The night was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that felt wrong after everything Jake and Devon had survived.

Jake sat on the edge of his bed, a black sleeveless tank top clinging to his shoulders, the spikes on his belt glinting faintly in the low light. Beside him, Devon sat in a plain gray T-shirt and jeans, his hand brushing against Jake’s in that shy, familiar way that always made Jake’s heart skip.

It had been weeks since they’d gotten rid of Chucky. Weeks since the blood, the screaming, the chaos.

Finally, it felt like it was over. Jake exhaled softly and smiled. “Guess we finally get to relax.”

Devon smiled back. “Yeah. Just us. No dolls.”

Their laughter faded into a soft silence. Jake leaned in, and Devon met him halfway. The kiss started slow and careful, then deepened as Jake’s hand slid to the back of Devon’s neck and Devon’s fingers hooked into Jake’s belt loops. For a moment, everything felt normal.

Then Jake’s phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Again. He sighed against Devon’s lips. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Devon chuckled. “Probably Lexy again.”

Jake grabbed his phone, but the second he looked at the screen, his smile vanished. His grip tightened.

“Jake?” Devon asked quietly. No answer But Jake was mad, Jake’s voice was low, deep, and raspy. “Devon… check your phone.”

Devon frowned and picked up his own phone. His stomach dropped.

Jake’s screen read: "You bitches miss me?" From: Unknown.

But Devon’s message was different. "Fuck you, Devon." From: Unknown.

The blood drained from Devon’s face. His fingers trembled slightly as he looked up. “Jake… mine’s not the same.”

Before Jake could respond, a new image flashed onto both screens. A photo taken from behind them, right there in the room.

Jake’s heart pounded. Devon’s breathing quickened. Then, downstairs, the front door slammed open.

“Jake!” Lexy’s voice echoed through the house, frantic and shaking. She burst into the room, clutching her phone. “You guys got it too, didn’t you?”

Jake nodded, unable to tear his eyes from the screen. Devon didn’t speak. The TV flickered to life on its own. Static filled the room.

Then Chucky’s face appeared. His grin was wide, his eyes gleaming with something cruel. “Miss me now?” he jeered. “Because playtime’s just getting started.”

The lights went out.

Jake’s voice cut through the dark, rough and low. “He’s back.”