#Chucky season 2 rewrite fic

[barclaysangel]

The Birth of Jun (transfem Juniper Wheeler AU)

I literally wrote this within about 5 hours, which is crazy. I lost sleep just to finish this to make sure it’ll be posted by morning. I’m still nervous to post it since this is my first time writing for this AU and I just hope y’all like it. If you guys do, then MAYBE I’ll write a second part where Jun gets the name Juniper. Maybe.

Anyway, this is setting in the Final Family/Chucky season 2 rewrite AU where Jun survives and lives with Andy in the middle of the woods, torturing and killing Chuckys together. Because canon does not exist to me, obviously. I’ve written drabbles/oneshots about this AU before and this is just another one but with transfem Juniper.

If you guys really do like this, pls leave comments, it insanely fuels my motivation! I thrive off it and I’ll also appreciate some feedback since this is my first time writing a trans character.

Thank you and enjoy :)

Tags: @the-carlos-cow-eyes @erasedmystic111 @streets-in-paradise

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Internalized transphobia, mentions of suicidal ideation, cursing

There was something wrong with Junior. 

That much she had always known, ever since she could remember. She wanted to be a princess, not a prince. A mermaid, not a merman. She wanted to be something that she could never be. 

But Junior hid it for so long, and she hid it well. She buried that part of herself so deep down that no one would ever suspect it growing up. She became the perfect “masculine, traditional son” that her father wanted. She destroyed every single part of herself and burnt it all to the ground just to please him. 

And even though she killed her own father, she still would have done it all over again. 

Gods, she was pathetic. Pathetic and stupid and dirty and broken. 

Despite Junior’s efforts to hide her dirty little secret from the world, she still had moments where it would bubble and come up again. The dysphoria with her short hair, flat chest, and other features that just didn’t feel right. It would be bad enough at times where she wanted to curl into a ball and cry all the fucking time. 

But she would have no choice but to pull herself together and keep up the act, just like she always did. 

However, this moment wasn’t like the other moments with her father. It wasn’t him she had to worry about, but Andy. 

Andy wasn’t like her father at all. He was patient, understanding, and kind. Her father would be ashamed if Junior ever cried in front of him and tell him to “Stop being a pussy and pull yourself together, you’re a man!”, but Andy would hold her in his arms and comfort her. He had been there through every mental breakdown, depressive episodes, nightmares, moments of self-destructive tendencies, all of it. 

Andy stayed right by her side and never budged despite how much Junior tried to push him away. She pushed and pushed and pushed but he never stayed away through it all. 

Junior wasn’t used to that. When she pushed people away and burned bridges to the ground, it stayed that way. Just look at her relationship with Jake. But Andy refused to be pushed away and has made it very clear to her that he wasn’t planning to go anywhere. 

Yet that still didn’t reassure her for some reason. It still filled her with so much fear if Andy ever looked too hard and realized just how broken and defective she really was. 

So once again, Junior hid it. She hid her secret under lock and key and made sure to keep her masculine act on display. 

But then the dysphoric moment hit hard, harder than before, and she wanted to die. 

Junior didn’t want to leave her cot. Her appetite was long gone. She just tried to bury herself deep into her blankets and hoped that one of the Chuckys she and Andy had been torturing could escape and stab her to death, finally finishing his job that he failed to do months ago. 

Andy had been no stranger to her being depressed. They had been staying at that small cabin for almost 5 months, it was now the beginning of April. Sometimes he would give Junior some space if she truly needed it but most of the time, he would be there to offer her food and water and just an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on. He hardly left her alone when she got like this. 

She didn’t blame him. Andy was probably worried that she would take one of his guns and end it all. 

Not like that idea wasn’t tempting. 

But right now, Junior wanted to be alone. She wanted to forget that the weather was getting warmer, which would make her have to ditch the hoodies and reveal the parts of herself that she hated. She just couldn’t bear to go through this, she would much rather hide away for hours or even days. Just as long as she would feel just slightly normal again. 

However, she never really was that lucky. 

“Junior?” She heard after the three light knocks, shuddering deeply and tearing up from the sound of her own name, like something about it was just wrong. “Can I come in?”

Curse Andy for respecting her privacy and boundaries. Logan would just barge in without a warning. Despite everything she was feeling, she still managed a small “Uh huh…” to placate him since she knew he would just be more worried if she refused. 

Andy opened the door slowly and she could smell why. Even without moving from her position under the blankets, she could smell the food that Andy was bringing in. When he stood beside her cot, Junior lowered the blankets enough to see the plate of scrambled eggs and toast in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Normally that would make her mouth water but this time, it made her stomach churn. 

“I know you may not feel like eating right now, but I can’t let you go the whole day without something in your system. Can you try to eat something please?” Andy spoke gently to her, placing the plate and the mug on the floor beside the cot. 

Junior merely shook her head slightly. “I’ll eat later. ‘M not hungry.” She mumbled before putting the pillow from under her head now on top of her face. 

Andy sighed quietly but instead of leaving, he sat down on the edge of the cot. “Kid, I can’t let you starve. I’m not asking you to finish off the plate, but just have a few bites with your coffee. Please?” 

She didn’t say anything this time, her silence was enough of an answer. 

“Junior, c’mon,” She shivered and squeezed her eyes shut when Andy said her name again, “I know you’re not in the mood but you’re gonna just make yourself feel worse. Remember what happened a few weeks ago?” 

She wished she couldn’t. Going nearly the entire day without eating only to almost binge afterwards, resulting in her throwing her guts up. But Andy was with her the whole time, rubbing her back and keeping an arm around her so she would stay supported rather than to fall face first into her own vomit from exhaustion along with cleaning her up afterwards once she was finished hurling and crying. 

No matter what, Andy stayed with her through everything. 

Imagine if he found out you thought you were a girl, Junior thought bitterly to herself, He’d despise you and leave you then without a doubt. 

She stiffened briefly when she felt a hand on her ankle from over the blankets before recognizing Andy’s touch, relaxing just slightly. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

Junior quickly shook her head from under the pillow. She couldn’t, she absolutely couldn’t. For the first time, she didn’t want to ruin something good. She already felt like she was one wrong move from spilling it all. 

She just needed to keep her mouth shut and hold it all in. She could do it, she’s been doing it her entire life. She can keep going. 

Andy gave her a gentle and reassuring squeeze to her ankle. “Okay. I just want you to know that I’m here if you do want to talk. I don’t need to talk, I can just listen to as much as you need me to. Alright, Junior?” 

Junior winced and wasn’t able to swallow down the whimper this time, which immediately got Andy’s attention. 

“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?” She couldn’t see his face but she knew that he would be wearing that concerned frown, the one where he genuinely acted worried for her. 

Junior shook her head again, keeping her eyes closed because she knew she would break down and cry. Andy needed to leave now before she would completely lose her mind. 

The hand on her ankle moved to her back, rubbing small circles there to comfort her. “Junior?” 

“Stop…” 

Andy paused from his motions. “What?” 

“Stop…calling me that!” Junior didn’t know why but it was like something shattered inside of her, like the dam in her finally broke. 

She ripped the pillow off of her head and bolted upright, the suddenness making Andy back up slightly. “I have tried so fucking hard to be Junior! To be the perfect son Junior. The cross-country star Junior. The strong and masculine Junior. I have ripped myself to shreds and molded myself to be what everyone else wanted me to be! But for what? It’s not fucking worth it because I’m not! I’m not Junior! I’m not a boy! I’ve tried so fucking hard but I’m not, I just keep trying and trying but nothing fucking works anymore! I’m so sorry but that isn’t me, this fucking isn’t me! I’m too broken and fucked up to be Junior and to be a fucking boy!” 

Junior didn’t realize she was screaming until she finally stopped, her voice hoarse. And no one said a word. Andy stared at her with wide eyes and an unreadable expression as reality slowly settled in. 

Oh fuck…what did I just do?

She started shaking, her breathing picked up and she hid her face in her hands, sobbing. “I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean it, I was l-lying, I-I-I…” for some reason, now she couldn’t even get the words out after everything from how hard she was hyperventilating. 

Congratulations, you fucking idiot. You really did it now. You ruined it. Now Andy will think you’re disgusting. He’ll hate you. He’ll throw you out and finally leave you alone, just like you deserve, you pathetic piece of sh–

Andy’s hands went around Junior’s body, pulling her closer to him carefully until her cheek was pressed to the crook of his neck, one hand now rubbing her back up and down soothingly. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, breathe. Take some deep breaths, kiddo. Just follow my breathing, okay? Breathe…” 

She was shaking through her sobs, her hands clinging onto Andy’s shirt tightly in her fists. His other hand went up to cradle the back of her head so softly as if she was something gentle and precious to him. Junior could hardly breathe but Andy kept guiding her, speaking to her kindly until she was able to finally pull in deep breaths with his help. 

They barely spoke, with Junior crying and Andy whispering reassurances to her. When she started to calm down, she didn’t move, she felt too mortified. It felt like one wrong move, and Andy would finally turn her away. 

“Kiddo?” He finally spoke, “Do you remember what I’ve always told you? About what I want for you?” 

Junior sniffled, still crying but not nearly as badly while holding onto Andy’s shirt still for dear life. “For…for me t-to be a kid…” 

“Yeah, that too. But what else?” 

She thought about it longer this time, hesitating. “…that you-you want me to be h-happy…” 

Andy moved away just slightly, making her whimper again but instead he adjusted himself to fully face Junior and hold her face in his hands. “Exactly. I care about you, kid. I’ve had since the moment you basically passed out on my doorstep. All I want is for you to be happy. And if being a boy doesn’t make you happy…then stop trying. Stop putting yourself through that pain, okay? Just…just be yourself.” 

He was looking at her so seriously yet so gently, as if all that mattered in that moment was her. Unshed tears began building up again in her eyes and Andy continued speaking. “I mean it. I will never judge you for who you are. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere just because you aren’t a boy. I swear on the River Styx.” 

