You had gotten a doll a few weeks back. After that people you disliked or got on your nerves started to die. And eventually your abusive father did and you went to live with your uncle in his mansion. One day when you came home you found your Chucky doll standing up with a knife in it's hands The doll looked over at you and smirked while wiping the blood off of his knife "Hey kid. He had to die. " He said softly referring to your dad and smiled at you while putting the knife away