Chucky x Final Destination AU! (Part1)
It all started with a teenage Lucas Wheeler. He had a premonition, a vision of the horrific deaths of himself, his classmates, and everyone else on the plane. His best friend, his bully, his bully's girlfriend, the class idiot... Everyone. Everyone died in his.. dream.. and he saved six of them... He wished he just let himself and everyone else die that day. He wouldn't have had to face the burden of trying to save them all, only to see them all die one by one anyways.
Then, he met Mary. A sweet, artistic, happy girl who lived one day at a time doing what she loved without a care in the world. Even though they were only in their mid-twenties when they met, she had already made peace with death. "It's inevitable! No one lives forever. Everyone's gonna die eventually, right? Why be afraid of something that you'll never be able to change?" He could vividly recall her saying to him.
She was so.. carefree. How she was so was beyond Lucas' understanding, but he loved her for it. He loved her ability to be at constant peace, no matter where they were. Even though he never understood or felt that feeling for himself, he could always be noticeably relaxed with her. It was like the burden of being the 'psycho live-saver' wasn't ever a thing whenever he was with her. Lucas was just Lucas. Lucas was just a slightly paranoid man with a loving wife.. and a baby on the way...?
His paranoia came creeping back when Mary told him she was pregnant. Him being a future dad wasn't the part he was worried about, though. It was the fact that he couldn't protect his kid from death like he wanted to. He needed to provide for his family. He couldn't be home all the time to make sure death didn't come for his kid. He also couldn't just let Mary stay home with the baby, because that'd prevent her from doing the art she's passionate about, which was one of the things Lucas loved most about her.
Throughout Mary's pregnancy, Lucas's mental health deteriorated due to his increasingly horrible paranoia. SIDS, shaken baby syndrome, birth defects, born pre-term, infections, and accidental drownings. There are so many ways a baby could die, some of them unpreventable. It got to the point where the further along Mary became with the pregnancy, the less Lucas wanted her to leave the house. The few times he did let her leave without giving her trouble for it were whenever she had an appointment. Even then, Mary did not take a single step out of the house until he made sure that the car was in perfect working order. At the doctor's office, he removed/turned off everything that could potentially hurt Mary and/or the baby.
Mary, as much as it broke her heart, had to watch as Lucas was taken away by police as she was being loaded onto a stretcher in the ER due to being in active labor. He was refusing to let her go to the ER out of sheer fear that she and the baby would somehow die. A neighbor had called 911 and told them that their erratic next-door neighbor wasn't letting his pregnant wife go to the hospital and deliver their baby. She went through the entirety of her labor and the birthing process without her husband and father of her baby. She had to forge his name on her new baby boy's birth certificate because the police were trying to hold him down as nurses tried to sedate him.
While Mary and her new son, Jakob Maddison Wheeler, were discharged to go home, Lucas was being kept on the psychiatric floor of the hospital. He calmed down a considerable amount once he was informed that both Mary and Jake were both alive and had made it home safe and sound, but his worries still lingered in his brain. After all, anything could happen when he wasn't there to protect them. He was in the psychiatric floor for another two weeks before being deemed sane enough to be discharged.
His relationship with both Mary and Baby Jake suffered greatly from his outburst. Mary was too scared to be around him, and she refused to let him be anywhere near Jake until he got some help. She went as far as to completely move both herself and Jake out and lived with Lucas's twin brother, Logan, his wife, Bree, and their 3-month-old baby boy, Junior. It took Lucas a long time to go get professional help, and an even longer time for him to actually accept the advice he was being given by his therapist. By the time he was mostly okay, Jake was 3 months old and was starting to smile and laugh. He was even starting to recognize his own name.
It took another two months for Mary to move herself and Jake, who was then five months old, back in with Lucas. Due to how much time he missed, Lucas felt a bit of a disconnect from his son. When Jake was around 1 year old, the relationship between Mary and Lucas had mostly recovered, but wasn't at the same level as it was before the pregnancy. It didn't help that Lucas was still feeling disconnected from Jake. He took care of him and played with him with a smile, but something was missing. Something… important.
The more time that had passed, Lucas had calmed down… for the most part. He could still get insanely protective and kept everything baby-proofed up until Jake turned ten years old. Though the disconnect between the two was growing as Jake was becoming more and more like Mary every day. He was absolutely nothing like Lucas, except for the fact that he was born blonde, which was quickly fading into a dark brown as he aged, like Lucas when he was a kid. He even had his mother's thick curls. Lucas would occasionally joke with Mary that she was the only person in the room when Jake was conceived, due to how little the kid resembled him.
Then, when Jake was 13 years old, Mary died. Lightning struck a tree she was driving next to, causing it to fall onto her car and instantly kill her. A freak accident, they said… Yeah right. There was no such thing as freak accidents. That was simply Death's way of telling him that he'd get him someday, and he'd start by killing his family.
Lucas gave up after that. Deciding to just drown his sorrows with whiskey, he lost most of his care for everything. He could barely look at his own son for more than a couple of seconds because of how much he looked like his mother. He refused to go into Jake's room when he was working on his art. Seeing him so passionate about it made him look even more like her, if that was even possible.
After a year had passed, things still hadn't progressed on Death's side. His son was still alive, and so was he. Noticing this only kept him more suspicious. Death doesn't take this long to make his rounds unless he has other people on his list. But who would it be? The rest of the 180 survivors are dead. He's he only one left. What's taking him so long? "Morning, Dad..." Jake said groggily as he walked towards the kitchen, startling his father out of his trance. Letting out a sigh, he mumbled a greeting to Jake before following him into the kitchen.
"... You okay? You're not usually like this in the mornings..." Lucas said softly as he examined his teenager. "Yeah... Just feel a little weird right now." Jake mumbled back as he poured himself a bowl of cereal and went into the fridge to get the milk. Jake looked... off... when he went to get the milk. It was like he was moving in slow motion. Jake stared at the jug for a few seconds before turning it to look at the expiration date. It had expired two days ago. With a shudder, he threw it out, shook his head a bit, and went to his room to eat his dry cereal.