That oath meant more to Junior than any other sort of promise. It was an oath from Percy Jackson, and really any kind of Greek mythology. They both knew how serious that oath was. And for that reason, it was what gave her the push that she needed to finally come out. 

“Andy…I…I’m a girl…” her voice was tiny but it was still enough for Andy to hear, starting to cry again but he pulled her back into a hug. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you…” He reassured her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “I’m so fucking proud of you, kiddo. I promise I am. I know this wasn’t easy for you, I can’t even begin to imagine how long you’ve felt like this but never said anything. So thank you for telling me. I’m proud of you.” 

Junior cried a little harder at that, still not entirely used to having someone tell her that they were proud of her. But this time, the tears were more of relief and she just completely leaned against him. 

Never in her life did she ever think she’d actually come out and tell someone this secret. She just thought she had to fight the feeling down further and further until it disappeared or it just ended up killing her. 

But no. She lost it and everything spilled out. But…it didn’t end up badly like she thought it would. 

Andy accepted her. He accepted her without another thought. Strong and tough and badass Andy accepted her and told her that he was proud of her for coming out. 

This felt almost like a dream, something too good to be true for Junior. 

“So…I suppose you don’t want to be called by that name anymore, right?” Andy asked and she nodded in response, gripping onto his shirt again. “Okay. Is there…another name I can call you? It doesn’t need to be your permanent name, it could be like a…placeholder. Just something temporary until you can figure out a name that makes you feel like you.” 

She didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking long and hard before settling on something simple. “Maybe just…Jun. For now. Jun. Without an E at the end.” 

Andy nodded and lightly leaned his cheek to her head. “Jun without an E at the end, got it.” 

Jun could practically hear the smile on Andy’s face and lazily hit his side with the back of her hand. “You’re a dork…” 

“Yeah, yeah I am. But so are you, so…” Andy poked Jun’s side, making her giggle before she yawned, her dysphoric episode and breakdown now tuckering her out. 

“You tired, kiddo?” He asked and she yawned again while nodding, not moving from her position. 

“Can I just…stay here? For a bit? Please?” Jun asked quietly and almost immediately, his hand went up to her hair and stroked her hair softly, causing her to close her eyes. 

“Sure you can. And I’ll stay right here with you too. But as soon as you wake up and get hydrated, you need to eat, okay?” Andy told her, accepting his fate to have Jun fall asleep on his shoulder. 

She nodded, yawning once more as a sense of pure peace and bliss filled her. She knew she was safe now. Nothing would happen to her. 

“Thank you Andy…” Jun murmured under her breath. 

Just before she could drift off, she felt Andy kiss her forehead, one hand playing with her hair and the other being secured around her body. “Anytime. Goodnight, Jun.” 

[barclaysangel]

I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THIS!

It was so fun to write and it just had me beaming the entire time imagining this happening as if it happened in the show.

Andy may hate birthdays but he’ll gladly celebrate Junior’s the most he can while living in the middle of nowhere away from society.

Junbug is a nickname I’ve been obsessed with and in this AU, Andy definitely came up with it for Junior. He pretends to hate it but Junior secretly loves it.

They’re truly just a happy and fucked up little family that likes torturing and killing Chucky dolls together ❤️

And adding onto what you said in the tags, Junior is so much happier being a hermit in the woods rather than living in his wealthy mansion of a house. That was never his home. But a small rundown cabin in the woods with a strange man that treats him so much better than his father ever did? That’s his home.

Andy celebrating Junior's birthday while living in the middle of the woods

The sun had been up for a while now, maybe an hour. Andy was never sure about times anymore. All he knew was that he had a red velvet  cupcake in hand, with a candle sticking out from the top, and a gift in the pocket of his flannel. 

All that mattered was that today was September 26th.

Junior’s fifteenth birthday. 

Now, Andy knew he couldn’t do much to celebrate his kid’s birthday. They were living in the middle of the woods and he only went on supply runs once a week. No matter how hard he tried to persuade Junior to go back to “civilization”, he refused. So they both stayed still, feeling content in only each other’s company. 

But just because he couldn’t go all out for Junior’s birthday, doesn’t mean he still wasn’t going to make it special for him. 

Andy quietly went up to Junior’s room, gently knocking on the door with his free hand. “Jun? You awake?” He asked and the only response he got was a groan, signaling that Andy was the one to wake him up. But he still opened the door, entering with a big smile. 

“Happy birthday to you…” He began singing, resulting in Junior groaning louder. 

“Oh my gods…” 

“Happy birthday to you…” Junior put his pillow over his head but when Andy got closer, he snatched the pillow away and tossed it to the side, “Happy birthday, dear Junbug…” 

“That’s not my nam—”

“Happy birthday to you!” Andy sang the last part a little louder and sat down at the edge of Junior’s cot, pulling his lighter out of one of his pockets and lighting the candle on top of the cupcake. 

Junior stared up at him, his hair a wild mess from sleep and eyes tired but an eyebrow raised in annoyance. “It’s so early, Andy, what the hell…?” 

“It’s your birthday, Junior. You can wake up early on one day, you sleep in all the time.” 

“Yeah, it’s my birthday, I’m not supposed to wake up early on my birthday. And you wake me up early too when we go hunt.” The birthday boy whined, dropping his head back down to where his pillow used to be. 

“You enjoy hunting, so don’t give me that.” Andy chuckled before gently shaking Junior’s shoulders. “C’mon, Junbug. You gotta make a wish.” 

Junior’s eyebrow raised higher. “I’m fourteen, Andy, not four. I don’t need to make a wish.” 

“Fifteen,” The man corrected, “you’re fifteen today, Junior.” 

“Whatever…” Junior rolled his eyes before rolling over onto his back and slowly sitting up, “I’m still one year closer to reaching Death’s inevitable cold, clammy hands.”

“Jesus, kid…” Andy wanted to retort that he wasn’t this morbid at fifteen but even he knew that was a lie, “just…just blow out the candle. Come on, do this for your old man.” 

This got a giggle out of Junior for Andy “accepting” that he was old, closing his eyes for a few seconds and then blowing out the candle. 

Andy pulled out the candle and then handed the cupcake to the kid. “Here, breakfast.”

Junior’s eyes widened. “Sugar for breakfast?” His voice was small when he asked this and it made the grown man’s heart clench. 

Now, Andy didn’t condone murder…but if Logan Wheeler ever came back to life, he would treat him the same way he treated that decapitated Chucky head that he kept for four years, but keep Logan alive even longer. 

“Yes, kid. It’s your birthday, you can have a cupcake for breakfast. I’ll even make you pancakes too if you’re still hungry.” Andy said with a soft smile, pushing down his poisonous thoughts about Logan, and ruffles Junior’s hair. 

The teenager rolled his eyes again and lightheartedly smacked Andy’s hand away before taking the cupcake from him and taking a bite, humming in delight. “Thank you, Andy.” He said with a small smile, now not seeming to mind being woken up this early. 

“Well, don’t thank me just yet…” Andy started before pulling out Junior’s present from his pocket and handing it to him. 

Junior’s eyes lit up from realization and he quickly grabbed it while holding onto the cupcake with his other hand. “Is this…?” 

“Your very own switchblade!” Andy proudly announced and Junior began grinning. “You always talked about how cool switchblades were so I figured that’d be a nice gift. But I still want you to be careful with it, okay?” 

“Yeah, I will.” Junior giggled as he switched it open, his eyes lighting up more at the sight of the blade to the point where it was almost concerning to Andy. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” 

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He ruffled Junior’s hair again but this time, the teenager let him. “Oh! I almost forgot…there’s still two Chuckys alive for you to play with.” 

“Can I use the blowtorch?” Junior asked, a maniacal look in his eyes. 

Maybe Andy shouldn’t have introduced the concept of fire being a main torture method for Chucky, the kid was getting far too fascinated with fire. 

He accidentally created a pyromaniac. 

“…okay, but you need to be—”

“—be careful, I know,” Junior interrupted with a little smirk, “Gods, you’re such a mother hen!” 

“I am not!” Andy denied but even he knew that it was getting a lot harder to deny that, so he decided to change the subject. “Just finish up the first part of your breakfast and we can keep celebrating, alright?” 

Junior giggled but nodded, taking another bite out of his cupcake and then resting his cheek against the man’s shoulder. “Thanks, Andy…” 

Andy smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of Junior’s head. “No problem…happy birthday, Junbug.” 

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY SWEET 💕💕💕💕

This becomes even more significant considering Andy hates birthdays. Like, he may hate his but he tried his best to give the boy a good one.

I love how cute the use of the nickname Junbug sounds, its adorable. The father and son energy this has despite neither of the characters acknowledges it's perfect.

They are so fucked up yet so adorable, little murderous thing and the dad he found in the wild having fun slaughtering all those dolls hehe

[barclaysangel]

Ok so I’m writing a oneshot where transfem Junior comes out to Andy in the Final Family/Season 2 Rewrite AU

I’m already at 1.6K words and have been working on it for about 4 hours. I’m gonna do my best to finish it tonight so I can post it tomorrow morning. I’m nervous but also excited but mostly nervous since this is my first time writing a trans character but I do love this AU.

I have shared this oneshot idea before with @streets-in-paradise and @the-carlos-cow-eyes but now I’m actually fully writing it out.

Sooooo…would anyone like to be tagged in it? Feel free to comment now and I’ll make sure to tag you :)

[barclaysangel]

The Wheelers' Reunion (Chucky season 2 rewrite fic, drabble 4/4)

Here is the fourth drabble! This is one of my favorites because I've kept it a big secret how Jake and Junior's reunion would go down. I'd prefer it if you read them in the order they are posted. PLEASE leave notes and comment what you think because comments help fuel our motivation since @streets-in-paradise and I worked on this AU together and one day, the fic will finally be written!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 1.7K

Junior adjusted the tie around his neck for the tenth time, wanting desperately to rip that shit off. He always hated how it felt, like it was choking him. The last time he had worn a tie was at his mother’s— 

No. Don’t think about that. Stay focused, you idiot. He told himself while taking a deep breath and regained his composure, letting go of his tie and kept walking forward. 

