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More than you've got. Who are you?

I'd like to think I've got more than you, kid. [ Crowley smugly says, as he fixes his tie as he looks anything but impressed. ] Still answer my question, and I might consider answering yours.

You probably do. [Andy says bluntly, not particularly bothered by that. Something about this guy makes him wary and he's not sure why.] Thing is, I had to learn when I was just a kid how much my soul's worth. You'd call me crazy if I told you how.

Believe me, I do and it ain't in the junk department. [ He doesn't seem the least bit bothered by the fact he's talking to a kid. Crowley lets his tie go, and he hmphs. ]

Crazy... I'd like to say, people like to fling that word around just a tad bit too gently. So try me kid, if I tell you you're full of fucking shit, then I'll be sure to let you know. [ It is simply business, and if he can try to twist the kid into signing some type of deal. ] I'm a rather honest guy when it comes to my opinions.

[...What an odd question. He blinks, forehead creasing, before giving a polite if slightly limp shrug.] I've never thought about my soul before.

[ Crowley tilts his head to the side, that was an odd question and he is sure most people gave thought about the blasted thing. ]

You're an odd one for an angel, Cassie. I guess you're more worried about the souls of those dimwitted humans than your own.

At least the man he's talking to looks exactly like the irritating seraph, and he twitches his lips into a half smile. ] Don't tell me you're looking into coming to work for met.

Yeah? [For a moment he considers just walking away. He's been laughed at or called crazy quite a bit in his relatively young life, and honestly, Andy's not feeling up to the thought of either option right now. He sizes the older man up for a moment, then manages a grin.]

Alright. When I was six I almost had my soul stolen by a possessed doll. One that came back a few months later to try again. And then came back again after eight years because some people just don't know when to quit.

A shot of tequila ... and maybe a brownie. No, definitely the brownie too.

I was hoping for something with a bit more substance. I mean, even a beggar can manage to get a hold of a drink and brownie.

Mmm, what can I say? Being a disappointment is what I'm good at.

Ooooh, now please lets not turn this into a woe is me pity party.

[ Sure he's not above it all, and if he had gone and said something along the lines of talking unicorns then, Crowley would be laughing. The mention of a possessed doll sounds like something that would tickle his fancy.

He wanders up closer to Andy, and he chuckles. He points a thumb towards himself. ] I'd say that's pretty ingenious for a possession, and I'd be willing to hire the doll to work for me.

[ Crowley looks at the kid, and he wonders what the spirit might want with him. ] I ain't a hunter if that's what you're looking for.

[While he got a bad feeling about this guy from the start, it's that remark about hiring Chucky... no, not even the remark itself. It's the look on his face when he said it, that raises Andy's hackles. He's okay with someone not believing him -- hell, he's certainly dealt with that enough -- but for someone to believe him and then react with that... that amusement, that tells Andy this guy's bad news.

He takes a step back from Crowley and slips a hand into his pocket, keeping his eyes on the older man all the while.] I don't know what you mean by 'hunter'... but whatever you are, you keep away from me.

[Andy's hand finds the military-issue knife in his pocket. It's not much, but it's something.] There's nothing I've got for you. Chucky's dead, I killed him myself. There's not enough of him left to fit in a matchbox.

[ Crowley has that feeling about him, and he doesn't seem to give a shit if he doesn't seem right. Business is business, and he loves what he does. The job of The King of Hell comes with some glorious perks, and giving people bad feelings is one of those.

Crowley can't help but to give Andy a bit of a smug laugh. ] Don't know what a hunter is? They tend to specialize in dealing with demented little dollies and all the other little things that go...bump...in the night.

[ Crowley doesn't notice the knife nor bother to close the gap. He slips his own hands in his pocket, and he rocks on the heels of his shoes. ] I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if that damn thing comes back, the little fucker seems to be a bit persistent with trying to kill you.

[ As much as this guy makes Andy's skin crawl, he has to admit the man has a point. And he's right too, of course. Chucky's come back from being burnt and shot to pieces, he's come back from dismemberment and from his head exploding. If he could come back after all of that he'd come back from being sliced to pieces.

Andy tries not to let him unease at the thought show, though he has the uncomfortable feeling Crowley already knows. ] How do you know so much? You said you're not one of these hunters, but you know about them. How? Do they work for you?

[ Andy's not sure what he'll say if the answer to that question is yes. ]

Let's say, I'm in the business to provide them with a job. And I've got all sorts of eyes on these types.

[ Crowley doesn't openly say, he's the King of Hell or a demon. He beings pacing with his hands resting at his side, and turns back around to face Andy. ] I'd hardly doubt the hunters I know would be able to help.

[ Crowley is not going to give up on a chance to have some psychotic doll go on a murderous rampage. The idea is just too novel to let go to waste. ] Most of them are a bunch of incompetent morons who end up as demon fodder in the end.

Demons, huh...

[ Andy says this softly, his brow furrowed in uneasy thought. It's not as crazy a suggestion to him as it would be to most people, the idea of demons being real. If killer dolls can exist, demons aren't a long way off. He bites his lip and turns his attentions back to Crowley. ] These... demons. Can they give humans some of their powers somehow?

[ Andy's unease about this man is outweighed now by his desire to learn more, to possibly find a way to kill Chucky once and for all. ] See, this doll... when it'd try to possess someone, it would say this chant. And if no one stopped it, someone... something, would answer it.

That's right, demons.

[ Crowley stops pacing, and he takes in the kid for a bit. Sure it might prove entertaining to set a doll with one hell of a pissed of spirit loose somewhere, like a shopping mall on senior citizens day.

Asking about how humans can get demonic powers gets a raise of a brow, and a laugh. ] It doesn't exactly work that way. First, you have to die, go to hell, and have that little soul of yours put through a meat grinder over and over again.

That's unless you make a dea-. [ He stops talking when Andy mentions the doll did try to possess someone. ] Either you got a demon that is after you, or some other pissed off spirit, kid.

He's a pissed off spirit. Sort of.

[ Andy hesitates. There's still something that feels off to him about this guy, something that says maybe telling him Chucky's secrets isn't a good idea. He shoves the uneasiness back this time, because whether he likes it or not, he's never found a way to kill him that sticks. Maybe Crowley can show him one.]

Okay. [ He takes a deep breath, sizing up Crowley one more time, and then plunges forward. ] He used to be human. A serial killer named Charles Lee Ray. They said he was some kind of occultist, that was sacrificing his victims to some voodoo god. But then the police caught up with him. He got shot, he was about to die. Until he used this... this ritual, that let him transfer his soul into a doll's body. And he's been trying to get out of the doll and into a human body ever since.

[ He closes his eyes, remembering bits and pieces of the voodoo ritual Chucky tried to use to steal his body and then Tyler's. A lot of it was gibberish to him, but he remembers the god Chucky would cry out to for power. He remembers the god's name. But he doesn't want to say it out loud. Even here, in the light of day, it seems like a bad idea. A dangerous idea. ]

[ Crowley can be the good demon in this case, and tell Andy what to do to make sure the thing stays dead. Then again the doll sounds like he can make life interesting for tons of people.

He tilts his head off to the side, placing a hand to his chin. ] A voodoo god? Can't say I've had much dealing with the pagan gods lately, we don't exactly get along.

You could say, hell is on their shit list for a number of plausible reasons. [ Crowley smugly says, of his counterparts. ]