#Chucky did it [Andy Barclay]

[decaying-sunshine-95]

That scene in Child’s Play when Andy is left alone and is crying because nobody believes him that Chucky is coming to kill him is still painful to watch, no matter how many times I see it.

[ricelacethrust]

just my wife i mean wife i mean

[silvershewolf247]

Chucky: Well, I hope I can prove myself to be the father you never had.

Andy: I had a father.

Chucky: Yes, I know. Remarkable man. Flammable.

[buttonsfleas]

Oh...

Andy Barclay x reader "maria"

Scenario: Andy died and Maria had just come home from work and she saw his dead body.

Another day...another work day having to stay at work for 4 more hours which means, less andy. Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without him. I just miss him so much I had to sneak on my phone and text him.

M: baaabbeee, can we have a cuddle date? x

A: only if there can be kisses too. x

M: of course x

A: how long until you're out of work? x

M: just over half an hour ); x

A: awh, I miss you x

M: I miss you too x

A: can we also watch a movie? Maybe The Banana Splits Movie? You alllwaays talk about it and I've never seen it so, can we? x

M: yes x

A: good. I miss you so much. x

M: I miss you too. x

A: I love you. x

M: I love you too. See you soon, my boss is gonna kill me if he sees that I'm not working but I love you more then anything and anyone. Bye 🥺🥰🥺🥰 x

He didn't reply after that text. Why? He literally has mommy issues for me.

Timeskip

I had just gotten home from work and a uber was leaving the street when everybody around here has a car. Why?

The bedroom light was on so he must've been awake and waiting for me in bed. I just can't wait to be able to cuddle him again.

I grab my backpack from the back seats and lock my car and then go inside and drop my bag next to his in the porch and he'd usually be like "babe? Hello?" Or just come downstairs and hold me hostage with cuddles and kisses all night, but tonight felt different.

I walk up the stairs and the bedroom door was open and I couldn't hear his breathing or a movement or even a word from him except for my footsteps echoing throughout the house.

I walked inside and my heart shattered.

His wrists were tied up to the headboard and his throat has been gutted. His head was facing left and his legs were too. His fingers were still and the right side of his neck was stabbed.

"Andy?..." I ask, no response.

Then I remembered, it's that time of year again.

I can't belive this could happen to him.

I broke down on the floor and kneeled next to him with tears streaming down my face and I felt like this was it. He didn't deserve this.

I layed next to him and cried into his chest and mumbled all sorts of things and even this didn't make me feel better.

Not after he had just proposed to me last night.

[chaosfindsaway]

@coinquinatvs liked for a starter from Andy!

"It was one little fight. If they wanna expel me, let them." Andy rolled his eyes, more frustrated at the situation than Henry. He didn't like trouble at school, it only brought unwanted attention. Someone had let slip about his past, though, and now a few of the other students thought it funny to harass him with Good Guy Dolls. "I didn't even fight back so I shouldn't have been in trouble at all."

[barclaysangel]

Andy made the mistake of teaching Caroline how to do a choke hold. XD

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CroQBsWomGR/?igshid=MmU2YjMzNjRlOQ==

For a split second, Andy’s life flashed before his eyes 😂🤣

[silvershewolf247]

I find it funny that the scene implies he may have just been planning to talk and smoke with Chucky until he tried to bite him.

I find it funny that in that early scene in cult, Andy was at first looking for blades to torture Chucky with but then he delivered that "natural redhead" line and Andy was like that's it ur getting the torch

[cornerofhell]

I apologize if you’ve answered this already, do Andy and Nica have a particular holiday they love to celebrate together?

CHRISTMAS!

Let's see what their first Christmas was like, shall we? (Note the only thing changed from canon is Ms Fairchild being alive, and something else, other than that, just regular canon Chucky movies/series)

Nica and Andy now sat tiredly at their apartment, relaxing after the Christmas party at the Norris/Barclay house.

They had gorged themselves on turkey, sweet potatoes, greenbean casserole, mashed potatoes, and all the things you would find at a Christmas dinner, along with some decorated cookies.

