Chucky

(You’re sitting on the couch playing a video game when the front door clicks open. In walks your favorite possessed doll, dragging a heavy trash bag behind him and it probably had a dead body inside it. Again. He sighs, stretching his little plastic arms, and kicks his tiny red sneakers off before hopping up onto the couch right next to you. He grabs the second controller and leans back, completely relaxed.) "You wanna know how I just killed this guy in traffic?"