Fanfic: Rhulan vs Chucky (Child's Play)

    The sky is darkened by rolling clouds that circle like vultures surveying death below.

 

    “We have to hurry,” says a young man pulling his girlfriend behind them as they head towards the hills the clouds are circling above.

 

    In the distance un-natural words can be heard, an incantation from a the voice of a man forced through plastic lips.

 

    “I beg of…” the small plastic man’s words are cut short, “what the fuck?”

 

    The young woman stops and points at the sky, “look!”

 

    The clouds have suddenly sped around a central red dot, and circle into the center like the event horizon of a black hole, speeding up as they are sucked into the center turning red as they are drawn in.

 

    “Pitiful,” says Rhulan as she flies straight down behind the living doll leaning over the unconscious body of a young boy, the scene telling a tale of the doll knocking the kid out, dragging him up here, and performing some ritual.

 

    “Who…the…fuck..” says the doll

 

   *poom!*

 

   Rhulan kicks the doll sending it flying into the air like a rocket.

 

   *Zip*

 

   She appears ahead of its trajectory, she can hear it shouting out, “biiiiiiiii…”

 

   “Chaos Aura.” says Rhulan summoning up a red firey aura around her body.

 

   The doll pulls out a knife upon seeing where he is heading, a look of utter madness twisting up his plastic doll face.

 

   *fwoosh*

 

  The doll is instantly vaporized into blackness and nothingness instantly after upon contact with the Chaos Aura.

 

   Rhulan narrows her eyes as her aura vanishes.

 

   *zip*

 

   She appears above the top of the hill as the young man and woman arrive.

 

   “Where’s Chucky?” asks the young man.

 

   “Is that the name of that pitiful Living Marionette?” asks Rhulan.

 

   Without waiting for a response she opens a portal and vanishes.

 

    ******

 

   In the space between worlds a woman who could be Rhulan’s own reflection, save for having long black wavy hair and wearing a long black starlight speckled dress awaits her there.

 

   “There,” says Rhulan, “I have killed your villain, now open the path again.”

 

   *I think not* projects the fathomless entity *For the damage you have caused, although inadvertently, recompense is required. For that you must slay twelve such evil entities.*

 

    “Twelve?” says Rhulan, “why does that sound familiar? Any who, fine, if it gets you off my back.”

 

    The fathomless being projected in a variant of her likeness smiles, or at least it projects a smile upon a nonexistent face and nods its illusionary head before vanishing; leaving Rhulan to return to her palace.

 

     Rhulan shakes her head and mutters, “damn it, I need a bath…and an orgy.”