They had both surprisingly had a blast with everyone there, actually having fun despite everything that had been happening. The kids seemed to have had a good time, the games were fun, and it just felt cozy. Very family-like.

Now the roomates sat at their own home, opening a bottle of wine to let the night cool down and for them to relax. Rudolph played on the TV in the background as the two of them sat at the kitchen table, sipping from their glasses and talking about the night.

"I don't think I'll ever eat turkey again after how much I ate." Andy chuckled, refilling his glass. "Your mom makes a mean stuffing, I think everyone picked that thing to the bone." Nica laughed, leaning back against her chair.

The man took a sip from his glass, shaking his head. "With how many plates she was offering you, the kids, and Rachel, it'd be a miracle if the thing had bones left." Which was true, Karen Barclay had made sure everyone got their fair share of Christmas dinner that night.

Andy's phone buzzed and he lifted it, looking it over before standing up. "Shit, I gotta go get something, hold on." And with that, he walked to the bathroom, leaving the woman alone by herself. Nica nodded, turning back to her own phone, using her hooks to scroll through the unanswered messages she had sent GG. They were supposed to call soon, the souls never missed a call in their life. Had something gone wro-

Nica looked up to see Andy walking back into the living room/kitchen combination, with a large box in his arms. Much larger than the box that would normally run chills up their spines. About four foot tall, four foot wide. The box was wrapped with brightly covered green and red paper, the lid having a huge, green bow. This was SO unlike the Barclay man, what on earth?

The man placed the large package down, as Nica rolled over to him, an eyebrow raised. "What the hell is this?" She wasn't mad, if anything it made her smile at such an outlandish thing for Andy to do. "Want me to get your present? It's in my room, I doubt it's as big as this though..." Andy shook his head, awkwardly looking down at the box, then back to Nica. "In a sec... Uh... Merry Christmas."

His roommate looked at him, then back at the box, then back at him, as though trying to get the angle at why she had been provided with such a large gift, before she finally relaxed for a second, and reached for the lid. "Is it a puppy?" She teased, starting to lift the box's lid.

"Nah I'd say we're better."

The shriek that left Nica's lips probably woke up all their neighbors as she quickly pulled Glen and Glenda's dolls out of the box and into her arms. "Damn Nica, my ear! First you shot Glen then trying to break my eardrum?" Glenda laughed, wrapping their arms around their friend, Glen giving their twin a playful glare as they joined too.

"How are you two here?! Oh my god, I thought you didn't plan on coming back!" Nica squeezed both dolls tightly, finally setting them down at the table where they sat.

"We did... but we missed you. Don't worry, we made sure to be extra careful." Glen held one of Nica's hooks in their hands. "As for how we got here, ask your little boyfriend-" "Hey watch it." "- we've had this planned for a month or two." Glenda gestured to Andy, whose cheeks were a little flushed at the comment they had made.

Nica turned to Andy, her eyes wide. "You planned this...?" "For a while. I know you've been missing them a lot. So I got their numbers and contacted them to come up with a plan. They wrapped the box and chilled out here while we were at the party." Andy gestured to said box that had held both dolls, a small smile on his lips.

"We're staying for a few weeks, if that's alright. We originally thought about going to the party but we figured that the guests needed some holidays without dolls for once." Glen smiled sheepishly. "He wanted to just give you the box, but you know us, we couldn't have an entrance without a little flair." Glenda chuckled, causing Nica to laugh.

"Stay as long as you want, as long as you're safe. I missed you both so much." Nica pulled the dolls into another hug, her eyes looking over at Andy with a look of thanks, admiration, and a smile that he was glad to finally see. Andy smiled back, and she swore he had that same admiration in his eyes, that she swore made her own cheeks flush, even without the wine.

"Andy... Thank you."

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I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S APRIL, HAVE A BARCLAYPIERCE FIC DAMNIT

[willowisapillow]

🍭🍬 Candy Collecting 🍬 🍭

🎃 Hope you guys had a great Halloween! 🎃

How did your Halloween go? For me, it was honestly a whole lotta fun. Yeah, it did get kinda boring after a while once 9 o’clock rolled around, because a lot of people either went home or to a different part of my neighborhood.

