severed legs, decapitation, and simply pulverizing one's face with his forehead. He was right, those cheap knock offs were nothing compared to him.

"Your souls are mine!" Burton found an opening and could drive his saber through Glen's chest. That never happened though. Right before it could pierce him, Chucky stood in the way, Frick and Frack blocking the Deacon's saber.

"I got you, son." Chucky gave him a smile that was meant for him, not Glenda.

"Dad..." Glen held back happy tears here. Glenda was laughing in his head. The Deacon was still trying to push down but Chucky wasn't having none of it. "Together?"

"Really hard."

Chucky threw the deflected saber up and he and his son timed it just right. Both their fists connected under Burton's chin for a very loud uppercut. Seriously, there was a small shockwave and everything. They hit him so goddamn hard. Father and son screamed in exertion as they executed this. Chucky then went right for Burton's core as Glen maneuvered himself on his shoulders. The size of the XL Little Washington doll made it easy. He locked his legs around Burton's neck and began snatching at the Soul of Damballa around his neck.

"Subaluwa!" Glenda took over and drove her elbow right into Burton's cranium from the perch on his shoulder. Burton was grabbing at her with on while fighting off Chucky with the other. He groaned in discomfort as Glenda kept trying to break through his skull with her elbow. After a blade clash with Chucky, Burton was successful in grabbing Glenda by the hair and pulling her from him. Chucky ducked as he swung his kid at him before letting go. Glenda went flying back over the factory floor and right into the side of an industrial vat of newly molten plastic after the factory came back to life. She felt her back burn from both the heated metal and impact as she slid down onto the floor.

Are you alright?

"I think so...going to take more than that to-"

The vat behind her started creaking -metallic creaking that meant something was slowly moving out of place. The Play Pal vats aren't built into the foundations. They had them flown in from overseas and installed in the factory. This was the very vat that rebirthed Chucky for the second time before the military school episode. Now, it looked like the decaying receptacle was moving off its rusty mounts. Burton must've thrown her harder than she thought.

"Oh...well, that's not ideal, innit?" She stared up at the slowly tipping vat as metal rivets and fastenings popped loose.

Glenda...we can't let that thing fall over

"Time to see just how strong we really are." Glenda clenched her hands before slamming them up against the vat. Her burning hands were the absolute least of her worries. Glen could heal them. The metal creaks turned into shrieks as Glenda tried steadying it. Lava-like plastic breached the rim of the vat as Glenda and Glen did everything they could to get it still.

Behind us

A squadron of Good Guys were approaching Glenda like fish to a worm. But Glenda was everything but helpless. She hissed as she turned around and pressed her back to the vat to keep it from going anywhere. The tanto was back out. "Let them."

Burton had batted Chucky off the conveyor belt they were fighting on. It wasn't an attempt to gain the high ground because he jumped off right after him. Burton drove his saber in the floor just inches from Chucky's junkless groin. Probably won't hurt if he was stabbed there but he wasn't trying to find out. This was Chucky's cue to gravel back with each downward stab as Burton tried to spear him.

"You tried this already."

"Don't speak to me about insanity. You've been playing the same game with the same victim for over a decade!"

"Serial killing is a journey, not a destination!"

Chucky roared and shot back up to grapple with Burton as the killers returned to close quarters. Green and red sparks danced around them as saber and knifes collided like before. Burton managed to fake him out and bury the blade of his saber in Chucky's shoulder. He felt that. The magic blade sliced his soul as his shoulder felt like it was on fire. Chucky fiercely pounded at him in order to get free. Burton felt his own soul burn as Chucky plunged Frick and Frack into his arm pits. Both killers were face to face as they twisted and stabbed their weapons in each other, seething and growling at each other.

A sudden chain-like clank of non reverberation broke the homicidal tension. Chucky and Burton's faces dropped as they glanced down and saw that the Soul of Damballa had fallen out from Burton's clothes with the neck clasp now broken. Both killers just stared at it then back at each other for a moment.

"It's mine!"

"Go fuck yourself!"

This was funny. They both threw a punch at each other. Both hit their mark, Chucky nailed Burton in the face as did he, and they flopped onto their backs with how hard they hit each other. Chucky actually found that amusing, Burton not so much. They were back over the amulet again reaching and smacking it out of each other's grasp. Being the larger doll, Burton stood up with it in his grasp and simply tried holding it above Chucky's level. He didn't like that and the two were rolling on the floor like Crash Twinsanity, fighting for that amulet and tearing around the factory floor.

"Move your head to the side, Lottie!"

You can imagine from there how Ozzy was able to beam a Good Guy in the face that had Lottie in his grips from that alone. She chucked the husk over her shoulder with a grunt. Shauna was sticking more closely to Ozzy as she caught her breath. He seemed to have force pushing and lightning down and that was enough to keep any Good Guys at bay. Lottie just seemed to never tire. Every now and then her doll heart would glow as if it meant something.

"Dude, fuck working registers. I should've been a wizard." Ozzy aimed his wrist at a trio of Good Guys and sent them clear. He had a swivel on his head now. Always certain to check all around him.

"Ozzy!"

Ozzy threw his arm up and screamed. Apparently, he didn't catch Tiffany just by him. The Heart of Damballa chained around one of her arms and two torn Good Guy heads in the other. Some friends she made on the way over to him.

