Chapter One:

Fifteen year-old Alexandra Vickerman couldn't help but cry at the end of the movie Seed of Chucky. She was a little embarrassed considering that Seed of Chucky was the biggest box office flop out of the whole Child's Play franchise, but in her opinion, how Tiffany dumped Chucky during the climax of the film had to have been the worst break-up imaginable. Here Chucky was trying to make the family whole again, and Tiffany decides to leave him for fame and for fortune!

During the credits where a cover version of Blondie's song "One Way or Another" is playing while characters of the film are being flashed across the T.V. screen along with their actor's names, Alexandra burst into a series of mortified giggles while salty tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She was completely flabbergasted. She couldn't believe that Chucky and Tiffany's relationship went from Bride of Chucky to Seed of Chucky. In Bride of Chucky, Tiffany was romantic and Chucky really was in love with her. The two were a great pair, a perfect match! Why did Tiffany have to ruin all of that?!

Alexandra frantically clicked off the movie and tossed the remote across the room. She thought that when this movie came out it would be good, but no! It had to be stupid and ruin Chucky and Tiffany's love for each other completely! She really regretted watching Seed of Chucky.

She really loved Chucky and Tiffany together. They were Alexandra's absolute favourite couple in the entire world! She would do anything to help them find love again.

Wait… she could!

Alexandra Vickerman could do just about anything… even if it meant reigniting the spark of a broken marriage.

Do you want to know why?

Well… because Alexandra Vickerman was a… a witch.

That's right, a witch! The kind of witch that casts spells, wears black clothing, cooks meals and potions in a cauldron, owns a black cat, and flies around on a broomstick.

No, I'm totally kidding about that last part. Alexandra doesn't fly around on a broomstick! She does everything else on the list, though. Despite her young age, she was a master at The Craft.

Alexandra thought that it would be a good time to work her magic since her parents weren't around.

She grimaced at a sudden reminisce. The Vickerman's were never around.

There were days when Alexandra's parents would just return home late – and then there were other days when they would just not return home, at all. And sometimes, there were days when they would not return home for months, leaving teenage Alexandra to fend for herself and teach herself all there was to be learnt for the sake of her education. After all, it wasn't like the Vickerman's ever had enough money to pay for their only daughter's schooling and future. They were both too busy getting wasted at random parties, robbing banks, and getting higher than the Empire State Building every single night!

Before she could have a total meltdown, Alexandra pushed the thought of both of her parents to the back of her mind. She had better things to worry about… like Chucky and Tiffany, for example!

Alexandra made her way down into the basement. It was a fairly large room with chipped, light blue floors and awful grey wallpaper with flowers decorated all over. It was peeling and started to smell of mold. But that was nothing compared to the backroom. She switched on the light, shedding it's fluorescents over broken toys, old family albums, spare dishes and cutlery, aging books, VHS movies from twenty years ago, demolished furniture, and holiday decorations. Holiday decorations were where Alexandra was headed.

Alexandra dodged old toys lying on the ground and climbed over heaps of just plain junk until she reached the Halloween cartons on the other side of the hoarded room.

She began un-stacking cartons and opening them up, rummaging through costumes and a few voodoo dolls until she found the dolls that she was really looking for:

Chucky and Tiffany.

The inanimate pair looked great – shiny and new looking just like the first time she had laid her eyes on the dolls.

Once she realized how much of an obsession she had with Chucky and his bride, Alexandra went searching for her very own Chucky and Tiffany dolls. She had found them at some Halloween novelty store at the mall and paid for them with the very money that she worked so very hard to earn. Hey, it wasn't like the Vickerman's were ever going to buy a pair of dolls for their only daughter.

Alexandra reached down and pulled the dolls out of the carton very gently. She wrapped each of her arms around their petite bodies with a certain degree of love and pride, and then made her way back upstairs after the trauma of having to dig herself out of her parent's little "landfill".

The inanimate Chucky and Tiffany were lying in the middle of Alexandra's bedroom floor with two Wiccan pentacles neatly drawn beneath their lifeless bodies. Alexandra was standing over them, preparing for the ritual.

"I hope I can recite Chucky's chant properly." Alexandra anticipated aloud. She knew that if she didn't get the chant right, there would be no marriage to save.

Alexandra was wearing a black satin gown which trailed behind her like a wedding veil whenever she walked. Her long, auburn hair was tied back into a scalp-tearing bun and black make-up caked her naturally pretty face.

She liked wearing the obscure make-up. She didn't always wear make-up, but whenever she did, she did mostly for her Wiccan rituals. She liked to think of the paint as a certain mask – her witch mask. It always made Alexandra feel powerful and confident whenever she cast spells.

It was almost time for the chant. She just had to wait until the orange ball of the sun descended behind the horizon.

Alexandra liked to wait until dusk fell. She always thought that the spells came out effortlessly whenever she was blanketed in total darkness.