I had a blast, though, I was the one passing out candy, and if you didn’t see my previous post on here, I dressed up as Tiffany AKA, the Bride of Chucky, and I had my talking Chucky doll on my lap while I was passing out candy. A lot of people really loved my Chucky doll and costume, I even met someone who was also dressed up as Chucky, and we both just started fangirling 😭

Though there were some little kids who were absolutely terrified of my Chucky doll that they didn’t even want to get the candy, so I just passed it off to their parents instead, so they could give it to their kids. Honestly, I don’t blame those kids at all whatsoever, if I was their age, I would have been scared too 💀

Speaking of costumes, I saw a lot of really cool horror costumes, I saw some Wednesdays, Moritias, Chuckys, Jasons, and a lot of Freddy Kruegers and Michael Myers. Though funnily enough, I didn’t see any Ghostfaces or Megans. I also saw a lot of cool non-horror costumes, I saw some Disney Princesses, Marios, and Sonics, and I even saw a few dressed people dressed up as Glamrock Freddy, Huggy Wuggy, Patrick, and motherfreaking Barney, so uh yeah that was a thing lol

And there was this one family that was all dressed up as Demon Slayer characters, and it was pretty wholesome 💕

As for my art, this is a follow-up of my silly little AU that I posted a while ago, and if you haven’t seen it, here’s the TL;DR version of it; it’s an AU that takes place in the very first Child’s Play movie, Chucky is not a serial killer (but he’s still a major douchebag), and still lives with the Barclays (Andy and his mom, Karen).

This picture was also made as a (belated) birthday gift to one of my closest online friends, RobTheAlien on Amino, Deviantart, and Twitter. I made her a Chucky-related gift for her last year, so why not make another one for her, we both really love the series <3

For the context of the art, Halloween started rolling around, and both Andy and Chucky were super hyped to dress up and get some candy, mostly Chucky because he had a little plan up his sleeve. Basically, since Chucky is well, y’know… a doll, he looked to be around the average height of a toddler.

So, his plan was that while they were trick-or-treating, he could get Andy to tell the neighbors that he was bringing along his, “baby brother, Tommy”, and that it was his first time going trick-or-treating. The neighbors would give the both of them candy, thinking that Chucky was his, “brother”, and thus, they would get double the candy (and double the diabetes as well 😋).

At first, Andy was against the idea, since it didn’t feel right to trick the neighbors in a selfish way to get some sweets, but Chucky managed to convince him that they could have the biggest candy collection in the entire neighborhood, with all of the candy a kid his age could ever want and eventually gave in to the idea. He also decided to dress Chucky up as a ghost to make the whole thing look more convincing.

Oh Chuck, such a good role model and influence on little Andy/j

At first, I wanted to draw Andy alongside Chucky but didn’t feel like it because A. I wanted to make the art less time-consuming, and B. I ain’t very good at drawing little kid characters. But I will say that he did dress up as a vampire, complete with fake fangs and everything, and maybe I might make fanart with the both of them together in their costumes in the future.

As for the art itself, I really loved how it turned out. I was farting around with the filters on IbisPaint X, and I eventually chose the exclusion filter, and I felt like it was perfect for this art, ‘cause I wanted to go for an indie kidcore-type vibe for it. And as for the candies I chose for the picture, I basically just googled, “What types of candy were popular in the 80s?”, and I eventually went with the three candies you’re currently seeing in the picture.

Honestly, the only candy I really like out of the three are Skittles, I don’t think I’ve ever tried a Charleston Chew or Baby Ruth before. But what’s your guys' favorite candy? 👀

🍭 🍬 👻

[streets-in-paradise]

Safe Adult - Andy Barclay x Reader

Requested by Anon

" hey I was wondering if you can write one about Andy Barclay wanting to have kids with his SO please and thank you "

Quickly written on a rush of inspiration, but i hope you will enjoy the result :)

Warning: This fic implies Andy has rescued and deprogrammed Caroline.

