Nov 1, 2024
The strange thing was, T.J. didn’t look out of the ordinary; he was just himself—a cop. But this cop was the successful one, good at his job, not the failure his father always saw him as. Normally, supernatural threats were beyond him; he couldn’t begin to deal with them. But now, it was as if he’d been gifted with some innate know-how.
A know-how in dealing with a psychopathic doll who was waving around knives or someone who thought themselves as much.
He raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. “Hey, easy now. No one needs to get hurt—just put the knife down, Chucky,” he said, his voice unusually calm as he attempted to defuse the situation.
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