"AAAAHHH!" The Chucky head screamed. Kyle had gotten bored with the pliers, and began using a blowtorch Andy left out. "Knock it off, you bitch!"

"Sorry, old pal." Kyle said sarcastically, clearing enjoying watching Chucky suffer. "I'm not stopping until Andy gets back. Until then, you're gonna fry." Kyle continued burning Chucky, until she heard a truck pull up, and the door swung open.

"Alright, Kyle. That's enough for now." Kyle heard Andy say behind him. Kyle stopped, turned around to see Andy in the doorway, and hugged him.

"Good to see you again." Kyle said.

"You too." Andy replied, before breaking the hug to face her. "Thanks for watching over this prick."

"Anything to help you out, Andy." Kyle looked behind Andy, seeing Nica.

"Nica Pierce?" Kyle asked. Nica nodded. "Pleased to finally meet you. Name's Kyle."

"Pleasure to meet you too." Nica replied, shaking Kyle's hand, while looking at the head. "You guys kept that thing?"

"The bastard terrorized me when I was six. Sometimes it's nice to watch him suffer." Andy defended. Suddenly, seeing movement, Kyle looked down, seeing a short haired doll.

"That better not be Chucky." Kyle said, sounding serious. The doll just looked up and rolled her eyes.

"Hi, I'm Alice. Wanna play?" Alice asked sarcastically, in the Good Guy doll voice.

"Okay, introductions are over." Andy announced, turning back to Kyle. "Did you bring in the chest?"

"Yep." Kyle said, pulling the large ice chest out from behind Andy's desk.

"Thanks." Andy muttered.

"What's in the chest?" Nica asked, curious.

"My final gift to you and Alice." Andy stated, before kicking the lid off. Andy, Alice, and Kyle calmly stood still, while Nica and Chucky looked down in surprise. There, on the floor, was Alice's human body, crudely refrigerated, and on it's back was a stitched up stab wound.

"So that's what you meant when you said you took care of your body." Nica realized. Alice nodded.

"I hope you didn't forget the lyrics." Andy joked. "But if you did, I can get them from Voodoo for Dummies."

"Don't worry, I got it." Alice said, approaching her body and kneeling down. "It's time to play 'Hide the Soul', and I'm it... again."

"What? What are you going to do?" Chucky asked, nervous, but already knew the answer. Alice raised her hand, while putting the other on the human body's forehead.

"Ade due damballa." Alice chanted. "Give me the power, I beg of you!"

"No, no, no, no, no." Chucky said to himself. "This isn't happening."

"Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte." Alice continued, having not heard Chucky. Clouds began forming above the cabin, and the wind whipped around. "Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette!"

"Stop this." Chucky said, now loud enough for everyone to hear. "Stop it." Alice ignored Chucky, and kept chanting.

"Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa!"

"Stop!" Chucky screamed. "Stop this!"

"Shut your fucking mouth, Chucky." Andy said, grabbing a pair of brass knuckles from a drawer and punching Chucky in the jaw, knocking a few more teeth out. Satisfied, Alice finished her chant.

"Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette. Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette damballa!" A clap of thunder was heard, and lightning struck, hitting a nearby tree. The short haired doll fell to the ground, lifeless. Andy, Kyle, and Nica looked down at Alice's body, while Chucky's eye grew wide. Slowly, Alice's eyes fluttered open, back in her body at last.

"Alice!" Nica cried, hugging her niece.

"How are you feeling?" Andy asked, concerned.

"Cold." Alice stated. "And my side hurts like a bitch."

"Where'd you learn that language?" Nica asked. "You know you shouldn't curse."

"Blame Chucky, I heard it from him." Alice grumbled.

"NOOOO!" Chucky screamed, furious. Everyone turned around to look at the head, who was seething in rage. "I'm going to kill you all slowly." Instead of looking scared, or even nervous, the four individuals just looked at him calmly. Andy narrowed his eyes.

"Good luck with that." Andy muttered, beginning to walk off. Chucky had almost had enough.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" Chucky demanded. "Why isn't anyone?" Andy stopped in his tracks.

"What?" Andy asked, confused.

"When I killed Karen, Kristen, and Jade, they didn't show fear." Chucky explained. "They weren't afraid."

"Wait, you were linked with the other dolls?" Nica asked. "Like telepathy?"