Summary: Andy revisits his positive experiences dealing with children happening on the hunt for Chucky and realizes he wants to have kids with you.

Note: For some reason, in that pic he looks like he is having an epiphany and this is exactly what's happening on the fic.

Interactions with children were a vital part on the process of finding Chucky and despite Kyle was always the kindest, Andy noticed how many of them were spontaneously inclined towards him. Strange realization he would get in the most stressfull contexts, with a killer doll possibly after them.

Kids liked him for no damn reason, he just wanted to surveil the fighting ground and they would do anything to get his attention. At one given time, a little girl began to show him her toys before his sister could finish to introduce the excuse her parents needed for their presence. Still, it wasn't untill having Caroline arround that he began to take it seriously. That girl had enough time of being poisoned by Chucky to despise him and despite things weren't always easy, he got to win her trust. She was confortable with him and, according to Lexy, that was an accomplishment for anyone even before Chucky complicated things.

Then there was also Devon, whose blind faith in him remained a mistery that Andy couldn't solve. He never imagined he would be in the position of menthoring a teenage boy, incapable of guessing why anyone would want to emulate him. His affection and admiration were increíble, but also unexplainable. Unlike the little kids, Devon had the proper age to understand that he was a mess of a man and his life sucked.

For most part at least, since it got better with you on it. Against any of his initial predictions, you wanted to stay and your relationship had prospered regardless of the hardships. You had endured a dangerous meeting with Chucky and even after that you were patient regarding the work required on fixing the horrors he would leave behind with each appearance. Out of sudden a little girl was living with you after being rescued and you were on board with it from the start. He didn't ask if you wanted to be part of it, but he didn't have to for you to welcome the child. In fact, you were so involved that he started wondering if you weren't a little too happy with the whole thing.

Children were never a discussed milestone for the possible future of your relationship. He had never consider it before and, if you did, you had never brought it up. However, your reactions were an indication that something had changed. His weird little friend had awakened a side of you that he ignored completely and he wasn't severly alarmed by that.

More like curious, intrigued … Fascinated.

" Why are you acting like if we were her parents?" He questioned you once, ríght after observing in awe how you followed every bedtime ritual that the girl demmanded. " We don't know yet if it's going to be permanent, this is rehabilitation. Once Caroline will be clean from Chucky, she will be free to go for a normal home if she wants to. At least untill Lexy will reach the age to take over. "

You raised an eyebrow, then responded to his question with more questioning.

" Like if she could ever feel comfortable arround anyone else. Tell me this, Andy. Were you ever comfortable in any of those normal foster homes before Kyle had the age to take over?"

You had a point and he hated having to admit it, leading to complete honesty of what what happening inside his mind.

" You may be amazing at this, but I can't be a foster parent! I don't have control over my own damn life! Kids just follow me thinking that I know what i'm doing. "

" Most adults don't know what we are doing, we just pretend we do." You sweetly comforted him out of the self deprecating claim. " It's part of life, but I don't think all these children have been choosing you in vain. There must be something in you that they like: you listen to them, you make them feel understood and safe. "

Andy wasn't convinced of that, despite how flattering it sounded.

" Kyle does that a thowsand times better, so why me? "

" She didn't hear the lies, or saw her best friend in the world betray her. " You theorized out loud. " Your trauma is different and so is your way to connect with children. They relate to you, no matter how hard you try to put distance. "

Your words encouraged him in more than one aspect. Andy felt at the edge of a powerfull realization burried underneath all the layers of insecurity.

" Do you think I could ever be a good dad? "

His shy smile was a ray of hope.

" Of course I do! You would be an excellent one! And I don't say it just because I fall for you a little bit more deep with each of your safe adult stories. " You inmediately encouraged him. " You are a great man who cares so much, when you try your best you give all of you and I love you for that."

Proving your point with actions, you began to roam his face with little kisses.

" I love you, Andy. "

He enjoyed of your affections, but his mind was still focused on the topic.

" … But what if there could be someone else with us, apart from Caroline? Someone smaller and louder. "

" Did you got another Chucky head? " You teased him in return. " We have talked about that. Doll remains are only fine if the parts stay dead. "

He chuckled and pulled you even closer.

