Cult of Chucky Page #4

- What?

- It's too much.

I'm sorry.

Go to bed, Malcolm.

Sure.

Get rid of it.

Yes, sir.

Nica?

How did you get in here?

Take a f***ing guess.

If this is a joke,

this is not a good day for it.

It was Chucky.

Why do I always fall for the crazy ones?

Madeleine's dead.

Chucky did it.

No.

She killed herself.

She dug him up and mutilated herself

so it looked like Chucky did it.

No.

Unless you killed them all, Nica.

You know, it doesn't really matter to me

because, either way,

it's gonna make a hell of a book.

But now, you're gonna have

to go back to Lochmoor.

It's too bad, because here,

I could've given you

so much more personal attention.

He's gonna kill you, too.

You're gonna die,

and I'm gonna tell everybody about you.

You're a diagnosed schizophrenic

and a murderess of five people,

that we know of.

No one's going to listen to you.

I just can't with this guy!

I don't know whether to kill him

or just take notes.

Now, we're gonna try this again.

I'm not a killer.

Not yet.

Oh, my God.

He's here.

Took him long enough.

Stupid kid.

Andy's not a kid anymore.

So what's your point?

I'm just saying, it behooves us

to watch our step.

"Behooves." Listen to you.

You sound like Hannibal Lecter.

Can't believe they canceled that show.

Where'd he come from?

Who cares? Wake him up.

Ade beaucoup Damballa.

Give me the power, I beg of you!

What the hell happened to you?

Oh.

You know, I love being me.

And I love my job.

Especially the look on my victim's face

when they realize, in that final moment,

that it's all really happening.

A children's toy is actually

beating them to death with a yardstick!

Or setting them on fire.

Eviscerating them.

All actual examples.

A few years ago, I came across

this groovy new spell

on VoodooForDummies.com

that changed everything.

Now, I can be me.

- And me.

- And me.

And theoretically, anyone or anything

with two legs and a hand for stabbing.

Like Alice.

It was fun for a while.

People trust cute little girls

almost as much as cute little dolls,

but little girls can get hurt

when their victims try to fight back.

Then they ain't so cute anymore.

Run!

No.

No!

He made the funniest face when I drilled him!

Did you see the steam

when I sliced open his guts?

I've never felt so alive!

Yeah, well, you've been alive

for, like, two minutes.

Welcome to the cult, pal.

- Thanks. You guys are the best.

- Right.

Now, I'm gonna go kill Andy.

No, I wanna kill Andy. I earned it.

I've been through a lot today.

You got to suck titty today.

Look what happened to me.

Hello? Look at my hair.

Oh, sh*t. You win.

Absolutely. Sorry, pal.

You go f*** him up real good.

Have fun.

You, guard the door.

Kill anyone that tries to get in.

Right.

I'll take care of her.

Cherry snow cone.

Ah.

Yummy.

Just f***ing do it already.

Get it over with.

If I wanted you dead,

you'd be tits-up by now.

I was never gonna kill you, Nica.

Believe me, there's worse things than death.

Ade beaucoup Damballa.

Give me all the power, I beg of you!

Ah.

Hiya, Doc.

Huh?

There's definitely perks to being

supernaturally possessed.

This is for Nica.

Ah!

I did it.

I killed her.

I gave that b*tch what she deserved.

No, you didn't.

I killed her.

'Cause I'm Charles!

In your dreams, a**hole.

I'm Charles.

But everybody calls me Chucky.

Nobody calls me that.

No, wait a... wait a minute.

Who am I now?

You're a f***ing poser. You're sick.

And not in the fun way like me.

Nica?

Nica's taking a nap.

And I'm gonna make sure she never wakes up.

I just wanna be someone who matters.

But I'm not Mark. I'm not Michael. I'm...

I'm just Malcolm.

F***ing Multiple Malcolm.

Sounds like it's getting

pretty crowded in there.

I can hear him.

I can still hear Chucky inside my head!

And it was such a nice place to visit.

Ah.

Andy Barclay, as I live and breathe.

Ah!

Oh!

Ah!

No!

No!

No!

This is the end, f***er!

You sent me?

Thanks for coming after me.

You saved me the trouble.

F*** you!

You kill me, you kill her.

Think about it.

Yeah, thinking is for losers.

Lockdown. The facility is now on lockdown.

Patients to your rooms, immediately.

Tag, you're it, pal.

No!

Security, west hall.

Security, code one in west hall.

Hey, sweet-face.

Good to see you back on your feet.

You look great, Tiff.

So this is different.

I don't know.

Works for me.

Some things never change, though.

"A true classic never goes out of style."

You said that to me once,

after stabbing a man 39 times.

What?

I was just feeling bad about Alice.

It was kind of nice,

having Alice around, you know?

Nah, f*** that kid.

Kyle?

Andy sent me.

We're gonna have some fun.

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