Child’s play 3 rewritten

by Slim bisket

6 years have passed since the events of Child’s play 2. Andy Barclay is now 13 and still haunted by his dark past. When a wfoster family adopts him his hopes lift. Meanwhille the greddy president of Play Pals, Mr. Sullivan decides to revive the cancelled Good Guys doll line, confident that all of the bad publicity is forgotten. As the assembly line creates new dolls Chucky’s back!

13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

1968

Hackensack New Jersey

Those kids didn't know the half of it, they thought he was just embarrassed about having a midget for a mom but Charles knew he would kill his mother one day. It was a matter of when not if, there had never been any question about that.

Her name was Myra Elizabeth Ray but the people who knew her called her Ms. Ray. When Charles had been little there was nothing abnormal about his mother, nothing odd. When you're younger you don't notice the stares, the kids snickering, the whispering. It was only when he started to grow that he noticed something. His mother was short, very short. She had always seemed big to him like any parent he guessed. Soon after 3rd grade Charles passed her in height, that's when things got bad.

Charles never had any siblings, no living relatives other than a father who he never met. Myra would talk about him, call him 'a big old rat. A big good for nothin' rat.' There were no photos, just his mother's endless rants. Charles had been able to piece together that his father had been normal sized, but Chucky had never met him to confirm that fact. No pictures, no photos, just his mother's endless rants. Myra would always smile at people bigger than her, but she would scowl the moment they turned away. Her face turned dark, evil, and Charles would lie awake on his dirty ripped mattress he called a bed, scared as he listened to his mother in the other room drinking and talking to herself.

But then Chucky grew taller, he was beginning to become one of the big kids and that was not a good thing. She started yammering at him all the time, beating him, nagging him about his room. Or his lousy grades in school, the way he dressed.

"Your father was a big nothing and that's all you'll be." She started to hit him, first with belts then with cables. He learned to cover the blows and protect himself, to get away fast when she started drinking. Charles learned to hate the woman. He would go back to his room and play with the few wooden toys he had.

The kids at school were great, just super! Not a day passed when he wasn't taunted about his mother. They called her the little piggy.

"How come your mama's so short Charlie? What's the matter, her dad only stick his dick in halfway? Ha ha ha!"

They would laugh,

"you're too big to come out of such a small pussy." Those jokes were so funny to the kids. So fuckin funny.

He was no more than ten. Ten or eleven when he finally did the deed. Chucky waited until she was drunk, staggering around in the kitchen. She was muttering to herself, and didn't even see him coming. She held a bottle of scotch. She hates me, Chucky thought. For being normal, for being better. She hates me and I have to let her know that I hate her more.

"Momma?" He had said gently, smirking. She turned and looked up at her son.

"What do you want, you awful boy? you ugly boy!?" She yelled, the words a long slur. As she stood there wobbling her face looking at her, Charles Lee Ray could see a hint of recognition. A small part of her that knew what was going to happen. He reached out and wrapped his hands around her throat. He closed her throat with his hands, her eyes bulged and her face turned red. Charles was enjoying himself; he eased up, giving her the slightest tears of a breath before crushing back down on her windpipe. He lifted her as she kicked the air and finally all offensive actions ceased. His mother's body finally stopped moving.

He carried her across the street and his pillow bag. She seemed much heavier dead, then he dragged her to the dumpster outside of his house. The gangsters and muggers who lived around the area came out of the bushes to watch. Charles turned around and opened up the bag. Showing them his mother's corpse. That'll be you if you come any closer! They walked away and left Chucky alone. The hardest part wasn't lifting her into the dumpster no. It was pouring the gasoline around the whole damn house.

With one swipe against the rabbit in red matchbox he let her corpse a blaze, then the house. And ten year old Charles Lee Ray walked away from his life, walked away from everything he knew. His house with a blaze into a fiery mess behind him but he didn't turn around he knew it was now the past and so was his mother.

His first victim.