Child's Play 3 chapter 15
The first two days of school were fantastic. Andy had made a new friend in just a few hours of his first day. He showed Andy how to unlock a locker and they even hung out at his house together. Bennet even let him play with his Nintendo 64. Andy had forgotten how much he enjoyed video games. They cracked jokes and played the new Super Mario game. He had smiled and laughed and talked so much. It was the most Andy had talked in years. Being stuck in one foster home after another would do that. So far he liked school.
Principal Cochran washed his hands with soap and reached for a paper towel. All out. Dammit! He reached down to the cabinet under the sink where the extra supplies were kept. He opened it and something fell out.
It was some doll. A doll? What the hell is this doing here? One of the kids must've left it in here as a joke.
Well, thought Cochran, this joke isn't funny. He snatched the doll by its neck and took it with him. Heading to the dumpster.
"Ok" said Al, "it's chow time." He reached up for the leaver and pulled it down. The engine whined and a big metal flap pressed down on the garbage. Pushing it down and into the truck. He heard the snaps and pops of crushing cans surrounded by a constant gushy sound. It was a powerful sound. Then he moved the lever up and the metal flap quickly slid back up, awaiting another pile of garbage.
Well if it isn't Patton himself. Yeah, thought fast Al looking at the pretend cop walking towards the garbage cans. What we got here is a regular 3 star Boy Scout leader. Alvin jiggled a can of trash into the back of his garbage truck. The dumpster was full and there were cans around it, all of them full. The slop from the kitchen smelled disgusting. Never catch me sending my kids here, all those stupid uniforms. Al spit into the open maw of the back of the garbage truck, into the nut crusher as he called it.
He watched the heavyset man walk up to one of the full cans. He won't even look at me, Al thought. The guy's carrying something to throw away at the last minute and he won't even look at me. Al stood there watching him. Go ahead buddy, pretend you don't see me, go ahead. He watched the man shove something into the already full can. Hey genius don't you see it's already full. Then Al saw what he pushed into the can, it was a doll. Aww something the matter with your whittle dolly? Or did you steal it from one of the kids who goes to this fancy private school.
The man turned from the garbage can. Probably holding his breath, Al thought. The principal walked away back to the front of the building. Al shook his head as he pulled the lever which in turn lifted the big bin of garbage far above the truck's cabin into the air to dump it into the back with the rest of the junk.
Chucky sat up on the garbage.
"Stooooop!"
He screamed but Al couldn't hear. The bin centered above the cargo of crap. It began to tilt and pour the last load into the back of the truck.
"Shiiit!"
Chucky screamed as he was dumped into the pile of trash and flies.
Fast Al took out his lunch box. Working since four on the morning works up an appetite. He pulled the sandwich out of its bag, the compactor whining behind him and then he heard a voice.
"Help! Please Mister! Please somebody!" Al froze dead in his seat.
"Jesus!" He said opening the door and shuffling to the back. It was a voice, a god damn voice coming from the compactor, Jesus H Christ!
"I'm stuck! Mister!" The voice screamed.
Oh god, how did someone get in there? Is it a kid!? Al thought. How in the hell did a kid get in there!?
"I'm in here!" The voice called again.
Al climbed up the side of the truck, praying. Please let the boy still be there? He looked at the garbage and then he jumped in.
"Okay, okay, where are you at, I hear you?"
Fast Al grabbed and pulled at the bits of rotten mashed potatoes, the ripped paper and wrappers and magazines. He didn't see anybody, what the hell? Where were they?
That was close, thought Chucky as he climbed up the side of the truck to safety. He pulled an old banana peel that was stuck to his hair and threw it back down. He popped up on the top of the truck. The sunlight blinding him. Quickly Chucky jumped down to asphalt of the parking lot.
"Yell or something! Make a noise!" He heard the garbage man yell into the back of his truck. Poor slob didn't see me. Chucky climbed into the driver's seat and saw a big metal stick, a lever and a switch that said open and close. He threw the switch, the click was barely audible. Especially if you had your head stuck in garbage. Then Chucky reached up and his hand closed around the lever. He pulled down, and heard the mechanical shredder jaw start up.
Al looked up horrified as he saw the Jaws of the shredder start up.
"Oh my god!" He stood up and shuffled through the trash desperately trying to get out of the truck before he was cut to pieces. He began to reach out almost able to get his hand to safety. The opening kept shrinking until Al couldn't move his hand. It was stuck tight between the metal ends. It kept pushing and pushing until Al's hand squirted out blood and cut away from his body. He screamed as he fell back into the trash pile and the way out shut completely. Leaving him to the shredder's mercy.
"Nooooooooo!"
In the front Chucky cackled trying so hard to keep his face from turning red. It was almost fun. Will he make it? Will he not? Luck wasn't on the garbage man's side.
Now where was I?
Andy sat in the back of Arthur's car after his name was called in the dismissal line. Tyler sat on the opposite side of him not saying a word. He scratched his eyes and yawned. When he did, Andy thought he saw something dart past the car. He shook his head and buckled his seatbelt. Probably nothing. Probably.
chucky opened the trunk as he felt the wheels move and jumped in fast enough to just barely avoid being seen. Soon it'll be reunion time pal.