Junior’s eyes kept wandering, trying to catch a glimpse of a three foot ginger doll. He was armed to the teeth, a gun in the hidden pocket of his blazer along with a dagger and a butcher knife, but he needed to be aware of everything. He wouldn’t be caught off guard, even though he wasn’t alone in the hallway. 

He made a mental note of everything and everyone surrounding home to the point where it was tedious. Nun, student, portrait, another student, another nun, Jake, another portrait, yet another nun—

Wait a minute…

He quickly looked back over and his eyes met Jake’s eyes across the hallway. Junior halted in his steps, neither of them moving and they both just stared. 

Jake looked taller, maybe by an inch or two. His curls were shorter too, he must’ve cut his hair over the last year. Speaking of cuts, there were a few on his face, possibly from the fucker that ruined their lives. But all in all, he still looked like his cousin that he grew up with. 

Well, until Junior burned that bridge when they were kids. But he still saw him nearly everyday after that. They were always in each other’s lives, whether they liked it or not. 

God, there were so many things he wanted to say, wanted to apologize for, but he didn’t have the time for that. 

A part of Junior wondered if Jake even recognized him. It had been almost a year and he was now sporting a more ‘wilderness-like’ hairstyle that Lexy called it, but judging from how his cousin’s eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets and how pale he turned, he figured that Jake still recognized his asshole cousin. 

Finally, after a full thirty seconds of staring, Junior nudged his head to the side slightly to gesture for Jake to follow him and then entered into the room beside him. It was a library, filled with books but he assumed that most of them were bibles. 

Fun. 

He didn’t turn around to see if his cousin was behind him but after a few moments, he recognized his footsteps and turned to fully face him. 

“Hi Jake.” Junior said, trying to sound as casual as he could to not concern Jake. 

That didn’t work, because Jake looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “This-this isn’t real, this isn’t fucking real…” 

Oh boy…this might be more difficult than he thought. 

“This is very real, Jake, just take a breather and calm down…” 

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!” Jake snapped, taking a step away from him and then a step forward. “Who the fuck are you, huh? Is that you, Chucky? Possessing my dead cousin?!” 

“Wait, can Chucky possess a corpse?” Junior mused out loud before quickly shaking his head. “No, not the time—listen, Jake, I’m not Chucky. I’m me. This is me. I’m not dead, possessed, or a ghost. I’m real. I’m Junior.” 

Jake still didn’t look like he believed, and instead looked like he was five seconds away from throwing a bible at him. “Oh my god, first a priest that looks like my father and uncle, now a someone that looks like my cousin and pretending to be him…” 

“Oh yeah, I heard about that and fuck, I really do not want to meet him.” Junior once again spoke aloud at the mention of the priest that looked like their fathers, sending a shiver down his spine. But seeing that this wasn’t calming down Jake in the slightest, he had to quickly start thinking before an idea came to him. 

“When we were kids, we used to steal food from my kitchen!” Junior blurted out quickly. “You-you used to be the lookout because you sucked at being stealthy,” he chuckled fondly at the memory he hadn’t thought of in so long, “and I would shove as much food as I could under my shirt and we would both run. Run all the way back to my room. Our moms always knew what we did but they never did anything to stop us. They just let us pretend we were ninjas.” 

As he spoke, he could see Jake slowly becoming aware, recognition and then melancholy shining in his eyes. 

“I…I never told anyone about what we used to do,” Junior began speaking slowly, “not even Devon. No one on this earth would know about our ‘missions’. No one. And especially not Chucky.” He met his cousin’s eyes again, even taking a step forward. “I’m alive, Jake.” 

Jake blinked a few times as it slowly began to dawn on him that he was telling the truth. “Oh my god…” 

“Yeah, oh my god…” 

“Oh. My. God.” 

“Okay, we need to figure out how to get you the hell out of here, we don’t have time for this.” Junior spoke, about to turn away to leave the library but his cousin’s intense stare made him stay. 

“This whole time…you’ve been alive?” He spoke slowly, his voice barely staying even through contained rage. “This…whole…time?” 

Junior paused briefly. “Look, Jake, I know you have a lot of questions right now and I promise I’ll answer them, but we really need—!” 

“You’ve been alive for a year and you never told anyone?” Jake practically snarled out his next sentence. 

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before smiling sheepishly. “…yes?” He said as cautiously as he could. 

For a long moment, no one said or did anything. His cousin just continued to stare daggers deep into his soul, making him shift uncomfortably from one foot onto the other. 

Suddenly, before he could blink, Jake’s fist connected with Junior’s nose. 

“OH FUCK!” He yelled out loud and stumbled backward, nearly hitting a bookshelf with both of his hands clasped over his nose. Junior could feel warm blood starting to leak out of his nostrils and his eyes watering from the impact. 

“You son of a bi—!” Junior started angrily before pausing so he didn’t murder his cousin and taking a deep breath, “…okay, I had that coming. I deserved that. I won’t punch you back because I did punch you first at my mom’s wake a year ago. So…are we even now?” 

Jake was still glaring at him but the glare had softened by now, one hand clutching onto his fist before he finally nodded. “Yeah…yeah, we’re even.” 

“Good.” He nodded then groaned, tilting his head upward to try and stop the bleeding. 

“No, don’t do that, you’re supposed to tilt your head forward, not back.”

“Well, thank you for your wonderful advice, Muhammad Ali!” Junior sneered as sarcastically as he could but listened to his cousin, moving his head forward and watched a couple drops of blood stain his white shirt. 

He could feel Jake staring at him. “Even after a year, you’re still being an asshole?” He asked almost rhetorically. 

“You punched me in the face, you’re not going to see my nice side right now!” Junior snapped back, looking up to narrow his eyes at Jake. “If you broke my nose, I’ll break your leg, fucker!” 

“I didn’t break your nose.” Jake said with a straight face, seemingly unfazed by his cousin’s threat. “Pinch your nostrils shut for a few minutes, that should stop the bleeding.” 

He was still scowling but once again listened to Jake, using two fingers to pinch his nostrils shut and huffed under his breath. 

Neither of the cousins said anything for a solid minute, just staring intensely at one another until Jake broke the silence. “I’m sorry for punching you,” he apologized, “but you have to understand that I thought everyone in my family was dead for a year. Even after everything between us, I still didn’t want you to be dead. But then I find out you’ve been alive this whole time and never told us. So you can’t blame me for getting upset.” 

“I can understand that, but you also have to understand why I didn’t let any of you guys know I was alive,” Junior started, his voice almost nasally from pinching his nostrils shut, “I did…horrible things. To everyone. Especially you. So I just…I convinced myself that you all were better off believing that I was six feet under and would live the rest of your lives in peace.” 

“You thought it was better to believe you were dead?!” Jake exclaimed and moved his arm back, making Junior immediately take several steps back and hold a hand out. 

“No no no no no no no! Don’t you dare hit me again! If you hit me again, our truce is off and we can have a full blown brawl right here in a fucking library!” He shouted, glaring at Jake until the latter finally put his arm back down. 

Junior sighed and ran a hand through his long hair, his other hand still on his nose. “My god. Look, I get you guys having very strong and aggressive reactions to me being alive, but at least Lexy and Devon didn’t physically assault me!” 

“Wait, Lexy and Devon? You’ve seen them?” Jake asked in surprise. 

“Yeah, how do you think we got here? Did you really think we decided to come to a catholic boarding school for fun?” Junior asked in sarcasm. 

“We?” 

“Me and Andy.” 

“Andy Barclay?! He’s alive too?!” Jake almost shouted, looking even more shocked than before. 

“Is there another Andy you know that would want to help kill a redhead doll?” He questioned with a slight attitude, which earned a glare from his cousin and sighed. “Look, I know I have so much I need to explain and apologize for. I swear I will do it, but right now, we need to make a plan to kill Chucky and get you out of here. I know I’m asking you for a lot…but can you trust me? Just this once?” 

Jake didn’t say anything, staring at his cousin to see if he was genuine before finally nodding. “Okay. I trust you.” 

Junior smiled slightly in relief. “Good, let’s go.”

[barclaysangel]

Literally, they pulled a Junior on Caroline and I hate it. I still can't believe that they didn't bring back Junior, especially since I still find it weird that Teo hasn't confirmed whether his character is alive or dead. It's like they're gonna bring him back but they didn't. And everything you did makes so much sense. I personally feel like Junior only has guilt about killing his father because it helped with Chucky's plans. And maybe because despite the abuse, he still loved his father and would've broken his back if it meant pleasing him. But I wanted him to experience all of that because it felt like his story just isn't over.

I love that idea you have though, I seriously would love if you ended up writing it. Junior befriending Glen and Glenda is something I'm planning for a season 2 rewrite fic and I just think it'd be so neat. I can see Junior discovering himself through them (especially cause I headcanon Junior as biromantic asexual and using he/they pronouns but he's in deep the closet and in denial about both of those). But Junior starting to slowly remember everything and the twins telling him about what really happened to his mother would be amazing. It would also cause him to snap and allow his homicidal side to come out, vowing to kill Chucky slowly and painfully.

How Junior Wheeler reveals he’s been alive this whole time:

Jake, Lexy, and Devon at the grave when they suddenly hear someone behind them, drinking something. They turn around to see Junior, looking happier and healthier than ever, slurping on a Cherry Slurpee while watching the three of them sob over an empty slab of stone.

Junior:” ‘Sup?”