"You are just...the most nervous of Nellies, fuck. How do you get taken anywhere?" Tiffany dropped the heads and undid the Heart from around her arm and handed it to him. "One more to go. Hope you're ready."

"Just waiting on Chucky."

A whole section of Good Guy boxes exploded, lack for better word, as Chucky and Burton hurdled each other through them. It was really difficult to see who was winning and who was losing. Both had lost their weapons and were really fighting over the Soul of Damballa. Chucky clutched the amulet above his head while kicking and pressing his foot against Burton's face to keep him away. From afar, people would totally assume that children were fighting.

"Ozzy! The Soul! The ritual!" Chucky shouted over the cursing Burton begging for the amulet back. He had meant to throw the Soul directly to him, but Burton batted his hand and fucked up his throw so it landed midway between them.

Burton dashed off Chucky, but he caught his ankle and pulled him back down with him. Ozzy dove for it too. He managed to grab the pendent, but Burton managed to get a couple of his fingers on the chain. Burton smiled at him as Chucky kept pulling at him.

"Ade Due Damballa!" Ozzy's eyes widened as he started the chant.

"No! Shut the fuck up!" Tiffany clasped her hands around the Deacon's mouth as the tried to help Chucky in holding him back. Chucky was taking the most his resistance like he was meant to- tanking elbows, knees, and kicks that he just couldn't block. Ozzy found that even with a little doll hand, Burton still had a grip of steel. Shauna couldn't help, she had just gotten sidetracked with helping Lottie with a little more Good Guys than she could handle. It was difficult and hurt, but even with a broken forearm he moved his wrist into position -again right in front of Burton's mug.

"LET GO!" That was directed at Chucky and Tiffany as a voodoo magic pulse hit Burton like a train. Tiffany was knelt right next to Ozzy while she kept him from doing the chant and heard him plenty. Chucky, over his shouts of exertion and curses directed at the Deacon, did not. The two went up to 120 mph in no time flat as they were blasted back and sent tearing through the wall. Like they had left the building. Thankfully and hopefully, it wasn't a major section of the building. To make it more impressive, the wall was brick. They were out in the parking lot now. The wall crumbled around the gap they left. People (and dolls) could easily get through it. Ozzy sighed in relief and held both the Soul and Heart.

"Being here won't be enough." Tiffany rained on his parade, "You have to be close to him for it to work."

"Right..." Ozzy glanced at the exit point Burton and Chucky had made. Shauna and Lottie joined them. Shauna was walking around wearing two Good Guys-like slippers. She just tore their backs open and shoved her foot in. They were still alive and moving, but they really couldn't do much. Shauna was sure to step extra hard, especially so their heads took a lot of damage.

"Check out my new kicks, Ozzy." She smiled and did a little toe tap with them. That meant concussively bouncing their heads off the floor before kicking them off. Lottie also had her work cut out. The daggers she had weren't the same ones from when she started. They had become so dull that she needed new ones. Shadow men provided. Ozzy didn't humor her and grabbed her shoulders.

"We're done. We're almost done. I just need to help Chucky out there!"

"Do whatever, just please, don't kill the world. We got big plans after this, don't we?" In moments remembering what we live for really does anyone good.

"Lottie, have you seen Glen and Glenda?" Tiffany was having her own one-on-one with Lottie, checking her all over for significant injuries.

"Not since they picked a fight with literally everyone on the floor."

The bellowing and echo of the industrial vat just a couple yards down the factory floor sounded off on Glen and Glenda's behalf. It was also followed by a very concerning splashing and hissing sound.

"We'll all get out on our own! Wrap this up!" Shauna used her rink voice and kissed Ozzy, "Cast some motherfucking spells!"

"Love you too!" Ozzy put both the Heart and Soul of Damballa around his neck. The ruby and sapphire glowed like they never had before as he took off after Chucky and Burton.

"This way!" Shauna urged Tiffany and Lottie towards Glenda.

They found Glen still holding up the vat. Puddles of molten plastic and Good Guys caught in them like flypaper were all around. He was them off with only kicks, never taking his hands off the vat. If it got to be too much, Glenda would switch in and vice versa. He also had to account for any falling plastic that slipped over the rim because holding that thing still was near impossible. The healing ability every time they switched was doing his hands good -kept them from burning off into nothing.

"Goddamn," Shauna glanced up at the vat before them. "You can use an axe, right?" She offered the tool to Tiffany.

"Kidding, right?" Tiffany took it and smiled, "Swing with the hips, not the back. Observe." It was like a switch. She was off immediately with the head of that axe splitting one Good Guy in her way in half and the second one through the shoulder. Tiffany did this as she worked her way over to Glenda who had just taken over.

"Mom!" Glenda called.

"Sweetface, we need to go!" Tiffany moved her head as a Good Guy tried to shank her from behind. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed his faced to the vat. The doll's face sizzled and stuck to the metal.

"Mom, no, you leave! If this falls over maybe I can outrun the flood. I don't want you hurt again." Tiffany felt her heart skip. With the last things Glenda had said to her, this seemed like an apology that went above and beyond, maybe a little too much.

