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-He doesn’t like to sit still for very long
-Chuck likes to pace and weave his fingers through his long hair
-he also doesn’t like to stay in one place for long
-often hops from location to location
-May it be out of anxiety, caution, or boredom, he never voices it
-Chucky doesn’t like showers either
-But he’s not dirty really, he keeps up with his hygiene, (sometimes though… he gets a little too occupied to care) but he doesn’t enjoy showers.
-He’ll gruff and complain if his partner makes him take one
- but easily comply if they accompany him.
- Hey, what’s a free show?
-Some days when it’s rough, he’ll crank the heat on the knob and really enjoy the warm water running down his scalp and down his face.
-He will be in there for hours
-door locked, so RIP if you have a small bladder
-If he is particularly depressed, he never voices it.
-He’ll disappear for a few hours and return, maybe covered in blood, maybe with a brown bag of greasy takeout
-He’ll dispel the tension with jokes and cheesy one lines
-But if he’s pissy too, he’ll defect and make jabs at his partner (or whoever is trying to understand what’s wrong)
-He’ll shut them out. He won’t talk back to them, instead focused on the TV
-Though that won’t last long. He’ll dart out the apartment with his coat and a weapon fast as a cat
-Rarely, he’ll stay.
-Chucky will just want to watch a cheesy reality TV show or the Wheel of Fortune (I imagine he watched it alot as a kid. he would’ve loved nickelodeon’s slime era RIP)
-Double points if you give him a warm washcloth for his face to help him cool down
-Chucky’ll be a brat and refuse it, but just coax him by rubbing his forearms and he’ll melt
-I just KNOW that man’s a sucker for some physical affection
-Not only sexual, but just bein’ soft on him
-Charles isn’t used to that at all
-Not with Tiffany, who he’s only excited with around when there’s blood and a fresh kill
-And Nica’s connection with him, snapping back due to seeing blood
-anyway,
-We all know that Dr Mixer groomed that man, undoubtedly pushing him into romantic situations when he thought he wanted them, but had no chance to properly think for himself
-she knowingly pushed past the doctor patient relationship
-I don’t think she was in her early 20s as a therapist, you have to go through several years of schooling, past even college to get your doctor’s degree
-Unless she’s some sort of genius (lol considering her dialogue therapist BULLSHIT, no) she couldn’t have gone through college that fast
-and who flirts with a literal child when you’re an adult??
-I believe she planted the memory of the two dancing to develop a close relationship with him
-It was too cheery and happy
-almost, dream-like
-because he was a child, his brain was more malleable than an adult’s, so she could’ve easily fabricated the memory
-then it gets worse from there, as he spends more years at the boy’s home
-So, he has this expectation that all women just want what’s in his pants, to put it bluntly
-and that’s been true, with the lady from the bar (rip, don’t remember her name) and Tif (she’s a very sexual woman, and you can’t tell me otherwise)
-So all pretty rough sexual relationships
-after all that’s all he’s ever known
-And then there’s this parents
-His relationship with them was very close
- so close in fact that they were pretty overprotective
-They went to church, catholic probably considering the Boy’s Home’s religion
-So yeah, as a sheltered child, he wasn’t allowed out on his own, unless he was supervised
-Though he would sneak out of the woods behind his house to find rocks, bones, and animal teeth
-Just little things he would hold in a small glass jars in his cabinets
-One day he found a human skull, nestled in the dirt
-It was quite curious
-took a long time to scrub his fingernails crusted with dirt too
-The skull was like nothing he had ever seen
-it spiked a curiosity on the skeletal structure of the human body
-Charles would check out anatomy books from the library with his mom’s card
-He would sketch the bones, especially the skull, rather frequently
-However, he was clumsy
-His parents found out because his mom routinely cleans his room and the house
-His father raised his voice, which he rarely does, and his mother slapped him
-They left him without a door for the rest of the night, alone
-He could hear their arguments, though he was on the second floor
-Something changed in him that night
-By his 5th birthday, he had a few close friends, whose houses he was never allowed over after the incident
-The skull changed his parents view of their sweet little boy, who appeared not so sweet after all
-Though he was kind to his friends at school, and ( mostly ) patient
-the teachers were a different story
-he’s always had a problem with authority
-It started with his parents, but with teachers it grew to be a worse problem
-Especially at the boy’s home
-He grew to be an influence on the impressionable wayward boys, which delighted him
-like little ducks, they would follow him about the grounds on adventures
-that was when he discovered a peculiar book in their small library
-And the discovery of the boy who never grew up
-His brown orbs widened, calloused thin hands quick to snatch the book and pull it under his plaid button-up
-The teenager’s dark brown curly hair was crazed and wirey, he hoped his facade fooled the adults
-he did manage to sneak the book under his covers with a huff of relief
-then a need sparked a daring idea
-how much could he get away with anyway?
-the boys loved Neverland and all its wonders
-the band of misfits would march through the surrounding alcove of trees
-There were thick oaks, small rivers, and a coat of leaves on the ground of the forest
-that place was one of his favorite places to be
-often when he was overwhelmed in the large suffocating church, he would disappear back to the woods
-Finding a nice tree, he would climb until he could no more
-The view was always nice, but it was never enough
-One day, he would go past the stone wall
-That day turned out to be after one of Dr Mixer’s biweekly sessions
-It was normal for them to dance often in sessions together, feeling the rhythm of both of their bodies together
-As he aged, he’d become a better dancer, one who matched her movement in strides
-And it was also normal for them to sit side by side on her office’s couch
-Often times it was normal for her to pull his head onto her lap and stroke her fingers through his hair
-He could confide his dark thoughts to her, and he would understand
-She would listen
- Charlie , she’d call him
- What’s wrong, Charlie?
-He couldn’t find the voice to oppose the silly childish name
-And yet, he felt a type of love through her that he had never experienced from his parents.
-This type of love was manipulative and dangerous
-He relished in her attention and her affection
-She even urged him to listen to his darker thoughts
-It was better to listen to what they had to say
-better to head their advice, they knew best
-(no they do not)
-he had found the victim rather easily
-the janitor had made one too many little mistakes
-first it was the crude names, now the dirty fucking mop water on his clean shoes
-it was insulting
-he would punch his pillow until his knuckles burned
-the burn marks ached and yet he wasn't satisfied
-and then there was his therapy session with Dr Mixter
-She influenced him to kill the janitor, to follow his dark urges
-After session he devised the plan
-It was rather simple, and he knew the janitors route
-The tricky part was moving the body to the forest
-That part, was thrilling
-The thought of being caught, the shocked looks of betrayal on their faces, the aching in his muscles from running
-He’d grin at the malicious thoughts
-The body was heavier than he had imagined
-He didn't mind
-Charles found a pleasant aclove admist the brush, kicking the body until it was properly nestled in a mudbank
-He smirked
-Now to lead his troupe on a quest