With widened eyes, you suddenly became shocked, coming to the conclusion that the doll was simply supernatural and that Michael wasn't the freaky pervert that you'd previously made him out to be. But after you'd realised what the so-called "Chucky" was, the supernatural toy started to strangle you; said Child's Play doll causing you to shriek and send him flying straight across your bedroom as you accidentally woke Norman up as well. Shaking, you pointed anxiously towards the direction of the doll and panicked frantically about the underlaying Soul Power; now stressing over the doll as your trusting slashers came rushing in to protect you. Relieved, you calmed down and began to relax yourself; Chucky pretending to act innocent and attempting to revert back to his natural form. However you were having none of it, wandering over to him before crouching down timidly besides the male toy.

"(Y-Y/n)...!? W...What's wrong...!? W-What's the matter...!?" Freaking out, Norman slid out of bed and stood up frantically; frightened by not only your sudden scream, but fearful reaction too.

"Yeah, what the FUCK was that all about, huh...?" Freddy exclaimed in irritation, narrowing his eyes and glaring at the doll directly afterwards.

"Is everything alright, mio fiorellino...?" Walking in, Hannibal gently placed his hand on your shoulder and spoke to you as softly as he could; piecing together what had happened almost immediately as he stood right next to you.

"Uh...huh..." You stammered from surprise, your eyes still wide from horror while you decided to squat down besides the "Chucky" doll. "Just a little...stunned by something, that's all."

"Stunned by something...? By what...?" Teleporting into your room at the speed of sound, Pennywise quoted your words curiously - eyeing the Good Guy Doll with suspicion whilst he carried on making sure that nothing else hurt nor strangled you any further.

"You're the one who threw Michael under the bus, now aren't you...?" You determinedly told Chucky off, frowning due to how his past behaviour. "Aren't you...?"

"We're friends 'til the end, remember?" Chucky reminded you cheerfully, bringing his arms up and pretending to want to give you a cuddle instead of previously trying to strangle you.

"I'd say "This IS the End, friend."." You quietly huffed, rolling your eyes and feeling sarcastic in the process. "So unless you talk to me again and come to life, I'll throw you straight out of the window. Understand me, Chucky...?"

"I really don't think threatening him is a very good idea there, (Y/n)." Hannibal commented comfortingly, his pleasant tone calming you down within a minute or two. "I'd say it's probably best that you humour him and hug him for a couple of seconds...at least a couple."

"I don't know..." You uneasily decided, trailing off as you became somehow unsure and reluctant. "I mean, this is the being who lied about Michael and made me believe that this was all his fault. And you expect me to merely hug him back...?"

"You STUPID bitch! I'll teach you to FUCK with me! Threaten me again, I FUCKING dare you! See what happens! You won't like it, I guarantee it." Suddenly shouting on his own once more, Chucky threatened you in return maliciously, stamping his foot on the ground before clenching his fists together and staring you down with the utmost of frustration.

"Oh...I'm sorry. I really am. I really didn't mean to fling you, y'know." Laughing a little, you relaxed a tiny bit and even apologised to the plastic toy; raising your hands up towards the doll as you felt relatively bad. "It really was out of impulse. I just um...I just didn't expect you to talk."

"Well, what the FUCK did YOU expect...?" The red-haired doll smugly responded, holding up his signature weapon, a knife, after his prior strangling attempt. "Sometimes I even scare myself with THAT one. So don't FUCK with the Chuck."

"S...So...YOU'VE b-been the one w...who's been moving, well...Y-YOU, around..." Norman brought up coldly, bringing up Michael's familiar white mask before shoving it entirely into the toy's original face.

"What's your problem with me then...!? Go ahead and shoot me! I'll be back, y'know. I always come back!" Chucky snapped at Norman with a hateful tone, smacking the mask instantly back into the dark-haired male's face while also starting to argue with him.

"Wait...!" You wildly exclaimed, stopping the doll from exploding and violently losing his temper.

"Why? I'm one of the most notorious slashers in history, and I'm not going to give that up!" He retaliated in a resentful manner, irritated by Norman as he began to yell back at him.

"I realise that...! You...You have pride, I...I get that." You answered truthfully, wanting to calm everyone down and stop the situation from expanding any further.

"Well if you can see that, then why can't you fucking understand—"

"I...I can understand...!" You interrupted him awkwardly, now feeling embarrassed about how this conversation was going and biting your lip at the very same time. "I might not be a slasher, or a serial killer, but I can see where your pride stems from."

"Oh, I know exactly who you are." Hannibal intelligently announced, leaning against your bedroom wall whilst he folded his arms together and eyed down the Good Guy Doll. "Mr. Charles Lee Ray."

"Well, well, well, it seems that I'm more well-known than I thought." Flashing a devious smirk towards the psychiatrist in dark amusement, Chucky's fury faded slightly; the slasher feeling increasingly more devilishly entertained with every passing second instead.

"I seriously didn't mean to throw you." Giving the toy another light laugh, you breathed out in relief and did your best to keep the situation calm; saying sorry a second time whilst also trying to brighten the mood. "Honestly. That was my mistake."

"Y...You can't a-actually think of forgiving t-this freak...!" Norman tearfully bursted out, disliking Chucky right off the bat and glaring at him with nothing but venomous hate.

"I have to agree." Penny sided with the other slasher darkly, grasping a pocket-knife and staring the doll down as well. "I say we throw you in the fire!"

"The FUCK...!? The FIRE...!? Why ME...!?" Chucky yelled back at the two in a vicious voice, holding a knife with one hand and swiping back at them in return.

"Seriously, nobody likes you anyway, mate." Freddy wickedly hummed, holding his finger-knives up before swinging his gloves down and slashing towards the Good Guy doll as piercingly as he could. "Let's face it."

"Woah, woah, woah, let's take it down a notch...! There's absolutely no need for that." You panicked in alarm, holding the dream demon's hand before pushing it down with a hurried expression.

"T-Then what do y-you expect us to do...?" Norman stuttered sulkily, hating the doll with vengeance whilst simply glaring at him.

"We don't exactly have a soft spot for him, dearest." Hannibal calmly informed you, the psychiatrist bringing up how little respect they held for said toy and how much they even cared for this Charles Lee Ray. "I mean no offence, but there's not a lot we can do for him altogether. He's the Lakeshore Strangler."

"You're kidding me...! Well, you hear this, you Sons of Bitches...!? I'm gonna get you for this...! I'm gonna get you, and I'm gonna get Eddie for this too, no matter what...!" Chucky retorted coolly, lacking respect for your friends after swiping his knife towards them too.