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Behind the Mirror. Tiffany knew what lay there. She’s quiet, holding herself quietly as she watches Chucky pace. They escaped. Slowly and surely they had slipped through into a mirror dimension. They aren’t dolls here, simply human.
Chucky is inspecting everything as they go and as they walk closer to the mirror she grips his wrist. He looks through into another world. A world where they are dolls. A world where he died and took on a doll form.
She shudders as she pulls him away and they head deeper into this world. Their world. Their real home.