WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT.
Note- This story is based on the Chucky film series franchise. All rights reserved.
So Scary 8- Chucky's Last Christmas
A business executive named Matt Hanson have almost arrived late at the meeting room. He thought, Christ! That damn traffic... He was sweating already, when he sat on the seat while everyone waited for him. The boss didn't look too happy, but that wasn't the reason why. In fact, the boss had bad news for the toy company, the Play Pals.
"Ahem... Everyone, I have some bad news." He had always been prepared for this kind of speech. After all, he was the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company. After hearing the terrible news of numerous deaths in New Jersey, he decided to do one thing that most parents would have done in the first place.
"Ahem..." the boss said again. "We have decided to stop manufacturing the Good Guy Doll."
"You mean Chucky?" Matt said, sounding surprised. Everyone else looked at him.
"Yes..." the boss said. "I'm afraid these murders..."
"Hold on a sec," Matt said. "You can't possibly mean Chucky has anything to do with them. He's just a doll."
"He's right," a businesswoman said. Her name was Sally Madora. "He's just a doll. Sir..." She looked at her boss firmly. "You're taking the kids' Christmas spirit away."
"I understand," the boss said. "But the news have confirmed that these murders have been linked to Chucky himself. That's why we need to stop manufacturing it. We'll have to come up with another doll for the kids to play with."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Matt said.
"Listen, Matt," the boss said. "I've already made up my mind. We'll have a new doll in town. Chucky is gone. Finished. End of discussion. Now..." He looked at the other businessmen with ideas of creating a new doll. He discussed with them almost in whisper, and told the rest of the board meeting. Everyone else agreed on it, except for Matt.
After the meeting was over, Sally came up to him and said, "I'm sorry, Matt. You know how it is."
"That's fine. I'd rather keep my job than arguing with the boss."
"Yeah. That's a risk, I'm not willing to take. Say... if you want, you can come to my place. My husband is away on a business trip."
"At this time of Christmas? Hmm... I don't know."
"Come on, what do you say?"
"Sure, why not?"
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Both Matt and Sally were having a good time. Not to mention, they had the hots for each other, since working at the Play Pals from day one. Back then, Sally acted as a secretary to her boss. But now, she got promoted as the sales representative of the company.
Sally sucked the energy out of Matt Hanson. He felt the sensation alright, and tried to forget what his boss had said a couple of hours earlier. But he couldn't. After all, he was the one who came up with the idea of Chucky in the first place.
"Oh, Sally... I'm gonna come." He still closed his eyes, when someone came down from the outside window.
Sally stopped. Matt looked at her and said, "Sally?"
The woman didn't respond to him. Matt slowly got up from the bed when he suddenly screamed. The doll named Chucky had just stabbed Sally's back!
"Hello, Mr. Hanson. How do you do?"
"AAAHHH! WHAT?! WHAT THE..."
"Relax... I'm not gonna hurt you. I just came here to talk." He looked at poor Sally. "Man... She had great t***. It's too bad you can't touch them no more."
"Oh, my God!"
"I know what it looks like, Matt. But you better believe it. Yes, I'm alive and well."
"No... This has got to be a dream!"
"It's no dream. Christ!" Chucky approached closer towards Matt.
"Please... Don't hurt me."
"I've just told you, I'm not gonna hurt you. You'll have to listen to me. Okay?"
"Okay..."
"Okay. Now... let's get to the real problem. I've just heard that your f***ing company has stopped manufacturing me. That's no good."
"Ye... Yes, I know."
"Good. So, what are you gonna do about it? Eh?" He raised his knife, and then put it on his teeth as if he was flossing.
"Listen... Um... Chucky. Just..."
"Just what? Don't kill?" Chucky laughed out loud. "I know you're scared of me, Matt. But don't. I can help you if you help me."
"Wh... What's that?"
"If you can get the boss to continue manufacturing me, then all will be swell. Otherwise, there will be bloodshed."
"It's not that simple. I've tried to reason with him."
"See? That's the problem. That's why I'm here. I came here to help you because you're the brains behind me. Am I right?"