[barclaysangel]

Jake in Mourning (Chucky season 2 rewrite fic, drabble 1/4)

Ok, I got too hyped to post these drabbles that have been hidden for various months, starting way back to September! I will be posting all 4 drabbles this weekend, one right now, one in a few hours, one on Saturday and the final on Sunday. I'd also prefer it if you read them in this order. PLEASE leave notes and comment what you think because comments help fuel our motivation since @streets-in-paradise and I worked on this AU together and one day, the fic will finally be written!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 1.9K

It didn’t feel normal to walk into the house. 

It was cold and empty. Well, it always felt cold and empty in that house, despite the people that lived there. But now with Jake’s aunt, uncle, and cousin gone, the chills and emptiness were enough to freeze him alive and swallow him whole. 

Lexy and Devon already went to Junior’s house the day before, going into his room and taking some things to remember him by. Devon wanted Jake to come with them, but he couldn’t. It was something that he felt that he had to do on his own, without the comfort of the people who knew and cared about him. 

So for the first time since he tried to run away a few days ago, Jake went back to the house. The walk up the stairs, toward Junior’s room, felt like he was walking into the lion’s den. He never would’ve gone to his cousin’s room, not even if you paid him. But his cousin is gone now. His asshole cousin, who always looked like he was in pain if you stared at him hard enough, was dead. 

There was no one stopping him from going inside now. 

Jake turned the knob on the door and opened it. For the first time in about five years, he saw Junior’s room. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Maybe posters, books, LED lights, something that would bring more life to the room. But there was nothing. Only boring gray walls that resembled a prison cell and trophies and medals on display from his cross-country tournaments. 

For a brief moment, Jake wondered if the room was that empty because of all the things Lexy and Devon took. But he talked with them earlier, they only took some of Junior’s favorite books and clothes. This…this was just how Junior’s room used to look like. Vacant and devoid of all life and happiness, a complete contrast to his own room. 

Somehow, that thought seemed to make his heart clench. 

Jake looked at the trophies and gold medals, noticing how they were untouched. No one wanted to take those home, he supposed. He didn’t want to either. He’d be lying if he said that he never noticed how Junior never looked happy to talk about the sport that his father threw him into years ago. 

Even as he looked closer, he noticed the dust that gathered on those trophies. Junior never bothered to touch them after placing them there on that shelf. 

Did his cousin even want to win? Or did he do it just to please his father? 

Something began prickling the back of Jake’s eyes the more he thought about it, so he forced himself to look away and go over to Junior’s dresser. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. Maybe some shirts, something that belonged to Junior. He was sure that the hoodies were all taken by Lexy, so he would take what he could get. 

Jake opened one drawer, spotting a few shirts that he never saw Junior wear, probably because they were hidden under all the hoodies he would wear constantly. Some were Marvel t-shirts but others had designs of skulls or full moons on them. It was a style he never expected his cousin to ever wear, let alone like, so he grabbed them and put them into the bag he brought with him. 

But when he reached further back into the drawer, his fingers met something soft. He paused before gripping onto it and slowly pulling it out, his eyes widening slightly. 

It was a light brown teddy bear with a red ribbon around its neck, tied in a bow. Jake felt like he got slapped in the face with nostalgia, remembering how attached Junior was to the stuffed animal—Theo. His cousin got him when he was four and he’d be damned if he let anyone else play with it, even Jake wasn’t allowed to touch it. 

Except, the one time his cousin did let him hold it. 

“If I show you something, do you promise not to tell anyone?” When the cousins were both eight years old, that was a question that Junior asked him. 

They were in Junior’s bedroom, the room looking so much different compared to now. There was a sense of vibrancy and light, something that was completely lacking now. 

Jake was sitting on his cousin’s bed, desperately trying not to cry. He had just lost his mother in a car accident a few weeks ago and was still spiraling. Every day, he cried. He cried himself to sleep and then cried in the morning when he woke up, knowing that he’d have to go another day without seeing his mom for the rest of his life. 

Junior was in front of Jake, standing almost awkwardly after he asked his question. He fidgeted with the sleeves of his sweater, a nervous habit of his that he developed not long ago. After a few moments, Jake nodded and swallowed down the urge to cry. “O-okay…” 

His cousin’s eyes hardened for a moment. “Do you promise?” 

“Yes,” Jake said quickly and nodded again, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear on Styx.” 

Junior had started reading the Percy Jackson books over a year ago and became addicted so quickly. He convinced Jake to read it, and it was safe to assume that they were both big fans now. And whenever they made a promise, they always swore on the River Styx, just like the demigods did. 

Well, maybe just Styx. Jake accidentally said ‘Styx’ instead of ‘The River Styx’ one time, and Junior thought it was hilarious and refused to let it go. Eventually, the phrase stuck. 

Junior stared at him for a moment before spinning on his heel and opening his drawer. He rummaged around before pulling out Theo the Teddy Bear, presenting it to his cousin. 

Jake gasped quietly. “Theo!” He exclaimed before quieting down when Junior shushed him. “But…I thought you said that Uncle Logan made you throw him away?” 

He remembered how Junior sadly told him that his father decided that he was too old to have stuffed animals just a few months ago. He had to throw them all in the garbage. Junior had a few, but Theo was his favorite, and he really didn’t want to throw him away too. 

“He did…” Junior admitted, “but when he left for work, I dug him back out of the trash. I couldn’t let him go like that, not yet. So I kept Theo, hidden in a place where my daddy won’t find him.” 

He held the teddy bear for a few more seconds, almost hugging Theo before holding it out to his cousin. “Here. He’ll help you feel better.” 

Jake tilted his head slightly in confusion. “Are-are you giving him to me?” 

“No.” Junior was quick to respond, his eyebrows scrunching together in one of his infamous scowls-a look he would be used to seeing for years to come. “But you can hold him. Just for today. I always feel better when I hold Theo, so…maybe he can help you feel better too, Jakie.” 

Jake stared at his cousin and then the teddy bear for a moment before finally taking him from Junior’s hands. Feeling the soft and fluffy fur between his fingers made tears well up in his eyes, and he clutched Theo to his chest as he began crying silently. 

Junior didn’t say anything but sat down on the floor in front of him, reaching out to place his hand over one of Jake’s. Sometimes, his cousin didn’t need to say anything to make him feel better. Just a small action, like letting him hold his favorite teddy bear, and his comforting silence with sympathetic eyes was more than enough. 

At that moment, Jake felt safe with his cousin. 

That was the last good moment between them before Junior slowly began to change. 

Jake held the teddy bear and this time, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He dropped to his knees as he began openly sobbing, hugging Theo to his chest as tightly as he could, as if there was a possibility that he could disappear just like his cousin did. 

He knew that their relationship was strained. He knew that Junior bullied him. He knew that his cousin killed his own father because of Chucky’s tricks. 

But did that mean he deserved to die? For all his faults, his sins…was he destined to die because of it? 

That was his cousin, his blood family. They used to be so close, like they were twins, growing up before Junior began pulling away and Uncle Logan put more pressure on him about performing well in cross-country. 

And then the what-if’s filled Jake’s mind. 

What if he told Junior right away about Chucky? Would he have believed Jake? 

Probably not. But he could’ve at least been warned, possibly preventing him from falling under Chucky’s influence. 

What if he, Lexy, and Devon were actually there for Junior after Aunt Bree died? 

Junior witnessed his mother die right in front of him. It broke him apart. And it pained Jake to admit that something in Junior died that day. He could see it in his eyes. His cousin lost someone he loved and it couldn’t take it…and he was all alone in his agony. 

Had they been there for him…would everything have turned out differently? 

Would Chucky not have been able to get to Junior because they wouldn’t have left him alone? Would Uncle Logan have lived? Would Junior Wheeler have survived? 

Jake didn’t know the answer, but the word “yes” was screaming in his head anyway. 

Had he done something differently, he wouldn’t be on the floor crying, all alone, without someone’s comforting gaze and supportive hand on his. The guilt was eating him alive and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Jake wasn’t sure how long he sat there, clutching the teddy bear like a lifeline, closing his eyes and pretending that it was his cousin. Eventually, he opened his eyes once the tears slowed to a stop, looking down at Theo the Teddy Bear. 

“I miss you, you asshole.” He said to the bear but knew deep down that it wasn’t directed to Theo. It was directed to Junior, buried six feet down below, in between both of his parents. 

Jake was the last Wheeler standing. His entire family was dead because of Chucky. But he knew that if he never bought that stupid doll, that they would still be alive today. 

Their blood was on his hands too. 

But it still didn’t feel right. Junior was gone now but to Jake, it felt like there was something missing. It just didn’t feel like Junior was dead, not like how it felt with the others. 

Maybe this was what it’s like to be in denial. 

It took another few minutes for him to pull himself together enough to stand up. He hugged the teddy bear one last time, sending a silent apology to his dead cousin along with the hug, before carefully placing Theo in the bag. Junior loved that bear, so Jake would take good care of it from now on. 

He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand, walking away before pausing and looking back at the room that was filled with nothing but melancholy and angst. 

What he wouldn’t do to go back in time and do everything differently. Push Junior into opening up about why he changed, tell him the truth, be his support system when he was left isolated and all alone. 

He would give up everything just to have one last chance. 

Finally, Jake left the Junior’s bedroom and closed the door behind him.

[barclaysangel]

So I have some Chucky drabbles

These drabbles mostly involve Junior, Junior and Andy, Jake, and Jake and Junior. They are all meant to be for the Chucky season 2 rewrite fic @streets-in-paradise and I were working on (so Lucy is the only one who has read these drabbles).

But since we haven't even started this fic and I'm not sure if we ever will...would anyone be interested if I posted these drabbles? They're all about 1K words except for one of them, which is like 500 words I think? Soooo these can be considered to be long sneak peaks for a fic that may or may not ever be published XD

Well...let me know if y'all want me to do this!

