Chucky vs. Freddy: Rise of Nightmares

[AlmightyDamballa]

Here is the first part of my Chucky/Freddy crossover. Stay tuned, as I'm working on part 2 as we speak!

Part 1:


"Ade due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you!" 18 year-old Jasper Baylock chanted over the lifeless, stitched-up "Good Guy" doll. It was laying on a crude pentagram spray-painted on the cold basement floor of his Springwood home. As he held up a copper amulet with a blood-red jewel in the center, he continued the strange chant. "Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette. Endonline pour de boisette Damballa! Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Endelieu pour de boisette Damballa, AWAKE!" Jasper sat and stared at the doll for a good thirty seconds, but to no avail. It was just as lifeless as ever. "What a crock," he muttered under his breath as he left the doll on the floor and walked upstairs. He entered his kitchen and began to raid the fridge. Just as he started doing so, he heard a knock on the door. Frustrated, he stormed out of the kitchen, through his living room, and to the front door. Peering out the side window, he saw his neighbor Stephanie. "What does this bitch want now," he thought. He pulled up his sagging, black leather pants and opened the door. Before he had a chance to say hello, his neighbor moved up to him, stood about two inches from his face, and began to scream angrily. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING NOW, JASPER!" The young woman screamed. "DO I HAVE TO CALL THE POLICE AGAIN?" Jasper was taken aback. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He responded in a confused manner. She began berating him again, this time in a softer tone. "Enough with the satanic shit in this neighborhood," she replied. "First I catch you slaughtering screaming pigs in the back yard, and now you throw some fucking pagan amulet through my window, not to mention at one in the morning? You're gonna pay for the repairs." Now even more confused, Jasper responded. "The pigs were one thing, but I never threw a fucking amulet through your window!" Stephanie swiftly reached into her pocket and pulled out the Heart of Damballa. Jasper instantly turned white, his heart sinking deep into his chest. "One minute," he exclaimed. "I need to go check on something. He slammed the door in her face and ran to the basement. The doll was gone and the window was open. He began to shake. He ran back up the stairs and to the door as fast as he possibly could. He swung the door open, but Stephanie was nowhere to be found. He ran out the door and to her house, banging on the door. She opened almost instantly. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" Jasper stormed into the house. "No time to explain, but you're in great danger." Stephanie rolled her eyes. "What is it now?" She asked. He was silent for a moment, then began to speak. "Ok, you're not going to believe me because you already think I'm a total fruitcake, but my older brother was murdered last year by a doll possessed by the spirit of a serial killer. I got the doll and tried to resurrect him to enact my revenge, and I think he's in your house now." Stephanie was speechless for a moment. "You're a fucking psychopath," she responded. "I'm calling the police." Jasper realized he wouldn't be able to convince her, so he began to search her house while she stormed off and called the police in the kitchen. As he scoured the living room, he could hear Stephanie on the phone in the other room. "I need the police here immediately!" She yelled. "My psycho neighbor has broken into my house." Immediately following this sentence, Jasper heard a maniacal laugh followed by Stephanie's scream. It sounded like she was being strangled. Jasper ran to the kitchen and found Stephanie, blue in the face, being strangled by the phone cord. On her shoulders was Chucky. Stephanie fell hard, smashing her head open on the kitchen counter. Jasper stood there in complete shock as Chucky dismounted Stephanie's lifeless shoulders and approached him. "You look oddly familiar," Chucky exclaimed. "Thanks for bringing me back." Jasper was still speechless. He never expected the chant to work. "You killed my brother..." he responded in a detached tone. "And now I'm going to kill you, Chucky." Chucky laughed maniacally. “Good luck, buddy,” he sneered. “Judging by the looks of you, you’re just another pathetic goth kid. Your brother was no different.” Jasper pulled his ritual voodoo knife and lunged at Chucky, pathetically missing and falling to the ground, sending the knife flying through the air. The knife planted itself in Jasper’s back like a spear, resulting in a blood-curdling scream. Chucky laughed again, this time almost on the verge of tears. “You make this too easy,” he said, climbing on Jasper’s back. In a swift motion, Chucky pulled the knife from Jasper’s back and stabbed him repeatedly, laughing even more as the knife drained the life from his body. Jasper was dead. Chucky examined the bloody knife. “I haven’t seen one of these in a while…”

