Back in the day, when you were just a toddler, you were bestfriends with the one and only, Andy Barclay. The two of you were basically inseparable. When Karen would pick up Andy from school, she would usually pick you up as well. Your parents were usually too busy to pick you up, but you didn't care, this just meant you got to spend more time with Andy.
You remember his 6th birthday so clearly. And that doll. That damned Good Guys doll. Even now that you're an adult, you can still hearing his voice saying things he was obviously not programmed to say and doing things that a normal doll wouldn't do.
You spent the night with Andy the night of his birthday... the day he got the doll.... the night Maggie was killed. You had woken up in the middle of the night, needing a glass of water. So you tugged the blankets off of you and in a sleepy haze, you walked into the kitchen. You didn't even notice the freckled doll missing.
As soon as you stepped a foot into the kitchen, you saw that doll hit poor Maggie with a small hammer. You gasped as she went backwards, grabbing onto everything in the process. Before you could even react, Maggie fell out of the window, the glass shattering. Your hand flew to your mouth and covered it before taking steps backwards and returning to Andy's bedroom.
Luckily it seemed as if Chucky didn't see you, so you planned to just pretend to be asleep. You could hear his footsteps come back into the room and him get back into the bed. As soon as he covered himself with the blanket, as he previously was, there were loud knocks on the door.
Not long after that night, you moved away. Your parents just decided to pack up and have a new start.
Years and years down the road, you still think of Andy and Chucky. In fact, ever since that night, you've had nightmares about him. They wake you every night... the images of the ginger, plastic, freckled, blue eyed, Good Guys doll.
When you were younger, you insisted to your parents, Karen, even the detectives that questioned you, that the doll was alive. Nobody believed a word that came out of your six year old mouth. Looking back at it, you couldn't blame them though. It sounded crazy, didn't it? Well it was. But you know what you saw.
You finally told one of your friends about it and she told you that it was probably just your imagination, after all, kids did have wild imaginations. You remember nodding and agreeing with her, but you know what you saw. There was no way that was just your mind playing tricks on you. A woman died.
You sighed as you walked down the street, on your way home. The sky was shades of pink and orange as the sun went down. You lived alone in a small house that you rented in a small neighborhood. It was all you could afford at the moment. You just wanted to get out of your parents house.
You unlocked the door, before stepping inside. You tossed your keys on the small table that sat next to your door. As you slipped out of your shoes, you reached over and locked the door back. You made your way to your bedroom to change out of your work clothes. You sighed as you looked through your clothes to find something comfortable.
You pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a (favorite color) hoodie. That would do. After all, it is kind of chilly tonight. As you were undressing, you felt as if you were being watched. You glanced over to the window to see the curtains open, so you walked over to them and closed them. You continued to change, but you still felt as if someone was watching you. You shook off the feeling as you pulled the hoodie over your head.
You, then, walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink. As you grabbed out (Favorite drink), you felt a sharp pain on the side of your head before dropping the drink and reaching out for the counter to try to catch yourself from falling, but black was slowly clouding your vision. The last thing you heard was a cackle that you swear you've heard before.
You awoke in your kitchen, tied to a chair and on the counter was someone you had dreamed about for years now. The doll.
"Good. You're up." He commented as he noticed your panicked state. "Took me a while to catch up to you. You moved far, huh?"
He turned towards the block of knifes you had on your counter and pulled one out, eyeing it. "I needed to find the first person I revealed myself to and I thought it was Andy, but no. It was you, Y/n."
You stayed quiet, unable to speak due to fear. Part of you wondered what could he really do to you, he is just a doll after all, but he did manage to already knock you out and tie you to a chair.
"Might I say you've grown up to be quite the looker."
(A/N: Does anyone have any requests or suggestions? I would post a lot more if I had a clue what to post. Anyways, stay beautiful!)