Shauna roared with some recovered vigor as she grabbed two Good Guys and held them against the vat-like protective gear for her hands. She wasn't as nearly as strong as a Duality, but every little bit counted.

"We'll figure something out...hey wait a minute, where's Lottie?"


Chucky and Burton grazed over the top of a parked car from the Cult, their trajectory then took them through the window of another since they were descending. They entered that second car through the passenger window and then out the driver one. The third and final car they hit in the Play Pal parking lot outside the factory was where they made their landing. They hit the car in the side with such force that it actually skidded back a little. Just a little more Newtons were required to fully tip it over. The killer dolls were punching and biting at each other in the air that whole time. They both lay on the pavement facing each other after that ordeal. It was the twilight hours and rain had started falling from the light grey sky. Burton's face was fully bleeding -nose, mouth, and even eyes. He seethed through his bleeding teeth.

"What's your game, little one?"

"Hide the soul, and you're it."

Burton expressed his ignorance with that statement by being the first one to get up and pull Chucky up into a headlock. He rose a hand and snapped his fingers. Out from the factory, right out of the hole in the wall they left, his green Damballa saber came flying out leaving a comet tail of matching color. It snugly landed in his raised hand.

"Wait, you can do that!? Let me try!" Chucky relaxed in his position and lowered his hands. He set his fingers just right and snapped them. Frick and Frack came whistling out of the building through the air. They sailed over the cars in a parallel pattern before spilling and setting themselves in Chucky's hands. He more than felt reinvigorated from them and that's saying something because he still couldn't feel at all. Chucky got out of Burton's hold when he jammed Frack into his gut and the Deacon actually gasped like something inside was nicked. There was a bit of fresh blood on Frack when Chucky pulled it out for another stab but Burton blocked it with his wrist like a hitman. He grabbed Chucky's arm and shoulder and sent him headfirst into a car door. Chucky threw his head back and nailed Burton in the face to keep him from holding him in place. All of a sudden, there was a blast the pavement next to them exploded into a small divot.

"This is what you wanted, right!? You wanted to see what an Acolyte can do!" Ozzy blasted off another bolt closer this time. He was not trying to hit Chucky, but Burton was making that difficult.

"You are by no means the best Acolyte, but you are the most annoying." Burton grabbed Frick from Chucky's grasp and threw it at him, nailing him right in the thigh. Ozzy screamed his high pitch scream and dropped, letting go of his wrist and pulling his leg to his chest in a semi fetal position.

"Oh man, that blows." Chucky commented before suddenly screaming and tackling Burton for taking one of his knives. "It's going to hurt a lot more in a bit if you don't say that chant!"

"Right...right." Ozzy hissed through his tears. Broken arm, hole in hand, now a knife in this thigh. He really couldn't take much more of this. He remained in his laying position as he pointed the mark towards the sky and held both amulets. "Ade Due Damballa, I have the power by right of birth!"

"Oh no, little one! You will not steal this from me!" Burton stood up with Chucky around his shoulders before lifting him up and crushing him against the ground. The rain created puddles all around the lot and he slammed Chucky right into one with a splash. Ozzy had only said the first verse and already the weather was changing. The rain picked up much more like a giant shower head covered the sky. Thunder and lighting not only brewed behind dark clouds but red ones too that seemingly came out of nowhere. The whistling wind soon began to howl. Meanwhile, his birthmark began to glow as bright as the amulets.

"Keep going! Don't stop!" Chucky screamed at Ozzy as he lost his hold on Burton. The Deacon grabbed his saber again and went straight for Ozzy. He obviously wasn't going to kill him, he was just going to sever his last useful hand he was using to hold the amulets.

"Kòm akolit ou mwen louvri pòt yo!" Ozzy continued but braced for whatever Burton had in store for him. But that store never opened. Lottie came charging out in the rain and threw herself at the Deacon with all her weight, not sparing a milligram. All the cuts and scratches she received washed away in the rain as she became drenched like everyone else was when she and Burton fell into a puddle. Ozzy wanted to call out to her, but the spell had to be continuous.

"Lottie! No!" Chucky was not in favor or her helping him against the Deacon. The thunderclaps perfectly synced up with Lottie furiously slashing Burton across the face left and right. He wasn't bleeding, but the scratches left were red on his once flawless face. It almost looked as if a tornado was forming the now red sky but the funnel never formed.

"Jou sa a, kay nou an vin lakay ou!" Ozzy continued, only two more verses.

"This is your fault! It was you! It was always you!" Lottie screamed in the Deacon's face as she continued to try and slash it off. Chucky grabbed his hand raised above Lottie, keeping the saber in it from piercing her head. Unfortunately, he didn't have eyes on his other one.

"You should've stayed inside," Chucky hissed to his youngest daughter.

"My friend needed help!" Lottie slammed her dagger into Burton's forehead and left it in. That's called unicorning.

"Mwen se pon ou epi ou ka travèse mwen!" One more verse!

"I will not be denied!" Burton shrieked.

"Eat your fucking heart out!" Chucky spat.

"No! I want hers!"

"Byenvini lakay ou, Damballa!"