When the sun finally went down, Alexandra lit all of the black candles that bordered the perimeter of her bedroom.

She chose the color black for the candles because black symbolized death and resurrection – and resurrection was what she was aiming for. After all, her main goal was to resurrect Chucky and Tiffany into new bodies and a new, healthy marriage.

When all of the candles were lit, blinking their red and blue flames, Alexandra knelt before the resting dolls and began to recite Chucky's signature chant.

Storm clouds, white lightening bolts, and heavy rain began to form outside. The candles all around Alexandra began to flicker violently, threatening to go out on her.

"Ade Due Damballa, give me the power, I beg of you! Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte. Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Mortiesma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette. Endenlieu pour de boisette Damballa. Awake!"

The unexpected tedious weather faded the second Alexandra finished her chanting.

Alexandra took a deep breath and waited to see if she had recited the words correctly.

Jennifer Tilly's House

Las Angeles, California:

"Glenda, I want you to actually eat your breakfast this morning. You're a little underweight and I would like you to gain." Jennifer Tilly told her daughter, Glenda Tilly. The famous actress was just being her usual self:

An old, certified mother hen.

Glenda just scoffed and stabbed at her eggs and toast as if she were murdering someone. Jennifer bit her lower lip. She hated it when her daughter acted like this. It was as if she was acting like… her father.

Her father was Charles Lee Ray, the notorious Lakeshore Strangler who Glenda's twin brother, Glen, killed by axing every single limb off of his body.

That was years ago, and Glen and Glenda's souls were both sharing the exact same doll body at the time. When the real Jennifer Tilly gave birth to two twins, Tiffany – yeah, the homicidal wife of Chucky the Killer Doll – was able to transfer both of their souls into Jennifer Tilly's twin babies. With Glen/Glenda being slightly older than a baby that day, and with Tiffany transferring their souls into the babies, neither of them remembers their father or what he did. They didn't even remember their mother as being Tiffany Ray! She described the whole ordeal as her children starting a new life, and with the both of them actually acknowledging each other's existence.

Tiffany was very happy about the new situation her and her children were in. They were finally given the chance to start fresh and forget all about, Chucky. Well, for Tiffany and Glen, anyway – with her having been able to transfer her own soul into Jennifer Tilly's body and become fully human again. It wasn't like Glenda knew him very well. After all, Glen took up the doll body most of the twins' lives.

But not everything was one-hundred percent perfect in the Tilly household. Despite the fresh start, Tiffany would always be reminded of her past lover every single time she would look at Glenda. She had his flaming red hair, cold blue eyes, and sadistic ways. She was like him in everyway imaginable, and Tiffany didn't think she could go on much more with Glenda's constant abuse towards animals. Those were the early signs of a blooming serial killer, for Christ sake!

As Tiffany/Jennifer cracked some fresh eggs into a sizzling pan, she began to feel a bit light-headed.

She gripped her forehead and wobbled a few steps back, away from the pan. She groaned, feeling as if she was about to vomit.

"Mummy, are you, alright?" Glen asked his mother, blinking his large, blue marbles in concern for her well-being.

"Yeah, honey, I'm okay. I just feel a little nauseas all of the sudden." Tiffany/Jennifer explained to her son. She could see out of the corners of her green eyes that Glenda was staring at her with a hint of curiosity on her face.

Tiffany/Jennifer began to resume preparing the eggs when she started to lose full advantage of her vision. She backed fully away from the stove and began to hobble around the dining room where her children sat and ate their breakfast. She felt sick. Her stomach began to churn. She felt as if she was… fading away to nothing, like her soul was being summoned right out of her body.

"Mummy, what's the matter with you! Why are you acting that way? Please tell us, Mummy! Please!" Glen exclaimed. His sister could see that he was on the verge of tears.

What a baby. She thought in disgust.

Glen and Glenda allowed a blood-curling scream to escape their lips as their mother came crashing down onto the breakfast table.

"Mummy! Mummy! Oh, god, please, mummy, get up!" Glen cried hysterically for his mother. Tears began to streak down his cheeks.

Glenda, all calm and collected, walked over to their mother's still body and checked her pulse. There was no heartbeat jumping against her fingers.

Their mother was dead.

Alexandra gasped when the body of Tiffany began to twitch at the arms.

Was the spell working?

Alexandra watched the bodies of the Chucky and Tiffany dolls intently. They were now both jerking their bodies about! They were coming to life right before her very eyes!

Alexandra was getting very excited. She began to hop up and down on the spot, clapping both of her hands together.

Tiffany was the first to bolt upright. Her eyes no longer appeared painted on. They looked real! They were shiny and moving. Red veins began to race towards the irises.

Chucky sat up a few moments later, the same transformation engulfing his phony appearance and turning it human-like.

The couple's hair gleamed with life, their skin looked soft and healthily flushed, and their eyes both expressed emotion.

They were alive!