[ First Person POV ]
[ 43 minutes later ]
She agreed to come with me, which honestly wasn't surprising, but still a win. I half expected her to stick with Chucky, but hey, who am I to argue with this outcome?
Chucky also agreed to my deals. The first, of course, was Tiffany. The second was for him to imprint himself into three other Good Guy dolls, which I'd then place in different locations. I explained how I'd be watching through them at the same time with a spell I created. It's called Eye Spy—I know, great name. Basically, it lets me see through their perspective. No one can sense it unless they're strong enough or have serious skills in magic or have a good intuition.
Now here we are, in my car, Tiffany in the backseat while Chucky sits shotgun. Tiffany's looking around with wide eyes, taking in every inch of the car. To them, this ride probably looks like something out of the future.
I broke the silence, glancing at Chucky while speeding down the road. Rain pattered against the windshield, the headlights cutting through the dark.
"Alright, let me explain this again just for you to not forgethow this is gonna work. When we get to my place, I'm giving you the three Good Guy dolls. You'll do that little chanting ritual of yours, bring them to life, and then I'll teleport those dolls to the locations I need covered. One of your duplicates will be scouting each spot, looking for anything odd inside. Just a heads-up—there's a chance one of them might get eaten , or worse, tortured to insane."
I was passive, eyes still on the road. "When the business is done, I'll give you your new body and Don't worry, it's a good one. Guy's good loking, a real piece of work. He's tried to kidnap a kid so I nabbed him and took him back to my place. In fact, I've got him stashed in my dungeon right now. Been saving him for some late-night torture sessions when I get bored."
Chucky turned his head, giving me the kind of look you only throw at a complete lunatic. Then, like it was nothing, his expression shifted back to bored indifference. His tone was calm, almost curious.
"Why me? There's gotta be a ton of people who could do better than me."
I let out a chuckle, tapping the steering wheel with one hand. it's cus you're expendable. And you know how to piss people off. That's a useful skill."
Chucky didn't argue. He just went quiet, staring out the window. From his l seat, he barely had a good view, but the blur of streetlights and the way the car handled—faster and smoother than anything he'd ever been in, kept his attention.
Meanwhile, Tiffany sat in the back, watching TV on the small screen on the on the headrest on the back. She was watching some old horror movie from this year.
"I hate the 2000s so fricking much," I muttered looking forward while driving. "But I guess it's still better than the '90s.
I finally reached my place and pulled into the underground garage. The engine cut off with a low growl, and I slipped off my seatbelt. Glancing at the two in silence, I smirked.
"Well, come on. Let's go."
They both climbed out, curiosity written all over their faces. Tiffany's heels clicked against the polished concrete as her eyes darted from one sleek car to another, practically sparkling. Chucky hopped down from the passenger seat, his plastic head swiveling around like a bobblehead in awe.
Their amazement was expected. It was the year 2000, technology and architecture like this weren't supposed to exist yet. Hell, not even by 2025 would anyone dream of a place like this. Watching their expressions was almost more entertaining than showing it off.
We headed toward the exit, their attention glued to every detail of my garage. The moment we stepped inside the building and reached the living room, Tiffany actually stopped in her tracks. To them, it was like stepping into the future.
When I got to the center of the room, I turned to face them, my tone calm and matter-of-fact.
"Alright. First things first—I'll show Tiffany to her room. After that, you can both explore the place. This is where you're going to live from now on."
Tiffany nodded quickly, clearly thrilled. Her lips curled into a smile as she suddenly asked, "What about my things in my trailer?"
I answered without hesitation. "Already taken care of. Everything's been prepared in your new room. It's tailored just for you. Come on, I'll show you."
Then I shifted my gaze to Chucky. "As for you, Charles… no good room for you yet. You'll be crashing in the living room. Hope that's fine."
Chucky stared at me for a second, then raised his little plastic hand and flipped me the bird. "Fuck you," he muttered flatly.
I just gave him a nod, completely unfazed. He'd be dead sooner or later, so I wasn't bothered.
"Alright then," I continued, clapping my hands once. "First stop—Tiffany's room. Let's go."
Tiffany practically bounced with excitement as she followed me, the anticipation clear on her face. Chucky, meanwhile, trailed behind, eyeing the hallways with suspicion. To both of them, the layout probably felt like a maze, but to me it was simple enough.
We stopped at a door labeled Tiffany's Room. I turned the handle and pushed it open.
The look on their faces was priceless. Chucky, for once, was at a loss for words, staring wide-eyed at the interior. Tiffany froze, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes shimmering with disbelief.
Her old trailer was nothing compared to this. This was hers—a beautiful, modern, lavish space created just for her. She was utterly shocked, overjoyed, and overwhelmed all at once.
For Tiffany, this wasn't just a room. It was a dream come true—a fresh start she didn't know she wanted until now.
I shut the door behind her, letting her enjoy it, and continued toward the basement. Chucky trailed after me, muttering in disbelief.
"Holy shit, man… this place is insane. I've killed a lot of people back when I was still human, seen plenty of rich folks with their fancy houses—but never anything like this. This is… this is some Back to the Future shit."
He kept rambling, eyes darting across every futuristic surface, every impossibly advanced detail. I only half-listened, growing slightly annoyed. When he finally quieted down, I answered without breaking stride.