Ozzy completed the chant and turned his head just in time to see Burton jam his unrestrained hand right into Lottie's chest. A flower of blood bloomed from the now open chest cavity, splashing on his, Chucky's, and Lottie's face. Chucky had a screaming face on but no sound was coming out as he watched Burton pull Lottie's heart from her body. As he did so, pulmonary veins and aorta were stretched to their very limits before tearing. Chucky's hold on him was so weak then that Burton threw him off. Lottie didn't make a sound the whole time. Though she was aware of what was happening as she quite literally watched it happen. It was one of those things were there was so much pain that there just wasn't any. Burton then threw Lottie like a discarded banana peel. She landed on the windshield of one of the shadow mens' cars. It broke with a spider web of cracks appearing behind her. She wasn't moving after that. Her head hung just above that huge hole in her chest.

"L-Lottie?" Ozzy covered his mouth.

Chucky was on his knees where Burton had thrown him. The Deacon smugly stood before him with her heart in his hand. Once he was sure his former pupil had eyes on him, he took a bite out of it like an apple. Before belting it in Chucky's face.

"I do wish I had my sense of taste. Children have an unmatched flavor."

"Lottie?" Ozzy said again. Chucky was silent. A new look crossed his face. It wasn't anything comparable to anger. He just looked like a confused cat experiencing something new. He was shaking, that was for sure.

"That's right. Bury your anger. It's not like it will make you fare any better against me," he turned to Ozzy, "What was she to you, Acolyte? A friend? A guardian? Or just a tool keeping you alive for her master? Can you even tell the difference?"

"Lottie." Ozzy said a final time. Burton didn't know, but that was his answer.

The red sky crackled, the last word had been received. Thick, red blasts of lightning shot around in unnatural patterns The zone in the sky where a twister would drop illuminated as all the bolts seem to converge. The wind was so powerful now that even Ozzy's dreadlocks were waving like flags in it while the rain was whipped around with it. A couple cars with no parking breaks moved slightly as well. There was something moving in the clouds. Within that light that came and went with the lightning flashes, a huge long body was moving. It seemed like a cloud at first but it was so much more dense it couldn't be. Hissing that seemed to come and go with the gales could suddenly be heard among the thunderclaps. Burton was tearing up as he threw his arms in the air.

"My master arrives! The prophecy has come true! Praise be to the immortal power of Damballa! This is what I wanted, little one! This is our destiny!" he got up in Chucky''s shaking, monotone face. "Who are you to defy a God and his loyal subjects!?" Chucky didn't speak in the traditional but he gave an answer in the only way he could at the moment.

"Hi...I'm Chucky. Wanna play?" His voice box went.

Burton smiled as Chucky grabbed his neck and was back up on his feet. The skirmish resumed for the final time. Burton was right, anger was going to do him in. Instead, Chucky kept his mouth uncharacteristically shut as he pounded away at Burton. Ozzy let out a mournful scream on his behalf. The knife in his knee seemed to hurt even more.

"Chucky!" he called, "Finish this!" Ozzy threw the Heart and Soul of Damballa in his direction. He had balled them up, but the chains unraveled in midair. He and Burton had each other's wrists in each other's hands so he breakaway was a kick to the stomach. Burton was sent on his back but rolled into a recovery. During that time, Chucky caught both amulets by the chains and started twirling them in each hand as he sized up Burton.

"Ade due Damballa. Give me the power I beg of you!"

"What are you-" Burton was cut off when Chucky struck him across the face with the Heart pendant using the chain as a whip.

"Donnez-moi le pouvoir, je vous en supplie!"

"You fucking worm! You can't!" Burton raised a hand to strike him but Chucky whipped the Soul at it and the chain wrapped around his wrist. Chucky twisted that arm behind his back.

"Eveau mercier du bois chaloitte! Secoise entienne mais pois de morte!" Chucky continued. He grabbed Burton's head and shoved him to the wet ground. Around them, things got even more intense. The red lightning actually started to draw closer to them. And the storm, the storm was so damn powerful that cars and trees were being lifted from the lot. Parts of the Play Pal building were also torn away. Ozzy pulled himself away from the two, closer to where Lottie lay on the car.

"You were just a defenseless little fawn when I found you! I am an ageless killer of men, women, and children! This is not how it ends for me!" Burton was on one knee as he got a hand free and grabbed Chucky's face, finger dangerously close to going into his eye. Chucky was able to use the Heart to bind that arm to Burton's side before kneeing him in the face. A bolt of thunder, much larger than the one Ozzy shot tore up the ground next to them.

"Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette!" Chucky let him have it. One punch in the face after the other as he got Burton on his back. Before kicking him so roughly he slide across the wet pavement and into the tire of a car. Chucky nonchalantly grabbed him by the hair and brought him to the driver's door of said car. He opened the unlocked door and placed Burton's head right inside.

"You can't do this to me!"

"Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa." Chucky said before slamming the door on him. It bounced right off his rubber head into the open position again. "Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!" he said louder and slammed the door on his head again. "Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!" Another slam and Burton was beginning to scream. "Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!" That one cause the window to break he closed it so hard. "Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!" Ok, now it was coming off the hinges. "Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!" The last one caused the door to break off altogether. Burton's head was crushed like a rubber ball and his face was all scrunched up in every literal way. One of his eyes fell out from it even and hair was gone in some places. Still, not too much blood.

