Good Guys (A Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 22

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CULT OF CHUCKY IS THE TITLE OF THE NEW MOVIE! IM SO EXCITED!! IN HONOR OF THIS AWESOMENESS, HERE IS A NEW CHAPTER! (So sorry for shortness!)
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Chucky's POV

"So make me understand your intentions. As far as I'm concerned, you're just some random guy that hopped in here just around the same time I did."

Just to make sure you guys remember, this doll Troy made a guest appearance while I was finding my way through John's house. Is this asshole following me? What the actual hell is going on?? I rubbed my hand on my forehead repeatedly trying to find a solution.

Troy was still held under me, his eyes staring straight into mine with pure evil. I couldn't look him in the eye for more than two seconds without being insanely creeped out. I glanced at him every time I decided to speak or needed to at least.

"Charles, calm down. You're taking this to the extreme. Did I mention that having a bad temper is not good for you or anyone else around? Lighten up."

Alright, now I was taken aback. Charles? Really? Who the fuck calls me that anymore?? Not even John does so how does this asshole known my name!? I wasn't going to stand here and take this.

I pushed Troy down even harder then released him. After the anger had died down, I put the knife away in my pocket but kept my hand on the handle in case anything funny happened. Now standing up, I put all of my weight on my left leg and leaned against the drawer that John had in his room. Arms crossed, with my right leg crossed over the left. I took a heavy sigh and stared at the doll before me.

"Tell me more."

"Tell you more? Charles I-"

"It's Chucky."

"Chucky, my apologies. I already gave my name and my association. What else is there?"

As in association he meant John. He had to have meant that because why else would he be here in the exact same place and writing that letter to the old man? You would have to be a dumb ass to not understand that shit. My plan was to obtain more information about that.

"Your association with John, correct? What's the deal? Don't keep it a secret because there's no point right about now."

Troy slightly chuckled, his face facing the floor. It was silent for a few seconds before the doll decided to answer. He was hiding something, and him laughing slightly was only a warning sign that he was most likely going to come up with a lie.

"Me and John. Well, I can't be completely honest just yet. Maybe reading the letter I left for him answered everything for you. Be a good guy and let me go, please."

"Let you go? Oh sure-"

I fell back onto the floor, hitting my head on the wood. In a daze, I sat up quickly, only making my head feel worse. Troy was gone. I got up as fast as I could and ran all around the house to catch up to him. But I was too late. He was gone just like that, and he took matters into his own hands by assaulting me to distract. Rubbing the back of my head, I winced slightly. That son of a bitch got me.

Where was he headed? What the hell was happening? Good god I had no idea what to feel. The rage was working it's way up into my brain, making my blood boil. Who the fuck does that guy think he is?! I knew I had to find John now. And when I find him... it's not going to be good. I mean, I know that's a catch to my brand name but that shit isn't relevant. In fact, this whole night itself and the past few days have been beyond irrelevant. What did I ever do to deserve this shit?

Before I left the house, I picked up the letter written to John by Troy and excited the house through the bedroom window.

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Troy's POV

Hahahaha, suckerrrrrrr. Too much talking and not much thinking. How pathetic and sad. Did he really think I would have told him everything only when we JUST met? That's not how it works, buddy.

That's like asking a girl for sex on the first date.

I had no choice but to knock him down. He wouldn't go down any other way so I had to work with what I had. Well, there would be another way but he was still needed alive.

But fuck. The letter should have been hidden. But then John would not have been able to find it so quickly. How often does he go through his cabinets and such? Haha. Oh well, someone was bound to find it I guess. Didn't think that it would have been Chucky though.

I was no longer in the house but out in the streets. This night was just so peaceful and beautiful. Gotta love your surroundings and nature itself. Even being a plastic freak you enjoyed yourself somehow. As if you were human.

Wait.

How funny.

Dean and Dennis where are you? I've heard lots of things about you. Don't be scared. It'll all end quickly unlike what you guys went through not too long ago.

I'm so sorry for the loss of your innocence but no one is really considered innocent anymore. It's all bullshit. You guys are little devils and I know it. Why else would you be hanging around that fucking psychopath? For the past few days that is!

Well there has to be some heavy explanation. Or else this won't be fun or interesting to hear at all. When I find you anyways, or if I do.

I'm pretty sure I was given a physical description for both of the dolls. One almost looked like Chucky with the red hair and blue eyes, but with a street smart side. The other was a light brunette? Dirty blonde? With either green or hazel eyes. Then again I won't have any trouble finding them at all. Besides, who else is possessing a plastic body in this city?

We were given these bodies as a gift. Some of us at least. The others were only given the bodies for an unnecessary second chance. Why come back to life when you should have stood dead? It's a waste of time to transfer your soul, and a waste of energy.

I sighed heavily, looking at all of my surroundings. I had to admit, this city was pretty big with a lot of buildings, schools, stores, etc. Is it easy to scope out others? Would it take days? Hours? Weeks?

Only one way to find out.

I made camp in the next dark alley, waiting for the sun to rise in the morning. It would make hunting easier.