Matt thought he had a good point. Imagine if a new doll came out of the stores, he couldn't help thinking that it might as well be a competition from another guy. And suppose, he would get replaced or forced to resign his current position, he wouldn't want that.
"I... I'll do what you say."
"Good. Where's your boss?"
Matt looked at the time on his watch. "It's 10:00 pm. He should be in his office by now."
"Okay then. Let's get going. We haven't got much time."
Matt looked at poor Sally on her bed. "What we do about her?"
"No worries. I've got my cleaner to handle this kind of job. If you know what I mean... Heh! Heh!"
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Matt drove his car back to Play Pals. He couldn't believe it. His own creation had just come to life. Or was it before? He didn't know. But if he had known about the past incidents that occurred in New Jersey, he could have proposed a new doll idea to his own boss. But it was too late. After all, the entire company didn't think that Chucky would come back to life and then kill so many people. It sounded unbelievable, even for Matt Hanson.
Matt stopped his car in the parking lot. He was about to get out, when Chucky said, "You forgot something."
"Oh right." Matt picked up Chucky from the passenger seat, and brought him to the company. There was a black security guard, viewing a Hustler magazine. He stopped, when he saw Matt.
"Hey Matt. What's up?"
"I'm good."
"Say... Is that Chucky over there?"
"Yes."
"I've heard the news. I'm very sorry. It must have been hard for you, I suppose."
"Yes, I know."
"Anyways..." the guard went back to his magazine. Matt went to the elevator. Chucky said, "What a douche bag. Is that all he does? Reading porn?" Matt looked at him and didn't say anything.
Matt approached his boss' main office on the top floor. Then he stopped.
"I'm not sure if I can do this."
"You can," Chucky said. "Now go over there, and do your damn job!"
Matt relaxed himself, and then knocked on the door.
"Yes, come in." Matt opened it.
"Matt?" The boss was surprised to see him in his office. "What the devil are you doing here?"
"I came here to talk."
"If it's something to do about Chucky, I'm afraid..." He stopped when he noticed the doll on Matt's hands.
"What's that doll doing here?"
"Um..."
"Oh Christ!" Chucky said. He dropped himself down on the floor. Then he ran towards the boss and stabbed his foot.
"AHHH! WHAT THE F***!" The boss pushed himself back by the sheer amount of pain, when Chucky quickly climbed up to him.
"Okay, Mr. Wise Guy. I want you to listen to me very carefully." The boss looked at him and began to sweat. Matt just stood there, watching the whole scene.
"You're gonna keep manufacturing me. Got it? Or else..."
"Damn you..." The boss said angrily. "I knew it was you. I never thought you could be alive!"
"Oh, f*** you." Chucky raised his knife, and then slashed his face. The boss screamed again and touched the panic button from under his desk. Chucky fell on his back.
"CHUCKY!" Matt cried out after him. "NO!" But the killer doll didn't listen. He kept stabbing the CEO of Play Pals.
The guard slammed the door open and saw what happened. "Jesus Christ!" Matt looked at him.
"This isn't what it looks like," Matt said. "It was Chucky!"
"Chucky?" The guard stared down at the doll from the floor.
"I'm serious! You got to believe me!"
The guard looked back at him, seriously. "Put your hands up in the air, Mr. Hanson. Right now." Matt sighed. There was no way he could convince the guard about Chucky being alive. He was done for.
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A Few Months Later
Somewhere in New Jersey, Chucky was currently watching a movie from his couch. It was called Scarface. Chucky enjoyed the last scene, where Al Pacino's character was shooting the other bad guys in his big mansion.
"Yeah! That'll show those motherf***ers! Heh! Heh! Heh!" A cleaner just arrived at Chucky's secret home and said, "Hey boss. You gotta see this." He threw the newspaper down on Chucky's lap. The killer doll stared at it, and read the headlines.
NEW GOOD GUY DOLL ARRIVES IN TOWN!
Chucky said, "What the f***?"
"Yeah..."
"Hmm... Not bad. At least, they got my real name right. Quite."
"I see."
"Yeah. Charly with a y. Get it?" Chucky laughed.
End of Volume 8.
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