"You..." Burton's speech came out a little garbled with his crushed mouth, "are my greatest mistake, little one."

Chucky grabbed his saber from where he had dropped it and impaled him through his back and just out above where his heart would be. Burton screamed in the most cathartic way as he felt his soul burn from the magic blade's sting. Chucky twisted it before raising it, he had to use both hands. Burton groaned in pain as he slide down the blade all the way to the hilt. He still kept elbowing and punching at Chucky's face but he remained where he was with the blade pointed up towards the sky like a lightning rod. The Great Deacon Burton of the Order of the Serpent just became a sacrifice for the very God of the congregation he built. Red magic lightning struck the ground beside them.

"ENDENLIEU POUR DU BOISETTE DAMBALLA!" Chucky roared as Burton gave his last scream of protest and for the first time in his centuries-long life -fear.

Both killers screamed as a red lightning bolt came down and struck the tip of the saber. Ozzy hid behind a car as thunder boomed and a whole section of the parking lot exploded in an almost tiny mushroom cloud. Dust, moisture, and fragments of pavement fell like the rain that had just been pouring. Ozzy covered his face and hunkered down. The weather had calmed down right after the bolt struck, but this new storm of ensuing damage was just beginning. Cars and trees that were pulled from the ground began to fall, none too close to Ozzy. Trees became wood chips and cars became scrap metal as they crashed against the ground. Ozzy could only hear it, everything was impossible to see without the dust settling. The rain, the thunder, the lightning all had stopped and the red sky was returning to the grey twilight hue.

Ozzy wiped his eyes and leaned against the car for support as he got up. Not only was the birthmark on his wrist not glowing but it was gone. He left Frick in his thigh. As much as it hurt, it could be keeping him from bleeding out. Lottie was still laying lifeless on the windshield. Her eyes were open like they were when she died before. That choked Ozzy up as he limped around the car. He didn't need to look far or wait long for the result of the ensuing spells. Orange and red flickered in the clear white dust. Ozzy could make out two short figures standing across from each other. One of them was the source of that illumination.

Chucky stood as a bold shape in the dust like a silhouette, fists clenched at his sides as he was heavy like he was crying but not making any sounds or tears. The dust finally began to clear here as the other figure was indeed Burton, or what was left of him. The XL Little Washington doll still had the saber through his core and chains of the Heart and Soul of Damballa wrapped around him. The red and orange light was the fact that he was on fire. All that stuffing and doll components fed the fire eating the body nicely. Flames bellowed out of the standing husk's eyes and mouth and the white powdered wig burned away like flash cotton. The amulets were destroyed. The Ruby and Sapphire were no more. It seemed that Damballa not only took Burton's soul but also his beloved artifacts back. Chucky wasn't saying anything for what seemed like forever as he just watched the hunched-over XL Little Washington burn. Finally, still, without a word, he stepped up and touched the doll's burning mug with the tip of his finger. It fell onto its back, into its final resting position as the flames continued to eat away at it.

"Chucky...we did it..." Ozzy said, "It's over."

Chucky was still silent. Once he had enough of watching the body burn he picked up Lottie's heart where Burton had thrown it him. Like an apple that just had a bite taken out of it, he wiped it on his Play Pal prototype suit. He didn't make any eye contact with Ozzy as he climbed onto the hood of the car and sat beside his daughter.

"Chucky..."

The last killer doll standing shoved the partially eaten heart into the open chest wound of the body like an unfitting puzzle piece. The better part of him knew that it wasn't going to do anything.

"I'm so sorry. She meant a lot to me too..." Ozzy reached for Lottie's body rather than Chucky, "We need to find the others and lea-"

"Don't fucking touch her!" Chucky finally said or rather screamed and pulled her to him. Her heart fell out of the cavity and rolled off the hood and onto the ground.

There was suddenly loud metallic thudding sound that even caused the ground to vibrate from within the Play Pal factory. The exit point that Chucky and Burton had created on their out eroded like a breaking damn as molten, steaming plastic flowed out onto the wet colder pavement which sped up the hardening process that usually took like ten minutes. Bodies of possessed Good Guys floated in the tar like substance. With the soul link between them and Burton broken they either seized out into a coma or went insane and destroyed themselves.

"WEEEEE!" Glenda was wrapped around Shauna's shoulders while Tiffany clung to her back. Shauna sat on her knees on a plank-like dolly used for wheeling mechanics under machinery for repairs. They weren't able to outrun the deadly plastic flood, but they were able to ride it out. Shauna had to hold onto to hat dolly for dear life like a raft as it streamed out of the building and into the parking lot. The cold and wet pavement from the rain cooled it down to a more tolerable temperature. The steam that stemmed from such a mix of temperatures created a mist that covered the whole Play Pal property. "Wow! Told you it would be like our body boarding trips to Malibu!" That's right, an idea from Glenda got them out of harm's way. Shauna dunked her hand in a rain puddle after Glenda and Tiffany got off. She was able to squeeze herself on the dolly when the flood hit but splashes of plastic still dotted her hands and arms on the way out.

"Shauna!" Ozzy pretty much scooped her up in a hug. Shauna didn't usually like man-handling hugs because they make her feel little but she made an exception as she kissed his head and twisted his soaked dread.

