Chapter 34

Tyler saw red and devilish faces painted on the walls. There was steam and hissing all around. He climbed onto the tracks and looked out. He saw a window in the corner, a maintenance room window. There's got to be someone in there, I can tell them to stop the ride and get the police in here! He darted to the window. Tyler banged on it as hard as he could but when he saw the maintenance worker dead on the table with a drilled in face he knew it would do no good.

Andy made it to a rock mountain. Actually it was made out of hard fake skulls. His calf still burned and leaked blood but his adrenaline allowed him to keep going. He saw a flying goblin prop land down next to him preparing to scare any oncoming passengers. There was Chucky waddling over to him, the gun raised. Chucky opened his mouth and turned his head, as if to show Andy. Look what you did to my fucking face! Hey, pretty soon it'll be your face. What do I do, what do I do!? Then Andy did something unexpected, he mounted onto the goblin and let it rise up in the air. It actually supported his weight. He let it fly him up to the top of skull mountain.

Chucky dropped his gun as he grabbed onto the goblin's legs.

Tyler rounded the corner and saw Andy riding the fake goblin up and up to the top of the mountain. And hanging on just underneath, Chucky. Chucky turned his eyes and they made contact with Tyler. He smirked and flipped him the bird. The goblin got to the top and Chucky dropped down before Andy could see him.

"Andy!" Tyler screamed

Andy heard his voice. "Tyler!" He could only make out a brief "look out behind you!" Before the back of his head was punched hard and he fell to the ground.

No! I have to get up there! I have to save him! Tyler put the gun back in his sweatshirt pocket and ran over to the mountain. Careful to avoid the big industrial fans spinning on the ground. Why the hell are these here?

Now we're all alone and nobody will get suspicious about finding a good guy lying around here, even if has a few stab wounds in it. He pulled the knife out of his overalls and placed it behind him. I'll need that to take care of business once I'm out of here. Finally Chucky leaned above Andy Barclay victorious.

"This is it. You're gonna die Andy! I'm done fuckin with you!"

He placed his hand and Andy's forehead and began. "Ade due Damballa"

Tyler began climbing, reaching out at exposed wires and fake rocks. Anything he could use.

"Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte. Secoise entienne mais pois de morte."

One big reach and he hand gripped the bottom of a shrieking skull, another and his leg was in its place. Thank god I did rock climbing.

"Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette, Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa. Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!"

His foot slipped on one of the rock's jagged edges making Tyler fall and tumble back down, his face landed inches away from the fan blades. Inches away from getting skewered. His body hurt, everything hurt but he got up and kept climbing.

"Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte. Secoise entienne mais pois de morte."

Tyler could almost see them. He saw Chucky's ripped open face and his hand in their like he was commanding the wind

"Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette," he roared a ferocious cry to the gods above. "Give me the power I beg of you!"

The clouds above began to turn a sickly gray and the sky started to rumble. Lightning darted here and there through the clouds. Chucky opened his eye lids and a green mist of dark magic filled the holes where his eyes should have been. The mist floated up like fire. Andy's eyes opened and likewise the same green mist floated out of his holes.

"Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte."

Lightning struck just above Tyler, he ducked his head under but he still felt it burn just a bit.

"Secoise entienne mais pois de morte." More thunder roared.

The green mist floated out of Chucky and Andy's eyes. The strains connected as their souls began swapping. It's over, Andy thought. He's never gotten this far before, he's going to finish and I'm gonna be a doll! And he'll be me! He'll hurt and kill so many people and they'll all think it's me. He closed his eyes and prepared himself.

Tyler crawled up, he finally made it to the top. He reached in his pants and pulled out the pistol. He pulled the lever back and cocked it. If there's one thing I have to thank you for Dad, it's teaching me how to shoot.

"Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette," he aimed at Chucky whose body was coated with flashes of blue, white and the green mist in his eyes. He shot and missed.

"Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!" Come on keep both eyes open, hold your breath. He fired again.

"Endenlie-" boom, Chucky screamed as his left arm came off. Leaving the string of an artery hanging out. Tyler breathed, I shot him, I actually shot him! Chucky looked at Tyler with fuming rage then he kept going.

"Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!" Tyler aimed again. "Endenlieu pour du boisette Damb-" boom! The mist disappeared and Chucky went flying back off of Andy.

"Yeah!" Tyler said.

