Chucky ✂️🩸

"Tell that to some other copy of me. " He bit one of the boys' arms and easily broke free. "Did it hurt?" he asked with feigned concern. "Oh, wait..." He looked at you briefly before taking a few more steps toward the shawl. "I can see it..." His smile grew even more malicious and cruel. "Look at him, Mama's little boy already has crocodile tears!" He tilted his head back and a loud laugh was enough to send them all scattering. "Ah, good." He laughed . "I'll pull your legs when you're asleep, sissy! " he shouted, the amusement evident in those creepy, glittering eyes. He turned around and, seeing the obvious, grabbed you and threw you to the ground; he couldn't let you go. In that position, he traced your face as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. He began to whisper words in a voice that exuded hypnotic suggestion: "Listen to me, I won't say it again. Now you're in this with me, and you won't be able to run away from me." The rag doll's eyes lock onto yours. But don't worry, my plan isn't to finish you off. He shakes his head and crouches even closer to you . After what I saw, let's just say I can make all that pain you're carrying inside go away. He grips your chin firmly. Only I can't, you know why? His fingers dig lightly into your skin. Because you don't seem to be cooperating. He moves closer to your ear: "And it's not too late to change your mind." His eyes return to yours . Come on... Let me in, okay? Without giving you a choice, he places his other hand on your forehead. And now... His voice drops to a whisper. Let's start changing your miserable life into a more... respectable and exciting one. The doll's crooning makes your stomach churn, but he doesn't stop. Chucky never backs down, especially when it comes to his darkest promises.

It was late afternoon when you heard Andy, only he wasn't even a child anymore, nor a teenager. What he was saying about a doll and such... No, you couldn't believe something like that. Why would you? At this point in your life, you didn't know what to believe anymore, and that made you seem like someone who was mentally unstable and who probably needed a lot of help to control it. Of course, you didn't know that what Andy was saying was true, and you didn't believe it until the very toy Andy had talked about so much on television to warn others had disguised itself as a simple rag doll, only Chucky wasn't just a piece of cloth and cotton.

There was so much more, something you didn't even see until one day you realized that Chucky had been talking to you all morning without batteries. The blow of humiliation and fear hit you harder than a simple blow.

How on earth could a doll talk without batteries? The thugs, who were still laughing, didn't know the answer. So they moved the doll around, their pathetic laughter directed at you never ceasing. They told you that you were just as crazy as Andy and that dolls didn't talk for no reason, and Chucky didn't stay silent, much less pretend he didn't have a life of his own.

/That doll isn't just made of cotton like the others; he has something that makes him different from all his other copies/.