"The dolls all started breaking. Does that mean you did it?"

"We did," Ozzy motioned to the burning husk of the XL Little Washington doll, "He's gone and he's not coming back."

"What's wrong?"

A shrill scream from Tiffany answered Shauna's question as Chucky slid off the hood of the car with Lottie in his arms.

"No..." Glenda dashed over like Glen was hurrying her along because he was. "No, that's bullshit!"

"DO A TRANSFER NOW! KEEP HER HERE!" Tiffany shook Chucky.

"There's nothing there, Tiff."

"IN ME! I'LL KEEP HER SAFE UNTIL WE FIND SOMETHING!" Tiffany placed her hands on Lottie's face and began a vain soul-transfer chant.

"No, bullshit!" Glenda punched the pavement, "We all got cop-outs! Dad got one! Mom got one! And we got one! Lottie gets one too! SHE HAS TO!" Her eye began to twitch and that caused tears to sprinkle everywhere.

"Osanai imōto..." Glen kept the tears going as he held onto one of Lottie's drooped hands. He didn't want it to get cold.

Tiffany didn't complete the chant. Each verse was more incomprehensible than the last as she sobbed herself into the crook of Lottie's neck and wouldn't move.

"Chucky, you know it's ok to cry." Ozzy and Shauna lost a friend too and were going through it as well. Ozzy noticed Chucky just looking stuck there. Like he honestly didn't know what to do.

"I can't...tear ducts haven't come in yet," he smiled but only for a second, he thought it was funny, "That's a good thing. I'm a shitty crier. Come on, we better bail before the cops show up." The Play Pal factory was now a flooded mess of hardened plastic, busted walls and roofs, along with a parking lot that looked like a war zone. They also couldn't be the only ones that saw the freak weather. "Tiff, c'mon, we have to move. We'll bring her with us-OW!"

Chucky reached over Lottie's chest to touch his wife's face and got a shock, like a really nasty electrical one. Tiffany lifted her head to see what the matter was as Chucky shook his hand. That was a shock (pun not intended) for him because he actually felt that.

"What?"

"Wait a moment..." Ozzy suddenly remembered.

Lottie's doll heart -the little nightlight shaped like a traditional heart that the doll she had gotten for her sixth birthday illuminated like it had so many times in the later acts of this story before dimming to a more basic magenta. Then, it brightened back up almost to a neon-like shade of the same color before it dimmed back down again. It did this a couple more times until it became clear that it was an interval. Chucky moved his hand over it, tiny shocks tickled his palm during the dim phase and more piercing sting occured when it brightened up.

Lottie suddenly breathed. CO2 left her mouth, and Tiffany felt it on her hair.

"CHUCKY!" she screamed.

"No fucking way..."

"Lottiepop..."

The second breath that came from Lottie was a loud gasp as she shot up with bulging eyes and flailing hands. She started moving her legs too as she slammed her hands down on her chest right next to the wound and coughed wheezed.

"SHE'S ALIVE! SHE'S STILL HERE!"

"M-mom!?" Lottie rasped, "D-dad?"

"HOLY SHIT! COP OUT! COP OUT! COP OUT!" clapped Glenda. Type in the review 'cop out kings.' She and Tiffany sandwiched her in a hug, careful not to squeeze her too tightly. Glen would switch in a kiss her head while they stayed together for what seemed like way longer. When they let her go, Chucky wasted no time in embracing her.

"Think it's fucking funny to go and scare me like that? Think you're hot shit in a champagne glass?" Lottie laughed as her dad held her up like he did when she was a baby. She would always be small enough to do that. "You little two-hearted monster!"

"Hey, I learned it from watching you," Lottie smiled, "Woah, watch where you put your hands on me, I have a huge hole in my chest."

Chucky held Lottie in pause for a moment. Her new doll heart now set a new pace for itself as it pulsed like an actual organ now, right next to that was where his former master had pretty much done a Mortal Kombat fatality on her. He glanced at Glen and Tiffany. Then he just started laughing. It was small at first then crescendoed into the boisterous Chucky laughter we all know and love.

"I'm so sorry that our lives are like this!" was all he said during this laughing fit as continued holding Lottie.

Tiffany started laughing too. Giggles of realization that evolved into a humorous acknowledgment of it all.

Even Glen started laughing, especially considering what he and Glenda had been through. His head would finally spasm before Glenda barged in with much more maniacal laughter coupled with whoops.

Ozzy and Shauna just stood there in silence to that soundtrack. It may as well have been fireworks.


"Alright, Osborne, get ready, it's coming out." Lottie disclosed as she wrapped her hand around Frick's hilt.

"Yeah, go for it!" Ozzy sucked in on the joint in his mouth while he lay on Chucky's old couch back at his place. Shauna held his hands for squeezes and occasional passes. She was picking plastic scabs off her skin.

The Rays laughed the entire ride back to Chucky's house as the sun rose. They laughed as they turned the interior of the car into their own personal doll hospital. Lotte and Chucky were laughing as he packed her chest would with fluff from the cloth seats. Tiffany laughed as she dyed majority of the cloth interior red with her blood as she cleaned up. Glen and Glenda laughed as they helped Ozzy pull Frick from his thigh and stopping the bleeding. Ozzy, though, not so much. Shauna would've loved to cover her ears but she was driving. When they arrived Chucky demanded that they stay before he, Tiffany, and Glen left Lottie and them in his living room. It didn't seem like Chucky was done with them yet.