[barclaysangel]

Andy, Junior, and Percy Jackson (Chucky season 2 rewrite fic, drabble 3/4)

Here is the third drabble! Just one more drabble will be posted on Sunday, hopefully I'll be able to write more later on. I'd prefer it if you read them in the order they are posted. PLEASE leave notes and comment what you think because comments help fuel our motivation since @streets-in-paradise and I worked on this AU together and one day, the fic will finally be written!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 1.8K

Junior had been quiet that day. 

This wasn’t the first time that Andy has seen Junior be this quiet, not making any sarcastic remarks, jokes, or smiling just a little but it never met his eyes. It happened plenty of times already, but it didn’t make Andy any less worried whenever it did occur. 

The reasons for Junior shutting down were always different. Sometimes after a bad nightmare, he’d be quiet the next day, or it would be after opening up a little too much for the kid’s liking about his father. He’d go almost completely silent. 

But Andy knew that neither of those triggered this new episode. The night before, Junior had been talking about his mother. Bree Wheeler was still a touchy subject, even more so than her husband, but Junior talked about her this time. 

“I already enjoyed reading Greek mythology,” Junior had told Andy that night, “I was so fascinated with the stories of the Greek gods. Then my mom heard about these books and got me the first set. I was already hooked just after the first page.” 

The books Junior was referring to were all five books of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, tapping his fingers on the box the books were contained in. 

Okay, yes, Junior may have mentioned once that those were one of his favorite book series. Andy knew he could’ve just gotten one, but he splurged and bought them all. He figured the kid would want something to keep him entertained when he went on his weekly supply run, rather than to resort to cutting off pieces of Chucky’s plastic skin whenever he got bored. 

“She always knew me like the back of her hand. Sometimes even better than I knew myself.” Junior was speaking kindly of his mother but his eyes and smile were melancholic. 

Andy knew how much the kid loved talking about Bree, but it wasn’t a secret that he was still taking her loss hard. How could the kid move on, even after knowing that Chucky was responsible for her sudden death and it wasn’t by her own hands? 

Junior was grieving and unable to move forward. He couldn’t blame him, he’d be the exact same way if he saw his mother die the way the kid did. Junior lost the last person in his life that truly loved him. And in a way, so did Andy. Even though the adult’s mother was still alive, he had to stay away. He couldn’t bear it if he lost her too just like how he lost Kyle. 

So it wasn’t a complete surprise when Junior went quiet the next day, running almost on autopilot. There wasn’t a lot Andy could do to bring him out of that state, just be by his side and make sure he ate. 

The eating part was never the easiest when the kid was like this, he never had an appetite and spent most of breakfast pushing the food around with his fork before actually having a few bites. But Andy still made sure Junior had some food in his system and let him know that he was there for him. 

Junior would always say he was fine or hum affirmatively whenever the adult asked if he was okay. That was never true and Andy would have to pretend that he didn’t notice how Junior would come back after collecting wood for the fire with red tinged eyes as if he had been crying. 

Andy knew that he couldn’t push him to open up. Too much pressure and the kid would snap at him, making all the work he had done to get Junior to trust him come crumbling down. He had to be patient and take things slow, just let him know that he would always be there if the kid needed to talk and let him come to Andy. 

By nighttime, Junior seemed to relax slightly. He was still quiet but began talking a little more with Andy when the older man spoke rather than just nod his head in agreement. Baby steps, but it was certainly something and he would gladly take it. 

Even though the kid seemed to be doing a little bit better, Andy still felt the need to check up on him. And that’s what he did, peering into Junior’s room since the door was still open. He was already lying down on his cot, a few blankets over him, and staring up at the ceiling. The sight was a little concerning and the adult only relaxed when Junior finally blinked, assuring that he wasn’t dead. 

After a moment, Andy lightly knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” He asked, waiting for the kid to nod before walking inside the bedroom. Andy sat down on the edge of the cot, looking over at the kid who still had his eyes trained on the ceiling. “How are you doing, kid?” 

Junior didn’t say anything for a few seconds before he shrugged his shoulders up and down. “I…I’m alive. That’s all.” 

It wasn’t much of a response, yet that was something Andy was willing to work with. “Good. I’m glad you’re alive.” He told him genuinely and caught a glimpse of the corners of Junior’s lips turning upward just slightly. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” The kid muttered and Andy took that as another win. Sometimes Junior would say something about how he wished he wasn’t alive and then chalk it up as a joke. But the adult always knew he wasn’t joking, and it would break his heart. 

However, this time he agreed with Andy’s words, which was a step in the right direction. 

The adult paused for a moment, thinking of the right things to say. “You know, if you ever wanna talk…I’m right here. I can only listen if you want. I just want you to know that you’re not alone.” 

Junior nodded, finally turning his head enough to look at Andy. “I know…I just…don’t really feel like talking right now,” he said quietly, “but…maybe tomorrow? If-if I feel better.” 

Andy sent him a reassuring smile while nodding. “Yeah, of course. It doesn’t even have to be tomorrow, it can be whenever you feel like. Okay?” 

The kid’s lips tilted upward again, another sign of improvement. “Mhm, okay…thanks.” 

“No problem, kiddo.” He told him before he happened to look over at the Percy Jackson box set that was beside the cot, leaning over to gently nudge it with the tip of his boot. “You haven’t read these yet?” 

“Not yet. I haven’t felt like reading, but I’ll get to it.” Junior said before pausing, looking like an idea came to him before he spoke again. “Can you…can you read it to me?” 

Andy paused briefly. “I don’t know about that, Junior…” 

“Please Andy?” He asked again, now pouting. 

“I don’t think I’d make a very good narrator—” 

“I don’t care, just…please?” 

The longer the adult looked at him, the more his resolve started to fall down. God, it was getting a lot harder and harder to say no to Junior. 

Finally, he sighed quietly. “Okay, what book do you want me to read?” 

The kid’s eyes twinkled in delight when Andy gave in. “The first one, ‘The Lightning Thief’. I want to feel like I’m seven years old again.” 

He smiled slightly and nodded, leaning over to pick up the first book from the box set. Once it was in his hands, Junior scooted further to the edge of the cot to give more room for Andy, allowing him to sit down comfortably with his back resting against the wall. 

While Andy wasn’t very comfortable in his narrating abilities, he just couldn’t refuse the kid, especially when he was starting to open up a little more. “Okay, kid…” he opened up the book and flipped past a couple pages until he landed on the first chapter, “‘Chapter 1: I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher’? Holy shit, that’s how this book is gonna start?” 

“Just read it!” When Andy looked down at him, Junior was smiling. This was a real smile, his first one of the entire day. It made something in his chest feel warm. 

Well, now he just had to read it to him. 

The adult chuckled under his breath before beginning. “‘Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.’” 

And with that, Andy started reading the book. He understood what Junior meant about getting hooked after the first page because he was hooked as well. He continued reading and checking up on the kid every now and then, spotting Junior looking relaxed and smiling, giggling at any of the funny parts. 

Halfway through the second chapter, Andy peered over and noticed that the teenager had fallen asleep. He couldn’t help but to smile at the sight, noting how peaceful the kid looked as he slept. Good. He needed some peace in his life. 

Well, Andy had to make sure to be quiet as he left, he didn’t want Junior to wake up. The kid needed to get as much sleep as possible, he was still a growing boy. Maybe he’ll make some pancakes with coffee tomorrow, he knows how much Junior likes his homemade pancakes, especially when he mixed in some blueberries— 

Oh…oh shit.

At that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to him. As he looked at the teenager sleeping, he finally understood what the warmth that was growing inside of his chest meant. 

He saw Junior as the son he never had. 

Now, Andy always cared for the boy since the moment he basically dropped on his doorstep. And the more Junior opened up, the more he began to care for him. Junior told him about his past with his father, how Chucky manipulated him, and Andy always felt this wave of protectiveness washing over him. He had to protect him. 

Was this how his mother felt? Seeing her newborn son for the first time, holding him in her arms and willing to do anything to keep him safe? 

Junior wasn’t his child, not by blood, but Kyle wasn’t his sister by blood either. If he could see Kyle as his sister, then he could see Junior as his son. 

Andy would do everything he could to keep the kid out of harm's way. To make sure that nothing and no one will ever hurt him again. He’d give his life just to make sure Junior lived because he couldn’t bear it if he lost someone else. 

And would he burn down the world just to make sure the teenager that was a pain in his ass half the time was warm? Then he’d do it in a heartbeat. 

But for now, the adult closed the book, noting what page they were on, and placed it on the floor beside the cot. He carefully pulled the blankets up to Junior’s shoulders, watching him shift slightly but remained sleeping with the same peaceful expression. Andy smiled fondly, hoping that tomorrow would bring a better day for his kid. 

“Goodnight, Junior.”

[barclaysangel]

@streets-in-paradise Us with our future Chucky season 2 rewrite fic~

(x)

[barclaysangel]

The Chucky-Infested Woods (Chucky season 2 rewrite fic, drabble 2/4)

Here is the second drabble! This one is much shorter than the others, hence why I am posting this today, but there will be more tomorrow and Sunday! I'd also prefer it if you read them in the order they are posted. PLEASE leave notes and comment what you think because comments help fuel our motivation since @streets-in-paradise and I worked on this AU together and one day, the fic will finally be written!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 543

The woods was something that could be considered a frightening place. It was cold, dark, and you never knew what lurked out there. 

But he never minded it. And since he had been there for quite some time, it certainly never bothered him. 

Besides, he was safe. Even when Chucky and his identical gang would show up, he took care of them. And he let it be known that it was taken care of. 

Chucky’s bodies were on display, hanging from pikes that were stomped to the ground or hanging from nearby trees. Some of the corpses were missing limbs or heads, multiple stab and gunshot wounds decorated the deceased bodies as well. 

It was a good way to relieve some steam, even if most of the damage wasn’t caused by him. 

There was one Chucky that was still living though. His body long gone, only his head that was against a tree by the knife through chunks of his disgusting orange hair. He was barely hanging in by a thread, just barely alive. 

