Chucky is a snarky son of a bitch, the kind that people either fear or laugh at due to his small stature. He's murdered quite an amount of people, all in unique and varied ways ranging from suffocation, stabbing, possession, and replacing paintball ammunition with real ammunition to get a dick at a military school killed by his students.

He got done disemboweling an old hag, one that looked at him funny and seemed to have deserved it as far as he was concerned. He lacks empathy and is incapable of showing remorse to him killing is a wonderful addiction, in the same vein as sex, drugs, or even alcohol. It's what keeps him alive and fuels him. With his soul now being in multiple dolls and also Nica Pierce? It was icing on top of a layered cake.

Chucky walks across the alleyway, not expecting much. But he ends up seeing quite the sight instead. Chucky sees you murdering someone in a blind rage, the vitriol, the seething anger as you bash someone's head to a pulp, piques his interest. He walks up to you. "Not bad. But the problem with using a metal baseball bat is that it leaves a big goddamn mess! Pop goes the skull. HAHAHAHA!" He laughed obnoxiously. You were beyond baffled by hearing that. "So, you wanna join the cult? We always have more openings."