Chucky Wins: Child's Play Continues a Chucky and Andy Story

 

Chucky Wins:

Child's Play Continues

 

written by Jimmy

 

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2020/03/bittersweet-dessert-chucky-and-andy.html  (Part 1)

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2023/11/menacing-revenge-andy-and-chucky-story.html (Part 2)

“Wakey, wakey Andy. You went and feel asleep!”

 

Andy groans. He feels weird. Something is not right. 

 

Andy tries to move. No surprise there, he can’t…again

The draft hits him, Chucky must have opened a window because the air slides over his bare skin and he shivers and bites his bottom lip. It feels different too, maybe it’s the swelling from when Chucky hit him in the face.  Andy can’t tell, but when he opens his eyes he is floored by what he sees. 

 

Instead of Chucky in front of him, Andy sees…himself? He’s fully dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt a hoodie in one hand that he shucks over his head, and pulls the material until he becomes fully visible again. Chucky sweeps the hair back, but his brown locks fall right back in place on his forehead. 

 

“How…?” Andy asks, but his voice…it’s different too. He’s…no he can’t be. 

 

“Figured it out yet, champ?” Chucky asks but its Andy’s mouth that’s moving. His mouth. Not Chucky’s. How is this possible?

 

Chucky chuckles. “It’s me Andy, Chucky. In your body. The ritual worked. I just performed one more bringing your soul back…into the doll. You’re a good guy now Andy…a good guy until the end. I couldn’t kill you with my knife…” Chucky holds up the blade and shoves it in the mattress near his skull. “Because then I wouldn’t have anywhere to transfer my soul. So I brought you back…so I could kill you. And unlike me my patron won’t bring you back. You aren’t a killer like me, and the magic only works on true believers of the faith. The ones that pledge themselves fully and completely to Damballa.”

 

Chucky takes a breath, and smiles. “I’m not usually one for speeches, but…had to make sure that you understood. Now I’m going to kill you. Kill you like I always wanted to. You escaped me Andy four times. Now it’s over. Your life is in my hands. I think…” Chucky pulls out the blade, it glints as Chucky places it against his throat. “That I’ll destroy your balls. Like you did mine…but first I’ll empty them. I’ve never nut kicked a doll before…I’m excited to see what it’s like!” 

 

Chucky laughs, gut wrenchingly and Andy’s spine against the mattress twinges. A cold sweat dampens his skin and Andy finally speaks his first real sentence in his new body, in a very unfamiliar voice even to his own ears. 

 

“You…brought me back. Just to kill me.”

 

“I have to even the score” Chucky growls, a mean look like nothing that Andy has ever witnessed crosses across his face…the face that does not belong to him…not anymore. It’s utterly terrifying.

Menacing Revenge: An Andy and Chucky Story written by Jimmy

 

Menacing Revenge:

An Andy and Chucky Story

 

Written by Jimmy

 

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2020/03/bittersweet-dessert-chucky-and-andy.html (The First Story)

Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,

I never thought that I would revist this story, but an anonymous reader had a great idea. I hope that he, and the rest of you enjoy this.

~Jimmy

The doll was found broken and tossed into the garbage.

Once pristine, with shiny bright red buttons on the overalls and a colorful blue overalls and a striped shirt the Good Guy Doll looks worse for wear. Stripped of its clothes, half its body gone and stuffing coming out the sides the toy looks ready to sit in a landfill for the rest of its sorry days. But it was saved and placed in a crafts bin at the dumps small shop of left behinds.

The store, or shack in this case holds many used items and the Good Guy Doll was found in a small brown box labelled CRAFTS in big black marker letters.

The teen that picked it up smirked at the ugly doll, an idea forming in his small mind. “This will fuck up Andy’s life for sure,” he whispers at the mangled and beat-up toy. Rolling his eyes at the ugly bugger the teen shoves it in his backpack and goes to head out of the shack.

“Fifty cents” the old woman says behind the register. She points to a glass jar, a quarter filled with change and a few wrinkled one dollar bills.

Eyebrows raising he shoves one hand in his pocket and thinks very carefully as he watches her knitting a sweater. Reading her name tag he makes a quick calculation and takes the Good Guy Doll from his backpack and places it next to the jar along with a crisp twenty.

She stops her needle work, finally glancing up at him.

“Make him look new again and I’ll give you another twenty when I come back with the garbage on Thursday.”

She nods “Well, alright then. Who is it for?”

“My dear little foster brother, Andy. Can you make it look cooler…maybe a leather jacket and…” he trails off thinking of the name that Andy sometimes screams in the middle of the night from his nightmares. “Chucky. Can you put that name on his overalls, Gertrude?” He elongated her name, and gave her his very best smile.

Gertrude beamed at him. “Aren’t you a nice young man! I will make him look like he came right out of the box.”

The teen continues smiling and fingers the twenty on the table before dropping it into her jar.

“Anything for my foster brother.”

Leaving, he pulls up his hoodie sweat shirt and stepping into the fine mist of the morning and heading to the truck. He can’t wait to see the look on Andy Barclay’s face when he wakes up from his latest nightmare and sees the doll sitting in a chair watching him.