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twyz · 2 years

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Guilt.

A little fic based on these headcanons I made for Andy!!

Warning(s): mentions of/implied PTSD, major survivors guilt, death, Chucky (I think that says enough as is), swearing most likely, alcohol (no abuse of it, but it's there) and overall sad stuff

Genre: hurt/comfort with eventual fluff!!

I'm also on mobile so I hope to God that my formatting isn't shit nsjsnsn

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Andy Barclay is a name known by few and it's almost always for the wrong reasons. As a child, he was constantly passed around from foster home to foster home due to his "violent history". His "history" isn't his fault. It's all that damn doll's fault.

That doll was a dream come true when he was six years old, but now... God now he's miserable because of him. Every part of his waking life is spent tracking down the man who had ruined his and countless other's lives. This would've never happened if he just kept his mouth shut about that fucking doll.

Shit, he couldn't even be sent away to military school without that thing following him!!

He watched so many innocent people die at Chucky's plastic hands, but honestly, he couldn't help but see Chucky's hands as his own. Time and time again, he ruined relationship after relationship because either someone was killed or he had pushed them away for their safety. No matter how he put it, it was his fault.

It would always be his fault.

After all this time, he was surprised there was still someone who loved him. That person was Kyle Simpson, his older sister. She watched her parents die at Chucky's hands, hell, she was even held at knife point by the doll! She knew what he was like and what he was capable of. The only reason she knew, however, is because of Andy...

Of course it was...

How she doesn't despise him is honestly beyond him. If some kid who just started living with him brought along a killer doll who killed my foster family, he'd surely hate them. However, at the same time he'd feel bad. He'd pity the kid for having to deal with that, and he figured that's the only reason Kyle was still around. Cuz she pitied him. That's it.

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Andy had been now sitting on the couch for over an hour just staring at the ceiling of his cabin, swallowed by his thoughts. They raged inside him, screaming at an aching pitch and telling him how horrible of a person he was. He couldn't help but agree with them. He had been for the last 20 years, so he definitely couldn't stop now. He was alone. Kyle was coming home from work in about 30 minutes and well.. she was honestly the only thing keeping him sane.

The silence had become deafening now. The thoughts in his mind were starting to get louder somehow, so loud to the point where he could feel a headache forming. He sighed as he got up and trudged to the kitchen. Of course he couldn't do this peacefully since our favorite garbage pail kid was there. Well only his head. As soon as he saw him, he smirked a bit.

"Hey sour puss, what's with the face?"

Andy didn't even look at him. He just kept walking, which surprised Chucky a smidge. Oftentimes, Andy would either glare at him or return the snarky comment, but he didn't say anything, much less acknowledged him. Now he knew he was in a bad mood.

"Wowww, giving me the silent treatment huh? And here I thought we were friends," Chucky commented sarcastically.

"Fuck off, Chucky, I'm not in the mood.." Andy finally responded, now shuffling through shelves in the fridge.

"Yeah, I picked up on that," Chucky retorted.

Andy picked up a can of beer and walked out of the kitchen and back to the couch. He sat down before opening the can and taking a swig. The thoughts seemed to become quieter. He sighed in relief as he slowly became less tense.

God, did he hate this. He hated himself and he hated the danger he carried with him. He hated the pain he unintentionally inflicted upon others. He hated Chucky. Lord, did he hate Chucky. If he hadn't wanted a good guy doll on such short notice.. if he had been greatful.. if..

If...

If....

Suddenly the sounds of the front door unlocking could be heard. Kyle was home at long last. Had 30 minutes really passed that fast? Andy stopped staring at the ceiling and looked at the door as it opened, presenting his sister.

"Hey," She greeted him calmly.

"Yo, how was work?" He asked, beyond thankful for her arrival.

"It was.. Work. It was god awfully slow and there was no busy work for me to do, so it went even slower," She was taking off her scarf and leather jacket, hanging it on the coatrack besides the door as she spoke.

Unbeknownst to him, Andy was starting to zone out as she spoke. He began succumbing to his thoughts once again. They started back at the 'if-statements' once again and they kept getting worse and worse.

"Andy?" Kyle had noticed him zoning out. Despite probably her best judgement, she looked at the doll on the table.

