Chucky Junior Novels & Stories

But instead of charging back into battle, he strode towards the house, his eyes fixed on a singular target: Lucia. Inside, Lucia cowered behind her cushion seat, her breath caught in her throat. She heard Chuck's voice, low and urgent, calling out to her from the living room. "Lucia, this is our last chance to leave together. Come with me, now." His words dripped with conviction, but Lucia's mind raced with doubt. Could she trust him? Was he truly her friend, or just a master manipulator? Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of confusion. Who was Chuck, really? Was he ever human, or was his kind humane look just a clever disguise?

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and

’s fist slammed hard against the table, prompting me to jump, and the pencil fell out of my grip, rolling across the mahogany table. “This is bullshit!” Junior shouted angrily, his voice vibrating against the walls. My hands trembled as I reached out to grab the pencil, but Chance beat me to it. It was stupid. I knew nothing could happen to me. Yet, any kind of violence always sent me into a shaking mess. He handed me the pencil, watching me intently. Forcing a smile, I murmured my thanks and took it. “You can’t do this,” Junior gritted out furiously. “It’s done,” Chance said coolly. “Otherwise, no deal.” He casually glanced at his expensive watch. “Make up your mind, because my time is valu

Girls like Jessika were the ones guys wanted… long, slender legs, flat stomachs, perfect little bodies. And Jemy too, one of the reasons I had not allowed her to visit me at home… She had a thing for older men, and she wasn't as big as I was and I couldn't stand the thought of my stepfather wanting her, and not me. Everyone was slim and slender, except for me, my chest tightened.

"And sometimes new memories form more easily than retrieving old ones." Clarissa's hand tightened on the bed rail. Dr. Emily returned her attention to Junior. "Junior, I'm going to ask you some questions. Just answer what you can, and if you don't know, that's okay. Can you tell me your full name?" "Junior." He stopped. Frowned. "Just Junior." "Do you know how old you are?" "Five." No hesitation there. "Good. Do you remember your house? Where you live?" "Big house. White. There's..." He struggled. "Steps. Big steps in front."

Jughead scrutinised the exterior of the house, inspecting the structure carefully. From where the boys were standing, they saw an old, broken-down house. The door leaned awkwardly on its frame, several windows broken and cobwebs covering the banisters and wooden pillars. One part of the roof was already caving in. And when they peered inside, the dilapidated house was empty. And yet, the revealing spell disclosed that this is Annabelle and Chucky's location. Chucky stared at Jughead curiously and turned to observe the beach house. The beach house did not look dilapidated at all. Instead, he saw a beautiful one-storey beach house with a modern exterior. Windows decorated the exterior of the h

Chief Hudson said with a friendly smile before giving me a hard shove. At his words, everyone's eyes widened, eager to hear what I would say. Looking at the smug Nathan, I pondered briefly before asking with a sneer, "I came to ask you something. Since you claimed that I'd discussed all the cases I previously solved with you, what was the crucial clue that led to the discovery of the culprit in the chapel murder case?" Chief Hudson's face immediately darkened. The words that came out of my mouth were completely at odds with the instructions he'd given me on the way here.

"D-Don't act like this, Chucky. You're scaring me." She started weeping, but Chuck wouldn't fall for it anymore. He slapped her hard and snarled, "You're still putting on an act to lie to me! I'd like to see how long you can keep this up!" I watched as things played out. Honestly, I couldn't understand why Chuck had believed something that superstitious so easily when he was supposed to be a man of science. Perhaps the more one learned of something, the more one feared it. Chuck released Valerie and came to me. She trembled violently on the couch. Chuck said, "Lend me your phone, Steph."

Ryan informed them all. "It's gonna be okay, I assure you she's too small to be put in jail," Ashley comforted Linda, who was worried about her little daughter's fate. "Probably Juvenile," Ryan said in a cold tone and went out. Suzanne went out also, carrying Patches and Ethan followed her. Ashley sighed and went after them. Soon the door was flung open. Some heroes in their youth came in. They were only three. "Hero League," the tallest that stood in the middle flashed his ID card. The guy and girl that stood beside him also flashed theirs.

Hunter remarks. "Is that so?" I ask, surprised. "Yes. You've already lasted far longer than any of my other toys have. Not only that but for reasons unbeknownst to me, I find myself coming to you to see what sort of carrot you feel you can dangle in front of me. Do you believe me to be a donkey? An animal so stupid to go after a carrot dangling in front of me?" He asks, a dark undertone laced through his words.