"And...there!" Ozzy coughed up a cloud as Lottie yanked Frick out of his outer thigh and threw it to the floor. She then hugged Ozzy's leg with all her limbs as a tourniquet while she used expired bandages that Chucky had under his sink. Ozzy would have to get better treatment at an ER for his broken arm and the rest at some point. As you're about to read, that's up to Chucky.

"Looks like Burton both got us good." Lottie had her entire chest bandaged over with her doll heart glowing through them. Her family would sign them like a cast later.

"If your dad just killed the strongest serial killer ever, then doesn't that make him the new one?" Shauna asked.

"My dad already held himself in such a regard. I don't think it'll go to his head. Still, I can't imagine how gratifying it was taking out the one responsible for him being this way."

"Maybe your dad was always like this. Maybe Burton and the Cult just brought out something that was already there. Never really know, I guess." Ozzy said.

Speaking of which, Glen came in from the other room. He was wearing that shirt with a hole in the midsection like a badge of honor -felt so cool with it. They knew it was Glen because Glenda would never look that solemn.

"He, uh, says he just wants to talk to you."

Before leaving the Play Pal factory, Chucky body snatched (like Ed Gein, not in a soul sense) a Good Guy from inside the grounds solely for its set of clothes. The Play Pal protype suit was torn and burnt by the time he was finished with Burton. It looked like Chucky took that time to change into it. I take it back. He's actually in the best condition, looking like a Good Guy fresh out of the box. He was fastening the overall straps and pulling his sleeves down as he moved past Glen with Tiffany at his side. Once he was decent he pulled Frack from his overalls. He picked up Frick from where it lay next to his couch and his knifes illuminated like they had when he took on Burton. Ozzy and Shauna had moved to the other side of the room by the front door when he walked in. Lottie stood between them and her dad. Chucky looked up at both of them and frowned.

"Chucky..." Ozzy began lowering his head in premature defeat, "Just...please. It's over. We won. The Deacon's dead and the amulets are gone. There's no one after us anymore, no need or way to perform the ritual now."

"I never let anyone go," Chucky growled.

"Bitch! Barclay and Pierce got nothing on me!" Shauna shouted.

"Shauna, please, let's not," Ozzy put his hand on her, "Chucky, after everything we've been through, everything we saw, we all get to walk away."

"That's not how I work." Chucky started towards them. Frick and Frack clenched in his hands. Lottie stood in front of him.

"Dad...please...for me." Chucky's face dropped. He loosened his grip on Frack to lightly take Lottie's hand and move her to the side.

"Sorry. Anything, but that." He told her. Suddenly, he stumbled as he coughed. What was strange about that was not only did he cough but spittle came flying out. Ozzy gasped while Shauna raised an eyebrow as Chucky looked back at them with a bloody nose.

"Oh, here, Dad," Lottie tilted his head back as she wiped his nose with a bandage. Blood kept pouring out of it. Chucky coughed once more allowing himself to get on his back. Lottie kept holding his head to keep it from hitting the floor. Chucky heaved and then wheezed as more spittle flew from his mouth.

"Lungs and heart just came in," he said, "Ozzy, hand over that bone."

Ozzy gave him a weird look.

"It's ok, truce. I won't kill you...yet." Ozzy nervously approached him and placed the joint between his lips, seeing how that was what he wanted. He quickly backed off as Chucky began to inhale. Lottie moved away to avoid any secondhand smoke as he exhaled. Chucky then pitifully threw Frick at Ozzy and Frack at Shauna. They hadn't even traveled two feet and landed clumsily between them. The mystery is whether it was intentional or not.

"Uh, Chucky?" Ozzy tilted his head. Chucky laid his head back as he stared up at his ceiling, still doing away with the joint.

"I can fucking kill you, Ozzy. You too, Shauna," he said firmly.

"I-I know," said Ozzy.

"No, you don't get it. I can fucking kill you. Friends, family, even the person who sold you your first pair of shoes. Any day, any month, any singular point in time, I want you to know that I can fucking kill you and take everything from you, just like I did to Ivan and his cult tonight. And, I had history with him. I didn't even know who you were a couple of days ago."

"I imagine so, Chucky."

"But...I can't do it today."

"What?"

"I'm fucking tired!" he barked. Behind him Lottie's eyes widened, Tiffany tilted her head, and Glen started smiling really fucking big, bigger than Glenda. "That was my attempt for today right, there. Next time we meet I'll probably put my back into it like I should've. Truth be told, I can do without another Andy or Nica to deal with, again. I think the position I'm in is pretty sweet -beautiful wife, multitalented and super strong kids, and a place I call my own...and every single chance to get away with anything. I can do what I want now -sleep in my own bed, eat my favorite food, play with my kids in my own yard, being with my wife, and back on my original killer beat." I'm not making much of that up, that has been at one point Chucky's prime motivation.

"So..." it still wasn't getting through to Ozzy.

"Get the fuck out of my house. Don't come back to Chicago, it's my city." Glen screamed like Glenda would, really more of a squee, as he dropped down and crushed himself into his dad.

