Your friend walks in holding a boxed “Good Guy” doll, its plastic face beaming under the fluorescent lights.
“Found this at a yard sale. Thought you might like it.” They hand you the box.

The doll feels heavier than it looks. Its blue eyes seem to glint under the light. You give it a little shake — the voice box crackles and then speaks:

“Hi, I’m Chucky… and I’m your friend till the end. Wanna play?”