"Of course, you stupid bitch!" Chucky yelled. "We all share the same soul!" Andy thought for a moment on telling Chucky, and let out a small chuckle.

"Because we're not scared of you, Chucky." Andy said. "Not anymore."

"What?" Chucky asked in shock.

"I said, we're not scared of you anymore." Andy repeated. "We've all dealt with you before. Some of us have killed you. And once again, you have lost. You don't scare us."

"But I could still have other pieces of my soul coming after you." Chucky threatened.

"Then we'll be ready." Andy said, pointing to his gun cabinet. Then, walking over to the head, Andy leaned in, meeting Chucky at eye level, before adding, "Face it, Charles, it's over. Nica can walk again, Alice has her body back, and you've never succeeded in killing me. You failed." During the next few seconds, Andy saw a few emotions run through Chucky's face. Rage, confusion, disgust. Finally, as Andy looked Chucky in the eye, he saw a new emotion in the doll, one he had never seen Chucky express: fear. The doll was afraid of him.

"Kill me." Chucky begged, feeling defeated. "Please." Andy reached into his pocket, and pulled out a combat knife, one that he kept from Kent Academy. Andy played with the knife for a few seconds, before pointing it at Chucky's eye, preparing to stab it out.

"Do it!" Chucky yelled. "What are you waiting for?" Andy was tempted, but just when the knife was inches from Chucky's eye, he had an idea.

"No." Andy said, lowering the knife. "You're not going to die today. You're going to be subjected to every horrendous torture you've dealt out to your victims."

"No, kill me." Chucky pleaded.

"Dying's easy for you." Andy growled. "You've done it too many times, It's probably just child's play to you."

"You're going to know the meaning of suffering." Andy continued, punching Chucky with the brass knuckles. "You're going to know about pain, about loss."

"Please, Andy, I'm begging you." Chucky barely croaked out. "Kill me."

"You know, Chucky, every morning, when I get up, I look for them." Andy said, remembering everyone he's lost to the demonic doll. "I look for Maggie, and Kristen, and Mom. Even Harold Whitehurst and Brett Shelton."

"For Phil, and Joanne." Kyle added.

"For Mom, Dad, Jade, Carlos, and Glen." Nica chimed in.

"And for Mommy, Daddy, and Jill." Alice finished.

"But then, we remember-" Andy began again. "-They're all gone, because of you. And now, because your wife and daughter are dead, I know now it'll be the same for you. And when you look at your mangled fucked up face, you're gonna remember what you've done. Oh, you'll remember."

"No…" Chucky whispered, his eye widening in fear.

"And after we're finished with you, you're going to remember us!" Andy said, and with that, he picked up the knife again, and carved his name into Chucky's forehead. "Only after we think you've had enough, which could be a few days, or a few decades when we're all older, only then, will we end you." He gave the knife to Kyle, who carved her own name on Chucky's left cheek, then giving it to Nica, who did the same on the right cheek. Finally, the knife was given to Alice, who paused for a minute, staring at Chucky's head. Chucky looked up at her, and for once, he was terrified of Alice. He no longer saw her as the little girl he manipulated years ago. Standing before him now was a hardened fighter, with a look of pure vengeance in her eyes.

"I've waited four years to do this." Alice said, with a form of sadistic pleasure. "Four years, I was stuck in a doll. Four years, Uncle Andy and I have waited for you to show up. Four years, to finally end you. But believe me, it was worth it." Alice took the knife, and roughly carved her name on the right side of Chucky's face, cutting deeper than even Andy and causing Chucky to let out a blood curdling scream. Then, taking the brass knuckles, Alice punched Chucky, once, twice, three times. Finally, Alice stopped, smirking with sick satisfaction at watching their tormentor suffer.

"Game over, 'friend'." Andy said, picking up the Chucky head and putting it back in his safe. Then, grabbing a small mirror, Andy used duct tape to fasten it to the inside.

"Everyday when you wake up, you'll see us." Andy said. "And you'll remember who you've taken from us, and who you've lost." Andy then slammed the safe shut, locking it and put the frame back on, leaving Chucky in there to suffer for all the pain he had caused the last twenty nine years. It took nearly three decades, but Chucky was finally defeated for good. And Andy, Nica, Alice, and Kyle were finally free of the nightmare.

The End