"Is he okay?"

"Who knows. He's had a look for the past two hours and has just been staring at the fuckin' ceiling. I think he's started seeing things." Chucky chuckled at his own remark. Some comedian he is.

Kyle immediately knew what was happening and picked up the head, walking over to the vault.

"Wait, whaddid I do??"

"Nothing yet, I just don't need your shitty comments while I talk to him,"

"Shitty comments? I'm sorry you see my commentary as shitty, but I think my advice is great!"

Kyle shook her head as she put the head in the vault, locking it up for the time being. Apart from not needing his comments, she knew what it would do to Andy of Chucky saw him too vulnerable. He'd be destroyed in a way no one else but the two of them would understand.

"Andy, kid, you're zoning out again. What's up with you?" This finally got his attention.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean you're acting... Odd.. Did something happen while I was gone?"

"No no, nothing happened. Just got too quiet, you know how it is," Andy partially lied. It was only partial however because the quiet does bring out the thoughts, but him and her both knew there was more too it.

"..I know that's not it, Andy," She gently pressed on, joining him on the couch.

Now he faltered. While he was cold on the outside, Andy has always been incredibly intimidated by Kyle. He never thought that she'd hurt him or anything, but her calm demeanor yet demanding stance that she somewhat had from when they were kids still prevailed and it never failed to make Andy nervous in one way or another.

"I um,, I've just been getting wrapped up in my thoughts again," Now he was being honest. A small, yet brave, step in the right direction.

"What kinds of thoughts?" Kyle asked gently.

"....guilty thoughts.."

"Guilty?" Now Kyle was concerned. She knew her brother, and while he is someone with a very much so working conscience, a guilty one is one that he lacked most days. There isn't much that he regrets doing, but Kyle still had an idea of where this was going to go.

"I've been thinking about them... Those kids from decades ago.. your parents.. I've been thinking bout' them.." Andy's eyes were fixed on the can in his hands. His hands were gripping it tightly. It showed how genuinely hesitant he was to talk about this.

"Andy..." Kyle's demeanor became soft almost immediately. She was right.. he was feeling guilty for killing them as if he had killed them himself.

"I feel... So fucking bad... Sometimes I wish it were me, Kyle.. I don't want to be dead, because then I wouldn't have you but..." He stopped, his voice now becoming shakey.

"..But you wish it was you so they could be alive right now.. don't you?" Kyle finished his statement for him.

Andy couldn't say anything, so he nodded in response. Tears began bubbling at the corners of his eyes. She was right, she always was. Kyle was always the type of person that could read anyone like a book, especially Andy. That's her little brother for God's sake, of course she could.

Once she had noticed the tears, it was almost like a switch got flipped in her brain. Kyle suddenly pulled Andy into a tight hug and didn't let go.

"It's not your fault."

The tears bubbled over like a boiling pot and started flowing like a highly distressed river. Andy just couldn't hold himself back as he damn there wailed. He clumsily put down the beer can and held onto Kyle for dear life.

Kyle held onto him just as tight, rubbing his quivering back gently as Andy sobbed into her shoulder. She couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was reduced to painful babbling due to how distressed his thoughts had made him, and it made her wonder how he kept himself so composed for so long. Poor guy...

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The rest of the night was just them talking about random things to keep Andy's mind at bay. After a while they even brought Chucky's head back out so they could taunt him for a while, you know, normal sibling activities. They were a good duo for each other. They were each other's support system in their times of crisis, and they're the only real family for each other. They're gonna go far, despite the ginger gremlin trying to prove otherwise.

They'll be okay.

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OH MY GOOOOOOD THAT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE,, I hope it was at least enjoyable!! I know it's super sad, but I promise happier stuff is coming soon!! Also!! Super sorry if there are any mistakes, it's like 11:30 at night and I don't feel like correcting anything shsnsn

#twyz #andy barclay #kyle simpson #alex vincent #christine elise #hurt/comfort #first fanfic!!#wow!!#not really #but its the first one i posted!!#i hope the length doesnt make it too unenjoyable!!#chucky #charles lee ray #childs play #bride of chucky #chucky series #cult of chucky

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