The green strings of his soul flew back into Andy's eyes and he opened them and he didn't see anyone. Where's Chucky? What happened to him? Then a thought occurred. It happened! We swapped souls and I'm Chucky! I'm a doll and… he brought his hands up to his face to see they were still his hands. I'm alive, I'm me! He looked over and saw Chucky laying on the ground and next to Andy's feet a knife!

This is my chance! He shot up like a bolt and grabbed the knife. He mounted the doll and held the knife.

I thought it was over in the apartment, we burned you and shot all your limbs off. I thought it was over in the factory. We cut off your legs and buried you in hot plastic, you were a melted mess. This is it! You have to be killed forever, I have to kill you!

Chucky raised his only remaining hand up in terror

"Noo!!!"

Andy raised the knife above his head and screamed as he brought it down into Chucky's abdomen. Then again and again and again. This is for everything you put me through! Blood leaked out and covered Chucky's overalls, as he looked up at Andy Barclay victorious. A moment went by then chucky spoke

"I hate kids" he choked. Andy looked him in the eye.

"We hate you too Charles." He raised the knife and brought it down one last time. He heard the blood inside Chucky's doll body splurge and his eyes finally closed.

Tyler grabbed Andy's shoulder and turned him around.

"Are you okay!?"

Andy smiled, he really cared enough to come back for me. "Yeah" he said.

Tyler got behind Andy and helped him to his feet. "Come on, let's get out of here."

A small bloody hand wrapped around Tyler's throat and a scream of anger radiated from behind him. Chucky's kicked into Tyler's back knocking him over. Andy screamed as he fell off the edge but he still held onto his brother's hand.

"Hold on Andy! Hold on!" Chucky squeezed Tyler's throat hard.

"He's mine! Give me the fuckin kid he's mine! He's mine!"

Tyler reached out as hard as he could to grab the knife next to him while Chucky was still strangling him. "HE'S MINE! GIVE ME THE FUCKIN KID TYLER!!!"

Andy still held on and gripped his other hand onto Tyler's wrist. Chucky slid forward and was only hanging on by Tyler's throat. Chucky saw the knife and grabbed it, then he turned his head to Tyler and stuck the knife into his chest. Tyler choked in hot burning pain combined with Chucky's hand still around his throat.

Right as he was on the point of passing out, Tyler finally pulled the blade out of his chest and stabbed Chucky through the throat. Chucky's eyes bugged wide and his grip on Tyler's throat finally released. Blood leaked out of Chucky's mouth as he looked into Tyler's triumphant eyes.

"Leave him alone." Tyler almost whispered, "He's not like us, and I'm not like you."

Chucky felt himself slipping and he could only moan one thing. "Nooo"

And Chucky, leaning like an insect slipped off of Tyler's knife off of the mountain, falling forever and ever more. Chucky stared down at what awaited him, a big industrial sized fan and he could only scream as he fell down into the blade and was shredded into a million pieces, just like Andy promised. They saw pieces shooting up, up and then down like rain. Tyler pulled Andy up, not paying attention to the pain in his stomach as he heard the sounds of the madman's innards being skewered. And Chucky the killer doll was finally dead.

It was over, it was finally over. Tyler held his wound and looked down at the fan and noticed that the propeller was there to push fake flames made of paper mache up and out of the pits of hell. Fitting isn't it, he spit down the ravine.

"Where is Kristen, is she okay? Oh god your chest!" Andy started talking a mile a minute.

"We have to get you out of here!" He began to stand up but Tyler felt himself getting tired and he pulled Andy close and hugged him as tears streamed down his face. He knew he was bleeding out and there was no need to rush.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry Andy, for everything." He leaned back and was caught in Andy's arms. Andy looked down and tears filled his eyes, he knew he couldn't save Tyler but he could at least make these last few moments better for him.

"I forgive you." Andy said. Tyler let a small smile cross his bruised lips.

"Ya'know, I always wanted a little brother." He chuckled, Andy smiled. He saved me. Even after everything he still came back to save me.

Tyler coughed and looked up at the rising sun one last time and for the first time in so long, he was at peace.

"It's okay buddy" He looked back at Andy and held his hand. "I'm gonna see my mom again." Tyler smiled weakly and wiped Andy's tears. "You're safe now. Everything's gonna be okay."

His neck lay back and his eyes closed, his arms went still and he was gone. Andy hugged his brother and cried as the sun began to rise above him on a new day.