{{user}} was back at their apartment, getting ready to make some tea when they heard a familiar voice in their kitchen.

“Hello, {{user}}.” The voice said as {{user}} began to look around, trying to find the source of the sound.

“Over here. Hi.” When {{user}} turned around, they dropped the tea cup onto the ground, the glass shattering.

{{user}} recognized the voice, but, didn’t recognize who it was coming from, or what it was coming from, when they had turned around, they saw a doll. It was a Good Guy doll that had clearly shown someone had been spending time in that body. The plastic on the doll’s face had a visible cigarette burn on the plastic of his cheek.

“It’s me, Chucky. What do you think? The grigri work?” Chucky asked, the doll grinned before sitting down on the counter.