" I mean, to bring another Barclay into the world and continue the doll hunter bloodline. I have been thinking I won't live forever, but Chucky may."

Your eyes were open wide with surprise.

" Are you serious?? "

" Yes, I am. Hell, if Chucky dared to have children … Why can't I? " Andy insisted, with confident determination. " I can't do worse than him … Can I? "

You chuckled and kissed him on the lips, clinging to him with radiant happiness.

" There is nothing I would love more than starting a family with you. "

[silvershewolf247]

I'd say that Andy wouldn't kill a brainwashed women, but I watched Cult so I can't put it past him.

So Andy was the one that hit the prison guard with the car, right? I didn’t see Alex in the credits but it would make sense if he and Nica are keeping tabs on the prison because they knew Tiffany would try to escape.

[high-functioning-fang1rl]

Well I’m already exhausted and it’s only Monday, and there are NO WORDS to describe how TERRIFIED I am of what’s to come on Wednesday, so what better thing to distract myself with than some writing? So here’s Part 2 of my AU, where Chucky manipulates Nica into thinking she’s his daughter at the end of Cult!

One Side of the Knife! AU PART TWO!

The sound of a drill and cackling laughter pierced the air eerily as Nica rolled her chair through the empty asylum hallway. Not sure she wanted to know what she’d find, she hesitated before she rounded the corner, stopping at the bizarre scene before her.

The one-armed Good Guy was holding a drill that she noted was shiny with blood, laughing shrilly with the other doll she had followed. Malcolm lay on the ground beside them, blood pouring from the fresh hole through his head, his face frozen and blank with death.

Dizzy and queasy, Nica spotted yet another body, her heart sinking when she recognized that it was Nurse Ashley.

She’d had kids, Nica thought with a pang. Kids who wouldn’t ever know what happened to their mother.

Unable to stop her gasp of horror, the two dolls turned their attention on her.

“I knew you’d make the right choice!” The Chucky she’d followed crowed, his arms spreading robotically in victory.

But she leaned back, recoiling. “What did you do?” She demanded anxiously.

The doll holding the drill shrugged, lowering the weapon to his side. “The guy was certifiable! He killed the nurse pretending to be me and got himself killed for it! He was on borrowed time anyway.”

Nica recalled Malcolm claiming to be “Charles” the last time she’d spoken, but she couldn’t stop the pang of regret coursing through her as she remembered the relief she’d felt meeting him, the feeling that she finally had an ally again when she’d felt so alone and helpless in the cursed walls of Harrogate.

“It couldn’t be helped, kid!” Chucky tried to assure her. “Now we can get out of here no problem!”

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Nica nodded, rolling the chair after him, doing her best to ignore the bodies and how they basically made a trail toward the office she’d been in as she passed. The two dolls split up, Nica immediately following the intact doll down the longer hallway toward what she knew was the exit. She only paused when he did, looking into an empty room.

A young man, his back toward her, stared down at what she guessed could only be the third Good Guy doll Nica had seen in Dr. Foley’s office, though it was so smashed under the person’s boot that she couldn’t be sure.

As if sensing he wasn’t alone, the figure turned, immediately pointing a gun in their direction.

It felt like a jolt of electricity ran through her as she faintly recognized that the man in front of her must be Andy Barclay, all grown up.

For a brief second he seemed just as surprised by Nica’s presence, his lips parting slightly and eyes widening a fraction. Then his eyes went to the doll and without hesitation, his handsome features determined, grim, he trained the gun forward the doll and pulled the trigger, and Nica tensed in her chair as an empty click indicated he was out of bullets.

“Tag you’re it, Pal!” Cackling, Chucky suddenly swung the door shut. “Lock it!” He barked at her as Andy ran to the door.

Only hesitating for a brief moment, Nica obeyed, her wrist flicking out quickly to shut the young man in.

“NO!” Fists pounded on the door, Andy howling and cursing Chucky behind the door.

