If you haven't read 'Niece Of Chucky,' you might be a little confused with the references in this story. So, if you haven't read it, go read it first and then come back to read the sequel.

A few years had gone by ever since Madison had killed her own uncle. Only a year after his death, enough was enough of living with her psychotic aunt and the twins. She was tired of Glenda waking her up in the middle of the night by just staring at her with an emotionless expression, almost as if she could kill her with her own eyes. Glen was just too...clingy. Heck, if it wasn't Glenda waking her up, it was Glen begging her to check the closet for Chucky or to ask if she could sleep with him, which would always result to her waking up in the morning pushed off the bed while Glen laid sprawled out and tangled in the blankets.
Enough was enough.
Five years since Chucky's death.
Madison sat in her room with a small black backpack that held some clothes, money, a few necklaces her aunt had given her, a pocket knife and...the doll.
The doll that her uncle had once put her into.
She hated that doll. In fact, she was going to burn it once she left. She knew if Chucky was going to come back, he was going to have a hard time finding her and the doll. She looked around her room.
There was still a hole in the wall from when Chucky had tried to stab her and purple curtains had replaced the door that was kicked down. Her walls were bland, nothing on them. Nothing had really changed.
She felt something nudge at her leg. When she looked down, her beagle, Ruby, was staring right back at her. Ruby was...an interesting dog. She used to be a small mutt that would never leave her side: but when Chucky killed her and converted her soul into a stuffed dog. Madison loved dogs more than anything, so when Tiffany told her she had gotten Ruby a new body, she nearly burst out in tears of sadness right in front of Tiffany.
"What is it, girl?" She asked quietly while petting under the dog's snout, her fur was not too soft but not too rough either. The dog just stared at Madison, almost as if she were begging for something. Maddie knew that look, she smiled a bit.
"You wanna come, don't ya? Well...if— when Chucky comes back...I know for sure he will kill you..." she paused.
"...Alright. You can come." The dog barked happily, her long tail began to wag rapidly and she began to jump up on Madison.
The girl laughed a bit, now she had the perfect escape plan.
"Come on, Ruby...let's get outta here..." she whispered. The duo walked out of her room and quietly went downstairs. Madison quickly grabbed Ruby's leash and hooked it onto her collar, then the two out the house, never returning.

I apologize for it being short but...hhhh I'm kinda on writers block for horror- I'm more involved in my Bendy and the ink machine book.