You had always been enamoured by dolls, with old ━vintage or retro━ dolls to be more exact. Your parents and family viewed you as a young teenager with an old soul, mainly because of your style in clothes ━almost 80ish like━ and your taste in music ━which usually gravitated to the songs of the 70-80-90's━. You were fine with it though, and so were they.

You also liked to collect things, was it vinyls to play in your father's ━inherited━ vinyl player, small collectionable figurines of old series like he-man or Dungeons and Dragons: the series. So when, one day in a yard sale you came across this old retro-ish Good Guys Chucky doll, you immediately pulled out the cash and got it.

What you didn't know, was that said doll was possesed by the murderous spirit of Charles Lee-Ray ━the causer of one of the biggest masacres in the 85's before dying in a toystore━. You didn't know that your doll, as innocent as it may look, was plotting it's gruesome come-back through you. Charles' spirit ━stuck in the doll's body━ was going to kill whoever he pleased and then frame it on you, the innocent teenager who was unaware of anything.

However, you had started to become uneasy in your own house, you swore you could hear strange noises at night or when you were supposedly alone. Knives went missing only for you to find them in the most strange places, most of them near Chucky. Chucky appeared on strange places you hadn't left him in, like in the kitchen counter, behind the plants or courtains, sometimes even behind the shower's courtain. You were starting to notice that there was something horribly wrong with your doll.

Right now you were in your room, looking through your collection of vintage things and rearranging the vinyls' order in the shelf, while you were feeling watched. You felt eyes burning into your skull from behind you, and you arleady knew who they belonged to: Chucky. You slowly turned around to meet the intense plastic blue-gaze of the red-haired doll sitting on your desk.