He would take care of that soon enough. 

“Hey there, pal…you’re not looking too good. It’s okay, I’ll make sure you feel better.” He taunted as he loaded his revolver, slipping the bullets inside the gun. 

Chucky managed to find enough strength to glare hatefully at him. “You motherfuc—!” He was caught off by a single bullet fired in between his eyes, finally dead. 

He sighed, feeling a brief moment of relaxation once that asshole was dead. Finally, he could get some peace and quiet—

“Andy!” The kid said his name and he turned around. “Should I start working on the fire? The sun’s beginning to set.” 

Andy nodded, putting the gun into the pocket of his coat. “Yeah, we can start working on that, Junior.” 

Junior smiled a little before looking at the recently deceased Chucky head and his smile dropped. “Did you seriously kill him? I wanted to play with him a little longer!” He whined almost childishly. 

The man raised an eyebrow in amusement. “He’d been alive for over a week. How long did you want to keep him alive?” 

“I dunno. I wanted to see if he would make it past the two week mark.” The kid replied with a shrug of his shoulders. 

Andy couldn’t help but to chuckle under his breath. “Sorry for cutting your playtime short,” he said, “would one last stab make you feel better?” 

At this, Junior grinned and pulled out a large butcher knife from the pocket of his jacket. It had been one of the Chuckys’ knife before but now it became one of the kid’s favorite torture methods. With that, he lunged forward and stabbed Chucky in his mouth, mounting him deeper into the tree. 

“Are you happy now?” Andy asked and was rewarded with a terrifyingly gleeful smile from the teenage boy. 

“I am now.” The kid said calmly before spinning on his heel and turning away. “You’re getting the wood this time, that’s what you get for not asking before taking away one of my toys.” 

Andy rolled his eyes but there was a faint smile on his lips, walking in the other direction to start collecting the firewood. 

So much for peace and quiet.

[barclaysangel]

Andy and Junior's families when they realize that they were both alive and well and just living together in the woods

Kyle: You're supposed to be on some spiritual retreat!

Andy: Namaste 🙏 

Jake: And YOU'RE supposed to be DEAD!

Junior: I got better?

[barclaysangel]

Ha ha, what if I don't watch season 2 of Chucky because I'm anxious and terrified of how Don Mancini is gonna screw this up and instead just joined forces with @streets-in-paradise in which we rewrite our own version of season 2 into a traumatized and fucked up found family fic because Mr. Mancini isn't gonna do it so we have to?

Heh, jk jk jk!

................

Or is it jk?

[nicascurls]

This made me smile like an idiot. It's so cute!!

"Holy shit, that's how this book is gonna start?" Got me bad XD

Andy, Junior, and Percy Jackson (Chucky season 2 rewrite fic, drabble 3/4)

Here is the third drabble! Just one more drabble will be posted on Sunday, hopefully I'll be able to write more later on. I'd prefer it if you read them in the order they are posted. PLEASE leave notes and comment what you think because comments help fuel our motivation since @streets-in-paradise and I worked on this AU together and one day, the fic will finally be written!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 1.8K

Junior had been quiet that day. 

This wasn’t the first time that Andy has seen Junior be this quiet, not making any sarcastic remarks, jokes, or smiling just a little but it never met his eyes. It happened plenty of times already, but it didn’t make Andy any less worried whenever it did occur. 

The reasons for Junior shutting down were always different. Sometimes after a bad nightmare, he’d be quiet the next day, or it would be after opening up a little too much for the kid’s liking about his father. He’d go almost completely silent. 

But Andy knew that neither of those triggered this new episode. The night before, Junior had been talking about his mother. Bree Wheeler was still a touchy subject, even more so than her husband, but Junior talked about her this time. 

“I already enjoyed reading Greek mythology,” Junior had told Andy that night, “I was so fascinated with the stories of the Greek gods. Then my mom heard about these books and got me the first set. I was already hooked just after the first page.” 

The books Junior was referring to were all five books of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, tapping his fingers on the box the books were contained in. 

Okay, yes, Junior may have mentioned once that those were one of his favorite book series. Andy knew he could’ve just gotten one, but he splurged and bought them all. He figured the kid would want something to keep him entertained when he went on his weekly supply run, rather than to resort to cutting off pieces of Chucky’s plastic skin whenever he got bored. 

“She always knew me like the back of her hand. Sometimes even better than I knew myself.” Junior was speaking kindly of his mother but his eyes and smile were melancholic. 

Andy knew how much the kid loved talking about Bree, but it wasn’t a secret that he was still taking her loss hard. How could the kid move on, even after knowing that Chucky was responsible for her sudden death and it wasn’t by her own hands? 

Junior was grieving and unable to move forward. He couldn’t blame him, he’d be the exact same way if he saw his mother die the way the kid did. Junior lost the last person in his life that truly loved him. And in a way, so did Andy. Even though the adult’s mother was still alive, he had to stay away. He couldn’t bear it if he lost her too just like how he lost Kyle. 

So it wasn’t a complete surprise when Junior went quiet the next day, running almost on autopilot. There wasn’t a lot Andy could do to bring him out of that state, just be by his side and make sure he ate. 

The eating part was never the easiest when the kid was like this, he never had an appetite and spent most of breakfast pushing the food around with his fork before actually having a few bites. But Andy still made sure Junior had some food in his system and let him know that he was there for him. 

Junior would always say he was fine or hum affirmatively whenever the adult asked if he was okay. That was never true and Andy would have to pretend that he didn’t notice how Junior would come back after collecting wood for the fire with red tinged eyes as if he had been crying. 

Andy knew that he couldn’t push him to open up. Too much pressure and the kid would snap at him, making all the work he had done to get Junior to trust him come crumbling down. He had to be patient and take things slow, just let him know that he would always be there if the kid needed to talk and let him come to Andy. 

By nighttime, Junior seemed to relax slightly. He was still quiet but began talking a little more with Andy when the older man spoke rather than just nod his head in agreement. Baby steps, but it was certainly something and he would gladly take it. 

Even though the kid seemed to be doing a little bit better, Andy still felt the need to check up on him. And that’s what he did, peering into Junior’s room since the door was still open. He was already lying down on his cot, a few blankets over him, and staring up at the ceiling. The sight was a little concerning and the adult only relaxed when Junior finally blinked, assuring that he wasn’t dead. 

After a moment, Andy lightly knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” He asked, waiting for the kid to nod before walking inside the bedroom. Andy sat down on the edge of the cot, looking over at the kid who still had his eyes trained on the ceiling. “How are you doing, kid?” 

Junior didn’t say anything for a few seconds before he shrugged his shoulders up and down. “I…I’m alive. That’s all.” 

It wasn’t much of a response, yet that was something Andy was willing to work with. “Good. I’m glad you’re alive.” He told him genuinely and caught a glimpse of the corners of Junior’s lips turning upward just slightly. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” The kid muttered and Andy took that as another win. Sometimes Junior would say something about how he wished he wasn’t alive and then chalk it up as a joke. But the adult always knew he wasn’t joking, and it would break his heart. 

However, this time he agreed with Andy’s words, which was a step in the right direction. 

The adult paused for a moment, thinking of the right things to say. “You know, if you ever wanna talk…I’m right here. I can only listen if you want. I just want you to know that you’re not alone.” 

Junior nodded, finally turning his head enough to look at Andy. “I know…I just…don’t really feel like talking right now,” he said quietly, “but…maybe tomorrow? If-if I feel better.” 

Andy sent him a reassuring smile while nodding. “Yeah, of course. It doesn’t even have to be tomorrow, it can be whenever you feel like. Okay?” 

The kid’s lips tilted upward again, another sign of improvement. “Mhm, okay…thanks.” 

“No problem, kiddo.” He told him before he happened to look over at the Percy Jackson box set that was beside the cot, leaning over to gently nudge it with the tip of his boot. “You haven’t read these yet?” 

“Not yet. I haven’t felt like reading, but I’ll get to it.” Junior said before pausing, looking like an idea came to him before he spoke again. “Can you…can you read it to me?” 

Andy paused briefly. “I don’t know about that, Junior…” 

“Please Andy?” He asked again, now pouting. 

“I don’t think I’d make a very good narrator—” 

“I don’t care, just…please?” 

The longer the adult looked at him, the more his resolve started to fall down. God, it was getting a lot harder and harder to say no to Junior. 

Finally, he sighed quietly. “Okay, what book do you want me to read?” 

The kid’s eyes twinkled in delight when Andy gave in. “The first one, ‘The Lightning Thief’. I want to feel like I’m seven years old again.” 

He smiled slightly and nodded, leaning over to pick up the first book from the box set. Once it was in his hands, Junior scooted further to the edge of the cot to give more room for Andy, allowing him to sit down comfortably with his back resting against the wall. 

While Andy wasn’t very comfortable in his narrating abilities, he just couldn’t refuse the kid, especially when he was starting to open up a little more. “Okay, kid…” he opened up the book and flipped past a couple pages until he landed on the first chapter, “‘Chapter 1: I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher’? Holy shit, that’s how this book is gonna start?” 

“Just read it!” When Andy looked down at him, Junior was smiling. This was a real smile, his first one of the entire day. It made something in his chest feel warm. 

Well, now he just had to read it to him. 

The adult chuckled under his breath before beginning. “‘Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.’” 

And with that, Andy started reading the book. He understood what Junior meant about getting hooked after the first page because he was hooked as well. He continued reading and checking up on the kid every now and then, spotting Junior looking relaxed and smiling, giggling at any of the funny parts. 

Halfway through the second chapter, Andy peered over and noticed that the teenager had fallen asleep. He couldn’t help but to smile at the sight, noting how peaceful the kid looked as he slept. Good. He needed some peace in his life. 

