Good Guys (A Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 18

Dennis' POV

"How the hell are we gonna take her?" Dean asked. "We're just dolls, and she can barely even stand."

"I'm not going to drag her or try to hurt her in any other way. She's already had enough. There's probably no other option than for me to go get John myself."

Chucky stood tall, looking in the opposite direction. Was he serious?

"You're gonna go by yourself?" I butted in.

"If nothing else works out then yes. You and Dean are going to have to stay with her if I do leave. We have no cell phones cause why the hell would we? And Dean has a weapon if you guys get into trouble. I think he should give you his chain, Denny."

I remembered how Dean had used the chain on that guy. His corpse still lied there, waiting to rot. It made me feel terrified and severely sick.

"Yesss my accessory is now a weapon. Haha."

Dean nodded his head in amusement. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. A chuckle followed. He removed the chain from his body and handed it to me. The silver jewelry lay out in my hands, hanging almost low to the ground. I held it tightly in my hand, ready for when Chucky left.

"Yeah yeah just do whatever I told you to do. I'll try to be as fast as I can. The man is probably sleepin' but I'm gonna wake him the hell up if he is. Protect yourselves. I'll be back."

Chucky turned to walk away.
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Chucky's POV

When I found the voodoo's doctor's home, I looked for an open window. And surely there was. Damn John you gotta learn how to close your shit. You don't want people like me coming in. I laughed to myself quietly.

"John? You there? It's me."

Silence. I mean, he must be around here it's his damn house. Where else does this guy go? Did he go to that club that Dean and Dennis go to because I have no idea what I would say to that.

"John you better answer me right now. I hate playing games. Don't fuck with me."

At this point, I was getting pretty aggravated. Everyone knows I have a short temper and I'm not afraid to show it. You can even ask the other guys.

As I passed I couldn't help but look at all the items that John had contained in this house. It amazed me what he taught me and what he could do. I mean honestly I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for John. I would still be a corpse back in the toy store a bunch of years ago. I could still remember everything clearly. Like it was just yesterday. And to be completely honest it just sucks. Living every day thinking about all the bastards that left and how they're continuing life like nothing every happened.

But as of now I could give less of a shit. They probably don't even know about my existence. Only for Roy, John and this new Lena girl whom we had just saved. What she going to make it through the night? Hopefully the guys keep her safe because after what just happened I don't even know who to trust. Even though it wasn't me in that situation. Usually I don't care what happens to anyone else but myself I'll admit it but there's something about her that intrigued Dean.

It's like they understood what happened to each other. Like they went through the same experience in the past. I wouldn't know but right now I was focused on getting John.

Obviously since no one is responding I figured hey, let me just roam around a bit and see what I find. There could be something that he's hiding from me. That'll be interesting, right Johnny?

So being my curious ass self, I walked from the kitchen to his living room. The fireplace was at the end of the room, with a telephone at the top. The walls were painted red and there were picture frames all around the walls. Even though I've been to this place so many times, it was cool to look at.

Where was his room?

I peered around each corner to find another hallway, and I did. I walked down the hall, and saw two doors at the end. One of them must be his room.

Of course being kind I knocked on his door. Yeah, doesn't sound like me but I decided to be nice for once. I sure as hell wouldn't want someone barging in my room in the middle the night.

"Psst. Please tell me you're there."

Honestly where else could he go? He has no place else right? For as long as I've known him he's always stood in this house hardly ever going out. So this all seemed weird to me.

I heard a faint voice but I don't think it was his. "Who's there?" I asked with concern.

There was no answer. Who the hell is screwing with me? At this point I couldn't take it so I took matters into my own hands and knocked the door down. Surprised? Yes, I figured you would.

"John! Stop playing around! We need you goddammit!"

Scanning my eyes around the room I saw nothing. I swear I'm losing my fucking mind.

"Hey I'm not here to hurt anybody, I just need to know where the hell John is. Who's in here?"

Taking a few steps forward I heard the sound of paper under my feet. I looked down to see some sort of a letter, which looked rather suspicious. I picked it up and opened it to see a hand written note with the opening "Dear, John." Of course I couldn't help but continue reading.

"I had no idea the power that you possessed. It helped me a great deal and I can't thank you enough for that. Who knew I can meet such a valuable person? I'll be on my way now so before I leave I figured I'd just say bye and thank you."

-Troy

Who the fuck? John had another customer besides me and the guys? What the hell has this guy been up to?

I started to talk to no one once again because I believed that there was someone in this room. If neither of these guys were here, might as well take matters into my own hands. We have a girl to save you know?

It'll be just like old times. But I just realized... The amulet was still gone. How the hell would we be able to help her without John? I need to find that goddamn amulet right the hell now. Without it we can't perform the act of voodoo, and save her life. Maybe I'll just stick around for the night and see if my old friend comes again. Then again why are we helping this girl? Or woman I should say.

I decided to take a look out the window, and see if he was maybe on his way back. It drove me absolutely insane to know he was simply some place else in this time of need. Should I just go back to the guys and tell them what's wrong? Maybe they'll have another suggestion in mind. Because this obviously wasn't working.

Having enough, I began to walk out of the room. And at that moment, I could've swore I heard my name. Then there was something else.

"Aw, is someone mad about something so stupid?"