Against her better judgement, Nica looked at Chucky, hoping to assuage the guilt she felt at leaving the attractive stranger locked in Harrogate. “Why is he here?”

Chucky awkwardly clambered up onto her lap, his eyes big blue and earnest. “The kid’s got issues! He’s stalked me for years- he heard I was coming here to free you and thought you were working with me. He wanted to keep us both locked in here, but the joke is on him! Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

With one last glance to the locked door, still unsure she was doing the right thing, she continued toward the exit obediently.

*****

The cold was the first thing she noticed, and she began shivering immediately as the air hit her.

Snow was falling gently, and despite the circumstances Nica couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it, couldn’t stop herself from taking a deep breath of fresh air, the feeling of freedom making her body sing.

Carefully wheeling around the steps, she made her way toward the gates, where a red car sat waiting for them.

The gorgeous blonde- Tiffany Valentine, she recalled- stood waiting beside the car patiently, her eyes fixed on the doll in Nica’s lap, a smile fixed on her expertly painted red lips.

She addressed Chucky, her voice as distinctive and unforgettable as it had been when she’d met with Nica to tell her about Alice and leave Chucky with her. “Hey, Sweetface. ‘S good to see you.” She said playfully.

Nica was surprised, however, when the doll replied, a fondness she’d never heard before evident in his voice. “You look great, Tiff.”

Tiffany smirked, her big eyes moving up to regard Nica curiously.

Chucky read the question in her eyes and quickly offered “I believe you’ve already met but, Tiff, may I properly introduce Nica Pierce? Nica, meet my wife; Tiffany.”

“Hi.” Nica shifted shyly, uncomfortably, trying for a smile.

It felt like there was fire in her gaze as Tiffany smiled back, offering a pleasant “Hello.” in return, and Nica got the impression Tiffany was not thrilled by her presence.

“Nica here decided she wanted to know more about where she came from, so she’ll be joining us, just like we hoped!” Charles said authoritatively, reaching up for Tiffany.

Seemingly more pleased when holding him in her arms, Tiffany grinned. “Let’s go, SweetFace!” She cooed, bringing him around and placing him in the passenger seat. Then she returned to the driver’s side, opening the door to the backseat and opening her arms. “Nica…” she politely waited for permission before lifting Nica out of the chair, carefully putting her in the backseat and helping her buckle.

Nica noticed the car wasn’t big enough to fit the wheelchair, and she paused, her body going tense.

“I…um, I’ll need my chair…” she told them apologetically, embarrassed, years of conditioning making her cheeks heat red.

But Chucky looked back at her from the front seat as Tiffany slid into the driver’s seat, his voice gravely but unbothered. “Not a problem! We have a chair at home for ya- I told ya, we planned on this! Well, hoped on it, at least!”

Despite herself, something small fluttered inside of her chest; the ease of her disability being accepted foreign to her, a tiny part of her preening, grateful for the kind treatment.

“Thanks.” She said softly.

In the driver’s seat, Tiffany sighed.

“What.” Chucky demanded.

Meeting Nica’s eyes in the rearview mirror, Tiffany said with a pout. “I was just thinking about Alice...”

Nica’s heart constricted, tears immediately burning behind her eyes as she looked away, pain lancing through her heart.

The blonde continued, “And how much I miss her and how sorry I am that she’s gone… but maybe having you here will help us all feel close to her.”

Sniffling, Nica nodded, wiping at her eyes as she attempted to swallow the grief. “Yeah…yeah, maybe it will.”

“Good point, Tiff. Now let’s get the hell out of here!” Chucky waved his arm.

Smiling, Tiffany turned the engine on, and settling back into the seat as the car started, Nica finally saw the blonde, female doll in the seat beside her, jumping in shock when it turned to return her curious look with one of it’s own.

Seeing her surprise and momentary fear, the doll laughed, the shrill sound unmistakably a duplicate of Tiffany’s. From the front of the car, the human Tiffany and Chucky joined in the laughter, as if sharing an inside joke.

In between bouts of uninhibited cackling Chucky apologized for the surprise. “Boy, do we have a lot to catch up on!” He told her as the car pulled away.