Well, Andy had to make sure to be quiet as he left, he didn’t want Junior to wake up. The kid needed to get as much sleep as possible, he was still a growing boy. Maybe he’ll make some pancakes with coffee tomorrow, he knows how much Junior likes his homemade pancakes, especially when he mixed in some blueberries— 

Oh…oh shit.

At that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to him. As he looked at the teenager sleeping, he finally understood what the warmth that was growing inside of his chest meant. 

He saw Junior as the son he never had. 

Now, Andy always cared for the boy since the moment he basically dropped on his doorstep. And the more Junior opened up, the more he began to care for him. Junior told him about his past with his father, how Chucky manipulated him, and Andy always felt this wave of protectiveness washing over him. He had to protect him. 

Was this how his mother felt? Seeing her newborn son for the first time, holding him in her arms and willing to do anything to keep him safe? 

Junior wasn’t his child, not by blood, but Kyle wasn’t his sister by blood either. If he could see Kyle as his sister, then he could see Junior as his son. 

Andy would do everything he could to keep the kid out of harm's way. To make sure that nothing and no one will ever hurt him again. He’d give his life just to make sure Junior lived because he couldn’t bear it if he lost someone else. 

And would he burn down the world just to make sure the teenager that was a pain in his ass half the time was warm? Then he’d do it in a heartbeat. 

But for now, the adult closed the book, noting what page they were on, and placed it on the floor beside the cot. He carefully pulled the blankets up to Junior’s shoulders, watching him shift slightly but remained sleeping with the same peaceful expression. Andy smiled fondly, hoping that tomorrow would bring a better day for his kid. 

“Goodnight, Junior.”

[nicascurls]

This was brilliant!

This is exactly the cousin relationship we deserved to see in the show!

The Wheelers' Reunion (Chucky season 2 rewrite fic, drabble 4/4)

Here is the fourth drabble! This is one of my favorites because I've kept it a big secret how Jake and Junior's reunion would go down. I'd prefer it if you read them in the order they are posted. PLEASE leave notes and comment what you think because comments help fuel our motivation since @streets-in-paradise and I worked on this AU together and one day, the fic will finally be written!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 1.7K

Junior adjusted the tie around his neck for the tenth time, wanting desperately to rip that shit off. He always hated how it felt, like it was choking him. The last time he had worn a tie was at his mother’s— 

No. Don’t think about that. Stay focused, you idiot. He told himself while taking a deep breath and regained his composure, letting go of his tie and kept walking forward. 

Junior’s eyes kept wandering, trying to catch a glimpse of a three foot ginger doll. He was armed to the teeth, a gun in the hidden pocket of his blazer along with a dagger and a butcher knife, but he needed to be aware of everything. He wouldn’t be caught off guard, even though he wasn’t alone in the hallway. 

He made a mental note of everything and everyone surrounding home to the point where it was tedious. Nun, student, portrait, another student, another nun, Jake, another portrait, yet another nun—

Wait a minute…

He quickly looked back over and his eyes met Jake’s eyes across the hallway. Junior halted in his steps, neither of them moving and they both just stared. 

Jake looked taller, maybe by an inch or two. His curls were shorter too, he must’ve cut his hair over the last year. Speaking of cuts, there were a few on his face, possibly from the fucker that ruined their lives. But all in all, he still looked like his cousin that he grew up with. 

Well, until Junior burned that bridge when they were kids. But he still saw him nearly everyday after that. They were always in each other’s lives, whether they liked it or not. 

God, there were so many things he wanted to say, wanted to apologize for, but he didn’t have the time for that. 

A part of Junior wondered if Jake even recognized him. It had been almost a year and he was now sporting a more ‘wilderness-like’ hairstyle that Lexy called it, but judging from how his cousin’s eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets and how pale he turned, he figured that Jake still recognized his asshole cousin. 

Finally, after a full thirty seconds of staring, Junior nudged his head to the side slightly to gesture for Jake to follow him and then entered into the room beside him. It was a library, filled with books but he assumed that most of them were bibles. 

Fun. 

He didn’t turn around to see if his cousin was behind him but after a few moments, he recognized his footsteps and turned to fully face him. 

“Hi Jake.” Junior said, trying to sound as casual as he could to not concern Jake. 

That didn’t work, because Jake looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “This-this isn’t real, this isn’t fucking real…” 

Oh boy…this might be more difficult than he thought. 

“This is very real, Jake, just take a breather and calm down…” 

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!” Jake snapped, taking a step away from him and then a step forward. “Who the fuck are you, huh? Is that you, Chucky? Possessing my dead cousin?!” 

“Wait, can Chucky possess a corpse?” Junior mused out loud before quickly shaking his head. “No, not the time—listen, Jake, I’m not Chucky. I’m me. This is me. I’m not dead, possessed, or a ghost. I’m real. I’m Junior.” 

Jake still didn’t look like he believed, and instead looked like he was five seconds away from throwing a bible at him. “Oh my god, first a priest that looks like my father and uncle, now a someone that looks like my cousin and pretending to be him…” 

“Oh yeah, I heard about that and fuck, I really do not want to meet him.” Junior once again spoke aloud at the mention of the priest that looked like their fathers, sending a shiver down his spine. But seeing that this wasn’t calming down Jake in the slightest, he had to quickly start thinking before an idea came to him. 

“When we were kids, we used to steal food from my kitchen!” Junior blurted out quickly. “You-you used to be the lookout because you sucked at being stealthy,” he chuckled fondly at the memory he hadn’t thought of in so long, “and I would shove as much food as I could under my shirt and we would both run. Run all the way back to my room. Our moms always knew what we did but they never did anything to stop us. They just let us pretend we were ninjas.” 

As he spoke, he could see Jake slowly becoming aware, recognition and then melancholy shining in his eyes. 

“I…I never told anyone about what we used to do,” Junior began speaking slowly, “not even Devon. No one on this earth would know about our ‘missions’. No one. And especially not Chucky.” He met his cousin’s eyes again, even taking a step forward. “I’m alive, Jake.” 

Jake blinked a few times as it slowly began to dawn on him that he was telling the truth. “Oh my god…” 

“Yeah, oh my god…” 

“Oh. My. God.” 

“Okay, we need to figure out how to get you the hell out of here, we don’t have time for this.” Junior spoke, about to turn away to leave the library but his cousin’s intense stare made him stay. 

“This whole time…you’ve been alive?” He spoke slowly, his voice barely staying even through contained rage. “This…whole…time?” 

Junior paused briefly. “Look, Jake, I know you have a lot of questions right now and I promise I’ll answer them, but we really need—!” 

“You’ve been alive for a year and you never told anyone?” Jake practically snarled out his next sentence. 

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before smiling sheepishly. “…yes?” He said as cautiously as he could. 

For a long moment, no one said or did anything. His cousin just continued to stare daggers deep into his soul, making him shift uncomfortably from one foot onto the other. 

Suddenly, before he could blink, Jake’s fist connected with Junior’s nose. 

“OH FUCK!” He yelled out loud and stumbled backward, nearly hitting a bookshelf with both of his hands clasped over his nose. Junior could feel warm blood starting to leak out of his nostrils and his eyes watering from the impact. 

“You son of a bi—!” Junior started angrily before pausing so he didn’t murder his cousin and taking a deep breath, “…okay, I had that coming. I deserved that. I won’t punch you back because I did punch you first at my mom’s wake a year ago. So…are we even now?” 

Jake was still glaring at him but the glare had softened by now, one hand clutching onto his fist before he finally nodded. “Yeah…yeah, we’re even.” 

“Good.” He nodded then groaned, tilting his head upward to try and stop the bleeding. 

“No, don’t do that, you’re supposed to tilt your head forward, not back.”

“Well, thank you for your wonderful advice, Muhammad Ali!” Junior sneered as sarcastically as he could but listened to his cousin, moving his head forward and watched a couple drops of blood stain his white shirt. 

He could feel Jake staring at him. “Even after a year, you’re still being an asshole?” He asked almost rhetorically. 

“You punched me in the face, you’re not going to see my nice side right now!” Junior snapped back, looking up to narrow his eyes at Jake. “If you broke my nose, I’ll break your leg, fucker!” 

“I didn’t break your nose.” Jake said with a straight face, seemingly unfazed by his cousin’s threat. “Pinch your nostrils shut for a few minutes, that should stop the bleeding.” 

He was still scowling but once again listened to Jake, using two fingers to pinch his nostrils shut and huffed under his breath. 

Neither of the cousins said anything for a solid minute, just staring intensely at one another until Jake broke the silence. “I’m sorry for punching you,” he apologized, “but you have to understand that I thought everyone in my family was dead for a year. Even after everything between us, I still didn’t want you to be dead. But then I find out you’ve been alive this whole time and never told us. So you can’t blame me for getting upset.” 

“I can understand that, but you also have to understand why I didn’t let any of you guys know I was alive,” Junior started, his voice almost nasally from pinching his nostrils shut, “I did…horrible things. To everyone. Especially you. So I just…I convinced myself that you all were better off believing that I was six feet under and would live the rest of your lives in peace.” 

“You thought it was better to believe you were dead?!” Jake exclaimed and moved his arm back, making Junior immediately take several steps back and hold a hand out. 

“No no no no no no no! Don’t you dare hit me again! If you hit me again, our truce is off and we can have a full blown brawl right here in a fucking library!” He shouted, glaring at Jake until the latter finally put his arm back down. 

Junior sighed and ran a hand through his long hair, his other hand still on his nose. “My god. Look, I get you guys having very strong and aggressive reactions to me being alive, but at least Lexy and Devon didn’t physically assault me!” 

“Wait, Lexy and Devon? You’ve seen them?” Jake asked in surprise. 

“Yeah, how do you think we got here? Did you really think we decided to come to a catholic boarding school for fun?” Junior asked in sarcasm. 

“We?” 

“Me and Andy.” 

“Andy Barclay?! He’s alive too?!” Jake almost shouted, looking even more shocked than before. 

