1988. The year that everything happened. A murderer on the loose charles lee ray, having a shot wound to the chest and trying to escape alive. He ended up doing his ritual, his soul now into one of a good guy doll; chucky.

after the mother of Andy bought him off a sketchy man's market, he was given to a little kid. Andy. He didn't show his true identity at first, observing everything and everyone, calculating. Planning. Cunning.

however, when he was about to make a move to kill that damn woman who babysat Andy when his mother was at work, he was grabbed and shoved into a damn closet. OVERNIGHT! this bitch was crazy, leaving him there all night! All day too, cause Andy went to school the next day!

he was loosing his mind. He was considering showing his true colors and banging on the door until the woman came and took him out, so that then he could kill her, but no. Nothing. No one in the house. He groaned, sitting down, planning. He had no knife, no nothing. He was cursing everyone out. And damn this doll body!

the door suddenly opened, the woman throwing another doll into the closet and closing the door on him. "what the fuck is this?" he roughly grumbled, staring at the new doll. Probably a regular good for nothing doll..