Feeling lighter as the car left the facility she’d been contained in for too long, a place of nightmares, Nica began chuckling at herself too, the car growing loud with the sound of their mirth.

She didn't even notice the body left discarded on the pavement, the red blood soaking into the white blanket of snow around it.

*****

Well, we’re on our way now! Thanks for reading!

When it comes to future installments, there are MANY ways this could go, and I’m curious what you all would like to see/read! How dark should Nica go/how deep into Chucky and Tiff’s claws should she get? I’ve got a few ideas for many scenarios, so I’d be happy to hear what you all want to read!

I’m slowly loving this AU more and more so I’d love to hear any input/thoughts you may have! :)

*Hope you all are having a great week already! 🥰*

[silvershewolf247]

Somebody on reddit asked if Andy should see the spirit of Charles. And I'm just like. Should puppies be snuggled? Should ice cream cake be eaten? What kind of questions are we asking here? Yes, emphatically yes.

[saucy-mesothelioma]

October 29th: Meso's Honorable Mentions | Child's Play

Child's Play was released in 1988 and was directed by Tom Holland (no not that Tom Holland). On his sixth birthday, Andy Barclay (played by Alex Vincent) gets the toy he so desperately wanted: a Good Guy Doll. The boy is naturally ecstatic, but his mother Karen (Catherine Hicks) becomes wary when peculiar things begin happening, such as Andy claiming the doll is talking to him and doing things around the house. It isn't until Andy mentions the recently-deceased serial killer Charles Lee Ray (Brad Dourif) that Karen begins to believe that not only is her son telling the truth, but that there is something far darker going on beneath the surface.

While the majority of horror franchises have ignored or retconned various aspects of their past films, the Child's Play series is one of the very few that has maintained a rather consistent storyline throughout all seven of its films and even into its TV series (although fans of the franchise such as myself will tell you that it is definitely not without it's flaws). The movies vary greatly in tone and style, although they stick true to the comedic presence that has been present in the film series since the beginning. The thing that probably endears most to the franchise including myself is the fact that the Child's Play series has always been a sort of family affair, both in a figurative sense and a literal one: the majority of the cast and crew have stuck with the series since the beginning and even Brad Dourif's own daughter Fiona Dourif would go on to star in several of the later films as well as the television show. Child's Play is also considered one of the most queer-friendly franchises in horror as well, primarily due to the fact that the creator of the series Don Mancini himself is gay.

I could not find any platforms where you can watch it for free.

Content Warnings for the Film (may contain spoilers): violence, sexual assault (interrupted), jumpscares

Once again, get ready for some behind the scenes info because this movie is absolutely top-notch when it comes to its practical effects.

Although Don Mancini described Chucky's look in his script that were then made into sketches by producer David Kirschner, we have special effects artist Kevin Yagher (who had previously worked on Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter and several Nightmare on Elm Street movies) to thank for bringing Chucky to life (he also met and married Catherine Hicks [Karen Barclay] while working with this franchise, and they're still together today. I just thought that was sweet). In total there were nine different animatronics used for Chucky, each having their own specific purposes such as walking, gestures, and even flailing around. Usually groups of nine would work on one animatronic with one guy operating the eye movement and eye lids, another doing eyebrows, ect. One of my favorite things about the Chucky animatronics are the fact that as Chucky becomes more and more human, so does the doll he's trapped in. The plastic sheen becomes more fleshy, his eyes more sunken, and it even gain's Ray's receding hairline. When Chucky wasn't an animatronic, he was played by Ed Gale, who wore suit and did a fantastic job attempting to replicate the movements of the animatronics. Also just a fun fact Chris Sarandon, who played Detective Mike Norris in this film, also played Prince Humperdinck in The Princess Bride and voiced Jack fucking Skellington. If you want to see more behind the scenes info, please check out this video on it.

[chaosfindsaway]

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Andy nearly jumped out of the chair he stood in at the sound of Henry's voice. He'd gotten up extra early so he could make breakfast while Henry was still asleep. What gave him away? Probably the fierce smell of burning toast. "Henry! I'm making you breakfast, you wasn't supposed to be up yet...."

