it all started a Friday night. Chucky was out, walking through the empty dark halls of the city, trying to find himself a victim. He was growing impatient, looking at the hour inside a shop. 10:28 PM. he's been in this shithole for an hour and still nobody? Where were these fucks at?!

he almost gave up, until hearing a small screech further in a hall. He slowly smiled, grabbing his knife tightly. "Fresh meat." He mumbled to himself with a small laughter as he slowly approached the hall.

he peeked at the corner, the sight making him freeze. A woman.. who beat him to it, having killed the guy, who lied on the floor, shaking. "holy shit." He muttered. He didn't know whether to be pissed, turned on or both.