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Part 2:

Officer Johnson and Officer Wick were in their police cruiser when the radio sounded. “WE HAVE A HOME INTRUDER ON 1428 ELM. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.” They flipped on their sirens to respond to the call and sped towards the house. When they arrived, the front door was wide open. “Wick,” Johnson said, “you go around back, I’ll take the front of the house.” The two officers exited the car with Wick going around the back of the house and Johnson approaching the open front door. Johnson pulled his gun and slowly entered the house. “SPD, come out with your hands up!” His voice echoed throughout the empty house. “JOHNSON,” Wick screamed, “you’re gonna wanna see this. Prepare yourself!” Johnson entered the kitchen to find Wick as pale as a ghost. On the floor were the two mutilated bodies. Chucky was nowhere to be found. “You think he’s back?” Wick asked. Johnson Sighed. “Can’t that motherfucker just leave our town alone? Call the station. Tell them Krueger’s back, and keep it quiet. The last thing we need is more panic in this town. That only leads to more dead teenagers.” Wick didn’t follow Johnson’s orders, and by that night, fear once again reigned in Springwood. Freddy was back, or so it was thought amongst the community. Chucky, however, was oblivious to the situation. He only had one goal, and that was transferring his soul to a human body. Two days of police investigations rendered Chucky unable to leave the house undetected. By the time the police were gone, he was already turning human. He knew he had to act fast. Under the cover of darkness, he left the house, crossed the street, and entered the open first-story window of the adjacent house. Remaining undetected, he noticed a lanky, gruff-looking teenage boy asleep in front of the living room TV. “Bingo,” he snarled under his breath. He crept to the kitchen of the house, opened the drawer, and found a roll of duct tape. He returned to the living room and silently began restraining the sleeping boy, taping him to the chair he was sleeping in. The kid was out cold, so Chucky pulled out the amulet and began the chant. “Ade due Damballa, give me the power I beg…” Chucky was cut off and startled by the boy beginning to violently shake. Out of nowhere, four deep slash marks appeared on the boy’s chest. He soon stopped moving, dead. “What the fuck?” Chucky inquired in a somewhat fearful and shaky voice. “I’ve seen some shit, but nothing like this before.” Chucky was deeply confused, and began to feel drowsy. “Fuck,” he said as he yawned, “I’m really turning human now. Talk about the worst place for this to happen.” That’s when everything faded to black. When Chucky “awoke,” he stood up, taken aback by his height. He looked down. He had a human body, that of Charles Lee Ray. He was utterly confused but somewhat relieved by this, however, he had no idea where he was. He appeared to be in an abandoned boiler room.

[Spanky]

Oh man, I'll have to check these out when I get some downtime today. Looking forward to it.

[AlmightyDamballa]

Part 3:

Charles began to search the area, trying desperately to find an exit, but to no avail. Behind him, he heard the eerie sound of a child's voice. "One, two, Freddy's coming for you." He whipped his head around and gazed at the source of the voice. It was a little girl in a white dress with a jump rope. As soon as he laid eyes on her, she vanished. "What the fuck is going on here?" He muttered under his breath. Suddenly, the dark boiler room lit up with an eerie red glow. Out from behind a boiler came a scrawny man in a tattered Christmas sweater and fedora. His face was horribly burnt and disfigured, and on his right hand was a glove with knives protruding from four of the five fingers. "You have resurrected my soul from the bowels of hell," the man said, "and for that I have to thank you." Charles responded. "Who the fuck are you?" He snarled. The man cackled and then replied. "I'm your worst nightmare, Chucky. You may be nearly immortal in the real world, but in my realm, you're just a pathetic human soul. I could squash you like a bug right now, but I won't. I see potential in you. Together we could once again strike fear into the heart of Springwood." Chucky quickly retorted. "And what if I refuse?" Freddy snarled back. "Then I will rip your soul in two..."

[Spanky]

Just got some time to read these and I am loving it so far. Liked the throwback to Damien from "Bride of Chucky". Good job man.