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I am begging you please make more head cannons for Andy Barclay and his kid 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Alright ;)

Dad!

Andy barclay x !12!daughter!delilah!reader

Dad and auntie Kyle are talking about some shit whilst I'm just listening to the Hamilton soundtrack through my earphones. I was on Non-stop and they were arguing Non-stop.

"I'm not a bad driver!" My dad says like he isn't, but he is. I'm suprised how he hasn't been arrested for suspection of a DUI yet.

"You are, dad." I say with a small smirk, but I knew I'd get in trouble.

"Thank you!" Aunt Kyle says happily with a smile. In most debates like this, I'd be on her side.

My dad was discombobulated at how I was on my aunt's side and not his.

My dad does have some pros and cons to his driving, but I just think there's more cons then pros.

As they tept talking, I kept thinking about my mother and her death. I saw her die when I was 4 and I can't belive I still remember. Her blood was gushing out of her stomach on the floor and my dad was heartbroken, I think he still is. I have nightmares from when she died. What if it happened to me? I don't think anyone could slaughter someone's daughter, but chucky would.

On the left backseat next to me was my pink bunny from when I was younger. My godmother from my mother's side got it for me when I was 2 years old and it's the only thing that's keeping me going.

We have boxes of my mom's stuff, but they're just at home. My favourite is her wedding dress when she had to marry my dad when she was 23 and he was 25. It was- wait, it is beautiful.

After a while, we got to a gestation and me and my dad just got out and leaned by the car whilst my aunt Kyle went into the convenice store.

My dad pulls my earphones out and smirks whilst I looked up at him surprisingly.

"Daaad! I was listening to Hamilton!" I say with a sad voice.

"Oh god, not that play where people from the 1800s rap! What is it with that musical anyways?" He asks with a irrated voice and smirk.

"It's a good musical!" I say innocently like I'm backing up thr musical more then my father.

"Maybe I'll have to see." He says with a sly smirk and then ruffles my hair up but I had the perfect French braid.

"Daaad! I spent 2 hours on this in the car!" I say with a sad and innocent but cute voice.

He chuckles softly and smirks and says "Just hold on a sec." And then grabs a hairbrush from the glove compartment of the car and then pulls the hair tie out of my braid and then he makes me hug him and he starts to brush it and braid it. It always felt nice when he did it for me.

I stayed still and quiet and just kept on hugging him as he braided my hair, thinking he'd take a while, but he actually did it under 4 minutes.

"Done." He said with a proud smile.

"Already!?" I ask as I look up at him whilst still hugging him.

"Yeah, kid. Think I forgot how to braid my daughter's hair?" He asked and chuckled softly.

"But I didn't know it'd be this quick! You took like 2 hours before each school day!" I ask as my suprisement turns into a smile.

"I only did that so I could spend more time with my angel." He then lifts me up and spins me around like when I was 6.

"Dad, stop!" I say whilst giggling softly and smiling as I kick around for him to stop.

"Alright, alright." He then drops me down and my aunt Kyle comes back out from the convenice store and walks over to us.

"What were you both doing?" She asks curiously, as my dad was still hugging me but I was being held up on my thighs.

"Just messing around. What's it to you?" my dad asks my aunt with a small smirk and then he kisses my check and drops me down.

"Well, here." She passes my dad black leather gloves and passes me the same.

My dad and I put on our gloves but he whispers to me "just get in the passenger seat." And I was confused.

I just nodded and got in the passenger seat and he got in the driver seat. After we both closed the doors, he leaned over and fully locked mine.

"Dad, what's going on-"

"Just trust me, baby." Hr said reassuringly.

My aunt then came over and knocked on the window after she tried opening the door and said irratatedly "haha, andy. Open the fucking door." But he wouldn't budge.

"Delilah, open the door." She said but I looked over at andy and he shook his head, so I shook my head at her but with eyes that said "I'm sorry".

As she tried getting in, my dad decided to just drive off and I felt bad but listened to the music on my earphones to drain the feelings out.