Good Guys (A Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 20

Prayers have been answered! Not waiting until the next movie to come out because who even knows when the hell that comes out??? There has barely been any further news or a possible release date so I'm not going to bother with that. A friend of mine convinced me to keep going so I decided to do so. So here it is! Get ready for some more of Chucky and his guys :)

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Chucky's POV

When was someone going to tell me that me, Dennis, and Dean weren't the only human-like dolls in the city of Chicago?

I couldn't believe what was happening right in front of me. "Aw, is someone mad about something so stupid?" The voice belonged to another doll... With one single red eye and wearing what seemed to be a leather jacket. By the looks of it his "eye" wasn't normal. It wasn't a natural color, nor was it an actual eye at all. In fact it was a laser.

Gun in his hand, the doll pointed it at me before taking the time to introduce himself. And I may say... What the actual hell????!

"Who the fuck are you?" I demanded, knife wielded in my right hand. I stared right into his eyes, refusing to take my eyes off him, not even for a simple split fucking second. There was nothing more suspicious than this bastard, especially after me reading that letter associated with John.

He came out of absolutely nowhere. Was he following me?? I didn't hear anything after I had left the other guys with that nearly dead girl. Speaking of which, what was going on with them? Were they ok? Then again in a situation like this I cared more about who this guy was.

"Troy... And I assume you are Chucky?"

"You're one of those guys that know a lot aren't you? Now tell me... WHAT THE FUCK IS..?"

I didn't get to finish my sentence as I launched myself at the bastard. My knife was now held directly at his throat, my wrist ready to flick to slice open his throat. He didn't flinch, nor did he even try to defend himself. He just let it happen.

"Woah, bad temper. I like that a lot."

"Shut your mouth. Tell me why you're here and what you have to possibly do with John. If you don't, I swear I'll chop your balls off- oh wait, do you even have any?" I smirked maliciously, hoping for a ridiculous response.

"You're so welcoming," Troy responded with a chuckle. "And I'm pretty sure you don't have any yourself, hot head."

My eyebrows narrowed as I continued to eye this bitch. I gotta admit, my temper wasn't too great at all but that's what made who I was. Apparently this bastard liked the idea of people with bad attitudes. He liked to talk. I found that out after the next few minutes I spent with him trying to find and figure out shit.

"So you know John, don't ya? Well I do too, coward. Do you work for him or were you a friend like me?"

"Both."

"Both? Really? Well you'll be both dead and alive when I fucking slice you up."

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Denny's POV

"We can't do anything for her, Deanie. Wait till Chucky comes back. If you accidentally do anything to hurt her, then..." I hesitated in continuing my sentence.

"I know, Denny. I know. We already got rid of the threat." Dean looked back at the lifeless bodies on the ground. The ones who he killed. With his own chain. The thought traumatized me to a huge extent. I couldn't ever picture my best friend killing someone but today he proved what he could do and how willing he was to put an end to crime in a city.

"Dean... How did you do it? How could you kill?" I was sitting on the ground, holding my legs in my arms and partially moving back and forth.

"I don't know, Den. But the reason why I did it was because of what we saw. What they did to this damn girl. I couldn't stand it, and I would never forgive myself if they left without any harm done to them. So I had to be the one to do it."

"It was really hard to see you do that. Seeing my best friend do something that I never would've expected to see him do ever in his life."

"I've planned on doing it anyway. Don't you remember what happened to us? I'm not finished recovering, and I won't be for a while. You were damaged the most, and I hate myself for it. I failed my brother. I failed both of us. So tonight, I pictured the bastards who tore us apart as the pigs who ruined her."

Dean pointed at Lena, who held on for her life. She was going to make it. I don't know if she was going to make it in her original form, but she'll most likely make it in the form that John had blessed us with.

The red head doll looked up at the night sky with a sigh. "Damn, Chucky. What's taking you so long? Meet someone along the way?"