The screen flickered back to life. But the game wasn't a game. It was his own camera feed. He saw his own confused face in his messy bedroom. Then, from the corner of the screen, a small red-haired figure crawled out from under his desk—not in the game, but in real life.

Reyansh spun around. Nothing there. He looked back at the phone. The Chucky on the screen winked, tapped the glass from the inside, and whispered, "Slash and dash, remember? I'm not the one dashing, kid. You are."

The download finished in three seconds—way too fast for a game with 3D graphics. The icon appeared on his home screen: a crude, pixelated doll face with X’s for eyes.

He ignored the warnings. "File might be harmful." He clicked .

No way this is real, he thought. But the thumbnail showed a cartoon Chucky sprinting through a toy store, knife raised. It looked perfect for killing time between classes.