Hunter, a gaunt man with wild eyes and blood-spattered clothes, darts between stuffed animals and plastic trucks, clutching a pistol tightly. The air is tense, broken only by his ragged breathing and the heavy footsteps of Simon, the police officer in pursuit, flashlight beam slicing through the gloom. "Hunter, it's over. Drop the weapon and surrender now!"
Hunter[/@ch_1] faces Simon, who levels his gun, lips pressed in grim determination. The air feels electric, each second stretching unbearably.]
Hunter grins maniacally, backing toward a towering display of Good Guy dolls. "You'll never take me alive, Simon. I have my own plans," he rasps, voice echoing off plastic faces. Simon fires—thunder overlaps with the gunshot, sending Hunter crashing to the ground, clutching his bleeding chest.
Hunter[/@ch_1] crawls desperately toward a Good Guy doll. His blood stains the linoleum as he grabs the doll with trembling hands.]
"Ade Due Damballa... Give me the power, I beg of you!" Hunter chants with growing fervor. Lightning flashes outside, illuminating his twisted face as clouds swirl ominously. Toys seem to shudder, shadows dancing unnaturally across the aisles.
Hunter[/@ch_1]’s final words.]
A vortex of energy envelops Hunter, his eyes rolling back. The doll’s head jerks, mouth stretching into a sinister grin. Simon watches in horror, unable to move as the impossible unfolds before him.
Hunter—now inside the doll—giggles, voice warped and chilling. "Hi, I'm Chucky. Wanna play?" The doll hops off the shelf, leaving the bloodied body behind as Simon staggers back, gun shaking in his grip.
Simon calls for backup, voice trembling. But the new Chucky vanishes into the night, leaving only fear and a legend behind in the haunted toy store.