"Oh Dad, I'm so proud! You do have mercy!"

"Shut up! That's not what this is! I'm just too tired and relaxed to partake! That's it! Unless anyone else wants to."

"Nope!" Glen laughed as if he had to give his answer.

"Just Shauna?" Glenda switched in but Glen quickly shut her out.

"No!"

Ugggh fine

"Tiff?"

"I...think I've had my fill for a while." She joined her husband on the floor of their house.

"Lottie?"

"How about I see them out?" Lottie motioned to the front door behind the couple, who were now speechless.

"Wait, you're acutall-"

"Ozzy, shut the hell up, don't make him change his mind!" Shauna put a hand on his mouth.

"We want to say goodbye," Glen got up much to the urging of Glenda within.

"Aw, at least I get to say thanks to you, Glen."

"No, thank you, both of you. Coming back for us meant you had some sort of belief in us. I'll hold onto that, forever, my friends." He bowed. Ozzy bowed back but Shauna wasn't too courteous and scooped him up in her arms.

"I don't care what they say, you're the cutest little samurai ever!"

Ew! Make her let us go!

"Ronin," Glen laughed, "Thanks, Ms. Shauna." She set him down and Glenda took over.

"Hey Dreadie..." she looked up at Ozzy.

"Glenda-"

"No. Let me. I think we need to start seeing other people."

Shauna pinched her forehead.

"I'm not sure if I'll ever be worthy of anyone's love. But while chasing that love I think I forgot how to love myself. I mean, I even forgot what I was for the longest time. And all I've ever done is just laugh and kill because that's really all I knew down to my core and could be. But now I know I'm so much more-"

"Glenda, just never change. You're fantastic. Keep laughing, and never stop. It's a great quality for a great person."

"Can I have a hug goodbye?" She gave him big saucer eyes.

"Aw, sure." Ozzy picked her up and the moment he did Glenda grabbed the back of his head and violently kissed him. Ozzy pulled away and dropped her before she could add tongue to the equation. Glen took over instantly after and gave Ozzy a speechless stare much like everyone else in the room.

"I am...so sorry."

"I love you, Dreadie, now and forever! Remember me!" Glenda flashed back in.

"Glenda, no!" Glen asserted back in control and went back to join his parents. But not before giving Ozzy an odd look. He may or may not have learned something about himself that day.

"Come on," Lottie urged Ozzy and Shauna as she opened the front door for them. The sun lit up the interior of the house like a crypt. Shauna was out in the next instance but Ozzy gave Chucky, Tiffany, and Glen one last look before shutting the door behind him.

"Thanks...for everything."

"Ah, suck my dick." Chucky groaned. And those were his parting words as Ozzy shut the door. Chucky stretched his arms and drew in Tiffany and Glen next to him as he felt his eyes grow heavy.

"Dad?"

"Chucky?"

"First the neighborhood, then the Lakeshore, then the city...long live the fucking king...love you guys so much." Chucky dozed off as he felt melatonin secrete from his newly formed brain. His wife and kids did the same.

"What's next for you and the fam?" Ozzy asked Lottie as she walked him and Shauna to their car across the yard.

"Dad really wants us to try the food around here. I bet he's planning tons of trips and food tours for us. He says there's a place that makes chocolate cake with mayonnaise instead eggs because it makes it nonperishable."

"What kind of trips?" Shauna asked.

"Let's just say hunting. I think the murder rate is going to skyrocket these next few weeks once he's fully rested."

"We're not keen on seeing him again anytime soon, but...what about you?"

"Osborne..."

"Boy, it's going to be strange when I'm being threatened and I'm not going have you to look for, righ-" Lottie buried her face against Ozzy's leg as she hugged it. Ozzy picked her up to reveal that she had tears running down her cheeks. "Come on I didn't even thank you for everything you ever done for me. Don't do that, I'm going to start too."

"Sorry," Lottie wiped her face, "I'm just bad at goodbyes when I'm not killing the person. And the fact that it's a friend I'm never going to see again makes it even harder."

"Lottie, you know and I know that I would not be here if it weren't for you."

"Stop it..." she covered her face.

"When Chucky was telling us his stories, I was scared that it would end like one of them. Because that meant I would've ended up killing you...I think we almost did that time. And that really hurt because that would mean killing a friend and someone I care about. When you were coming after Shauna and me, I saw your heart wasn't in it. That's not who you are. You can care, Lottie. I'm really going to miss you."

"Same, Lottie. Same." Shauna had her arms folded. That meant she was choked up. Lottie hugged Ozzy around the neck.

"Thanks...bye, Ozzy...I'll always remember our time together, even if I tried to forget."

"You're going to set a city on fire one day, I know it." Shauna joined them in a group hug. They remained like that for three minutes and that's no exaggeration. Each one had their own memory mind of their adventure together. Ozzy when Lottie first came to him, Shauna with Lottie on the plane to Chicago, and Lottie being found by them both after betraying them.

Lottie waved at them as they pulled away from her family's new home. She kept her hand up until the car that traveled under the morning Chicago sun was out of sight. Once they were gone, Chucky's youngest daughter wiped a couple more tears from her face and headed back inside to join the others in a much-deserved sleep.