"you know what they say, you can't keep a good guy down"
the year is 1988, you're living in a stuffy apartment complex with your mother, karen barclay, and your baby brother, andy barclay. on the morning of his birthday, he wishes for a good guy do...
hi hi! welcome to the first official part to my chucky fic <3 i know for my tiff enjoyers, this might be a sad read since she's not in this but please do consider staying for murderous strawberry shortcake anyways! it's gonna be a joyride and i'm gonna be happy to deliver some content for my charles fans 🙏.
i adore chucky, i grew up with him and he's in my top three favorite slashers/favorite franchises. it's wacky, it's weird, and it's crazy at times but it's also something you can always enjoy watching i feel. for the vulgarity, that makes it fun!
now i will say, the OG trilogy has my heart (when they still somewhat attempted to take themselves seriously and be scary). the amount of times i've watched Child's Play is insane. and the amount of MERCHANDISE i have for this little fucker (+ tiffany) is also insane.
now let's kick this into gear and bring my favorite ginger fucker to life again! :D ~~~~~~~~~
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"you didn't forget my birthday did you?"
"Wake up! wake up! wake up!" The high pitched childlike tone slipped through the older woman's ears as she felt a small body climb up onto her bed with equally small hands shaking her vigorously in barely contained excitement. It was a special day for him and she would be a terrible sister to forget about her own little brother's sixth birthday.
(Y/n) smiled slowly, opening one eye and peeking at the bright smile sitting on the face of her baby brother, Andy Barclay. He was in his favorite good guy pajamas and his brown wavy locks of hair were messy and strewed across his forehead. She noticed that he had some butter residue leftover on his fingers and she instantly knew that he had done something messy in the kitchen.
"Andyyyy...did the butter monster get ya?" She lifted his hand and playfully examined his buttery fingers. "Man, and on your birthday of all days too!" She saw his smile get even bigger as he let out a soft giggle at her antics.
His brown eyes sparkled and she remembered that she'd fight wars for this boy and she'd always do everything in her power to protect him from the negativity of the world outside. He was the sweetest boy ever, he'd do anything to make her and their mother smile. He was a good kid.
"Noooo.." Andy smiled bashfully. "I made breakfast! for mommy" He told her confidently before dragging on her hand, practically pulling her from the comfort of her warm covers and out into the living room/kitchen area of their stuffy apartment.
She could already see the damage left behind from his breakfast adventure this morning as she studied the butter marks on the counter along with spilled milk and cereal. She smiled to herself.
The warm sun rays bathed the apartment in light as she studied the 'happy birthday andy!' banner that hung lazily atop the windows. There were two gifts wrapped with care sitting on the coffee table, a small one and a bigger one. She frowned in slight sadness when she realized what Andy probably thought was in the bigger one, something he'd wanted for a long time.