"You wouldn't get it. Just… call it magic and leave it at that. Now come on."
We reached the basement door, and as it opened, Chucky's jaw dropped again. Weapons lined the walls—guns, knives, explosives, every tool of death imaginable. To him, it must have felt like paradise.
I rolled my eyes at his reaction and walked straight to the center of the room. Laid out on the ground before us were three Good Guy dolls. My eyes narrowed slightly.
"Let's just hope this idiot doesn't try anything stupid," I thought to myself.
Sure enough, I noticed Chucky's gaze flick toward one of the guns. Just as his hand twitched, preparing to make a move, time itself froze. In an instant, I was next to him. With no hesitation, I snapped one of his doll fingers clean back.
The moment time resumed, Chucky collapsed to his knees, screaming in agony, clutching his tiny plastic hand.
I looked down at him, my voice calm but laced with menace.
"Know your place, bug. In my house, you follow my rules. Break them, and I'll show you a fate worse than death. The only reason you're not already a stain on my floor is because you're useful. Get that through your thick little head."
Chucky glared up at me, seething with rage but holding himself back. Pain and fury burned in his plastic eyes, but beneath it, I could see the caution taking root.
I crossed my arms, gesturing to the dolls laid out before us.
"Now… get to work. Do your little chant. Bring them to life. They'll be just like you—or rather, more like copies of you. Unless you'd prefer I break more of your fingers?"
Chucky growled low in his throat, still clutching his hand. But he raised his arms anyway, kneeling before the three dolls. His expression twisted with anger and grim determination as he began to chant.
"Ade due Damballa… give me the power, I beg of you!"
Suddenly, the three Good Guy dolls opened their eyes, their plastic heads turning as they slowly got up, looking around the basement with confusion. Their gazes shifted first to Chucky, then to me.
I crossed my arms and spoke in a commanding but casual tone, "Alright, you three. Just to make sure—do you know why you're alive? Do you know why you're here?"
The dolls exchanged curious glances, unsure of what to say. Finally, the one on the left timidly raised his hand. I pointed at him. "Go ahead, speak."
His voice came out confused and hesitant, "Uh… to just… look around some areas?"
I let out a long sigh. "Well… yes and no. You will be scouting some areas, but you'll be doing it alone. If you see something strange, I suggest you run. Or not—doesn't matter to me. I ain't your dad, so do whatever the hell you want in those locations."
As I spoke, The Ascension moved behind them, his staff glowing faintly as he touched each one of the Chucky dolls. Now, all three of them were living, breathing bombs—walking time bombs tied to my will, able to explode at a single thought.
"Alright," I continued casually, "before we get started, let me tell you the name of the thing I might be throwing you at." I leaned in slightly, my tone calm but carrying weight.
"I call it… The Cartoon Cat."
[ To be Continued ]
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Alright, let me explain a few things—starting with how strong Dante really is.
First off, in hand-to-hand combat? He's unmatched. No one even comes close. When it comes to magic, he's not completely unbeatable—not yet—but he's already operating at a level equal to, or even above, Doctor Strange. And no, Strange isn't in this story—I'm not complicating things with him.
Now, Dante isn't immortal… not right now. But he will gain immortality, and eventually go far beyond that. There are many types of immortality, and Dante's path leads to something greater than all of them. He'll eventually reach the point where he can rip himself right out of the timeline itself—where nothing and no one could erase him.
Dante is power-hungry, but not in the sense of wanting to devour entire universes… not yet, anyway. But he will grow to that level. His hunger for strength is always pushing him forward.
Which brings us to Cartoon Cat. I didn't want to nerf him—that's lazy, and honestly, dumb. Cartoon Cat is supposed to be terrifyingly hard to kill, and I want to respect that. But Dante… Dante has the ambition and the methods to face him. My idea is that Dante's goal is to devour Cartoon Cat, taking his powers for himself—specifically, Toon Force and a form of immortality that bends reality. I kind of drew inspiration from Luffy's Fifth Gear here, that chaotic, cartoonish dominance over reality itself.
The reason Dante chose to remain human—or rather, evolve into a High Human—comes down to one thing: pride.
He refuses to draw his strength from any race other than his own. To him, true greatness is rising beyond all limits as a human, reaching a level rivaling the God Emperor of Mankind or Escanor, while never abandoning his humanity.
Becoming a demon? That was never an option. Demons come with weaknesses—holy energy tears them apart, and worse, everyone hates demons. Entire nations, even ordinary people, would gladly sacrifice themselves just to destroy a version of Dante if he were one. To him, that's nothing but a leash.
As for angels—obvious problem. If Dante tied himself to heaven, he'd be bound by their rules, unable to intervene freely in the world. Heaven's leash is even worse than hell's, in his eyes.
Sure, there are other races he could have chosen. Vampires, saiyan, even half-breeds. But Dante rejected all of them. He refuses to be tied down by the weaknesses, and destinies of others.
That's why he chose the path of the High Human. Not because it was easy, but because it was his.
Sounds a bit dramatic at the end, but that's about it anyways all SCP's are nothing more but stepping stones for Dante to reach a higher level of power.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! If you did, don't forget to throw me some power stones and leave a comment. Your feedback really means a lot—it helps me improve as a writer and keeps me motivated. As always, thank you for reading my story. You're awesome. Have a great day, and peace!💥💥💥💥💥