“Is there another Andy you know that would want to help kill a redhead doll?” He questioned with a slight attitude, which earned a glare from his cousin and sighed. “Look, I know I have so much I need to explain and apologize for. I swear I will do it, but right now, we need to make a plan to kill Chucky and get you out of here. I know I’m asking you for a lot…but can you trust me? Just this once?” 

Jake didn’t say anything, staring at his cousin to see if he was genuine before finally nodding. “Okay. I trust you.” 

Junior smiled slightly in relief. “Good, let’s go.”

[nicascurls]

Oh, this hurt but it was SO GOOD!!!

We deserved to see the cousins get along, even just in a flashback.

Jake in Mourning (Chucky season 2 rewrite fic, drabble 1/4)

Ok, I got too hyped to post these drabbles that have been hidden for various months, starting way back to September! I will be posting all 4 drabbles this weekend, one right now, one in a few hours, one on Saturday and the final on Sunday. I'd also prefer it if you read them in this order. PLEASE leave notes and comment what you think because comments help fuel our motivation since @streets-in-paradise and I worked on this AU together and one day, the fic will finally be written!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 1.9K

It didn’t feel normal to walk into the house. 

It was cold and empty. Well, it always felt cold and empty in that house, despite the people that lived there. But now with Jake’s aunt, uncle, and cousin gone, the chills and emptiness were enough to freeze him alive and swallow him whole. 

Lexy and Devon already went to Junior’s house the day before, going into his room and taking some things to remember him by. Devon wanted Jake to come with them, but he couldn’t. It was something that he felt that he had to do on his own, without the comfort of the people who knew and cared about him. 

So for the first time since he tried to run away a few days ago, Jake went back to the house. The walk up the stairs, toward Junior’s room, felt like he was walking into the lion’s den. He never would’ve gone to his cousin’s room, not even if you paid him. But his cousin is gone now. His asshole cousin, who always looked like he was in pain if you stared at him hard enough, was dead. 

There was no one stopping him from going inside now. 

Jake turned the knob on the door and opened it. For the first time in about five years, he saw Junior’s room. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Maybe posters, books, LED lights, something that would bring more life to the room. But there was nothing. Only boring gray walls that resembled a prison cell and trophies and medals on display from his cross-country tournaments. 

For a brief moment, Jake wondered if the room was that empty because of all the things Lexy and Devon took. But he talked with them earlier, they only took some of Junior’s favorite books and clothes. This…this was just how Junior’s room used to look like. Vacant and devoid of all life and happiness, a complete contrast to his own room. 

Somehow, that thought seemed to make his heart clench. 

Jake looked at the trophies and gold medals, noticing how they were untouched. No one wanted to take those home, he supposed. He didn’t want to either. He’d be lying if he said that he never noticed how Junior never looked happy to talk about the sport that his father threw him into years ago. 

Even as he looked closer, he noticed the dust that gathered on those trophies. Junior never bothered to touch them after placing them there on that shelf. 

Did his cousin even want to win? Or did he do it just to please his father? 

Something began prickling the back of Jake’s eyes the more he thought about it, so he forced himself to look away and go over to Junior’s dresser. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. Maybe some shirts, something that belonged to Junior. He was sure that the hoodies were all taken by Lexy, so he would take what he could get. 

Jake opened one drawer, spotting a few shirts that he never saw Junior wear, probably because they were hidden under all the hoodies he would wear constantly. Some were Marvel t-shirts but others had designs of skulls or full moons on them. It was a style he never expected his cousin to ever wear, let alone like, so he grabbed them and put them into the bag he brought with him. 

But when he reached further back into the drawer, his fingers met something soft. He paused before gripping onto it and slowly pulling it out, his eyes widening slightly. 

It was a light brown teddy bear with a red ribbon around its neck, tied in a bow. Jake felt like he got slapped in the face with nostalgia, remembering how attached Junior was to the stuffed animal—Theo. His cousin got him when he was four and he’d be damned if he let anyone else play with it, even Jake wasn’t allowed to touch it. 

Except, the one time his cousin did let him hold it. 

“If I show you something, do you promise not to tell anyone?” When the cousins were both eight years old, that was a question that Junior asked him. 

They were in Junior’s bedroom, the room looking so much different compared to now. There was a sense of vibrancy and light, something that was completely lacking now. 

Jake was sitting on his cousin’s bed, desperately trying not to cry. He had just lost his mother in a car accident a few weeks ago and was still spiraling. Every day, he cried. He cried himself to sleep and then cried in the morning when he woke up, knowing that he’d have to go another day without seeing his mom for the rest of his life. 

Junior was in front of Jake, standing almost awkwardly after he asked his question. He fidgeted with the sleeves of his sweater, a nervous habit of his that he developed not long ago. After a few moments, Jake nodded and swallowed down the urge to cry. “O-okay…” 

His cousin’s eyes hardened for a moment. “Do you promise?” 

“Yes,” Jake said quickly and nodded again, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear on Styx.” 

Junior had started reading the Percy Jackson books over a year ago and became addicted so quickly. He convinced Jake to read it, and it was safe to assume that they were both big fans now. And whenever they made a promise, they always swore on the River Styx, just like the demigods did. 

Well, maybe just Styx. Jake accidentally said ‘Styx’ instead of ‘The River Styx’ one time, and Junior thought it was hilarious and refused to let it go. Eventually, the phrase stuck. 

Junior stared at him for a moment before spinning on his heel and opening his drawer. He rummaged around before pulling out Theo the Teddy Bear, presenting it to his cousin. 

Jake gasped quietly. “Theo!” He exclaimed before quieting down when Junior shushed him. “But…I thought you said that Uncle Logan made you throw him away?” 

He remembered how Junior sadly told him that his father decided that he was too old to have stuffed animals just a few months ago. He had to throw them all in the garbage. Junior had a few, but Theo was his favorite, and he really didn’t want to throw him away too. 

“He did…” Junior admitted, “but when he left for work, I dug him back out of the trash. I couldn’t let him go like that, not yet. So I kept Theo, hidden in a place where my daddy won’t find him.” 

He held the teddy bear for a few more seconds, almost hugging Theo before holding it out to his cousin. “Here. He’ll help you feel better.” 

Jake tilted his head slightly in confusion. “Are-are you giving him to me?” 

“No.” Junior was quick to respond, his eyebrows scrunching together in one of his infamous scowls-a look he would be used to seeing for years to come. “But you can hold him. Just for today. I always feel better when I hold Theo, so…maybe he can help you feel better too, Jakie.” 

Jake stared at his cousin and then the teddy bear for a moment before finally taking him from Junior’s hands. Feeling the soft and fluffy fur between his fingers made tears well up in his eyes, and he clutched Theo to his chest as he began crying silently. 

Junior didn’t say anything but sat down on the floor in front of him, reaching out to place his hand over one of Jake’s. Sometimes, his cousin didn’t need to say anything to make him feel better. Just a small action, like letting him hold his favorite teddy bear, and his comforting silence with sympathetic eyes was more than enough. 

At that moment, Jake felt safe with his cousin. 

That was the last good moment between them before Junior slowly began to change. 

Jake held the teddy bear and this time, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He dropped to his knees as he began openly sobbing, hugging Theo to his chest as tightly as he could, as if there was a possibility that he could disappear just like his cousin did. 

He knew that their relationship was strained. He knew that Junior bullied him. He knew that his cousin killed his own father because of Chucky’s tricks. 

But did that mean he deserved to die? For all his faults, his sins…was he destined to die because of it? 

That was his cousin, his blood family. They used to be so close, like they were twins, growing up before Junior began pulling away and Uncle Logan put more pressure on him about performing well in cross-country. 

And then the what-if’s filled Jake’s mind. 

What if he told Junior right away about Chucky? Would he have believed Jake? 

Probably not. But he could’ve at least been warned, possibly preventing him from falling under Chucky’s influence. 

What if he, Lexy, and Devon were actually there for Junior after Aunt Bree died? 

Junior witnessed his mother die right in front of him. It broke him apart. And it pained Jake to admit that something in Junior died that day. He could see it in his eyes. His cousin lost someone he loved and it couldn’t take it…and he was all alone in his agony. 

Had they been there for him…would everything have turned out differently? 

Would Chucky not have been able to get to Junior because they wouldn’t have left him alone? Would Uncle Logan have lived? Would Junior Wheeler have survived? 

Jake didn’t know the answer, but the word “yes” was screaming in his head anyway. 

Had he done something differently, he wouldn’t be on the floor crying, all alone, without someone’s comforting gaze and supportive hand on his. The guilt was eating him alive and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Jake wasn’t sure how long he sat there, clutching the teddy bear like a lifeline, closing his eyes and pretending that it was his cousin. Eventually, he opened his eyes once the tears slowed to a stop, looking down at Theo the Teddy Bear. 

“I miss you, you asshole.” He said to the bear but knew deep down that it wasn’t directed to Theo. It was directed to Junior, buried six feet down below, in between both of his parents. 

Jake was the last Wheeler standing. His entire family was dead because of Chucky. But he knew that if he never bought that stupid doll, that they would still be alive today. 

Their blood was on his hands too. 

But it still didn’t feel right. Junior was gone now but to Jake, it felt like there was something missing. It just didn’t feel like Junior was dead, not like how it felt with the others. 

Maybe this was what it’s like to be in denial. 

It took another few minutes for him to pull himself together enough to stand up. He hugged the teddy bear one last time, sending a silent apology to his dead cousin along with the hug, before carefully placing Theo in the bag. Junior loved that bear, so Jake would take good care of it from now on. 

He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand, walking away before pausing and looking back at the room that was filled with nothing but melancholy and angst. 

What he wouldn’t do to go back in time and do everything differently. Push Junior into opening up about why he changed, tell him the truth, be his support system when he was left isolated and all alone. 

He would give up everything just to have one last chance. 

Finally, Jake left the Junior’s bedroom and closed the door behind him.