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Oh well now, Mama we’re all gonna die Mama, we’re all gonna die
Independent Chuck from Disney’s canceled Motorcity Crossover-reliant Semi-Selective Open to Canon and OCs
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Mama, we all go to hell. It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell
"Chrrrrkkk?"
Got a ghost note...
Whatcha lookin’ at?
lil scribble of bat!Chuck
ive always wanted to doodle him but by the time i got to it my drawing energy was at a low bc i spent it all on that other chuck
With the harsh winds already pushing against him since he had pounced onto the back of this fat vehicle, the poor creature was forced to cling on for dear life with the fast speed this machine was going. The hard orange metal bends and caves a little with moaning protest underneath Chuck’s tight grip. Ahead of him in the dark, even with the help of the silver moon dimly illuminating his current predicament, only two beams of light sprout out enough brightness to combat the inky black towards a cracked road and bright orange lines that forever pulls this thing’s wheels forward.
However, he’s only given a few seconds to access his surroundings, with the flickering source of adrenaline still coursing through the bat’s system, when the mighty roar of the van’s engine cries out with a crackling pop. The car suddenly jerks to the left and right wildly, as if it were startled more like a beast trying to throw Chuck off than a mere machine. A segment of broken tunes hisses into his ears with a crack of static leaking out from its open windows.
“VIVI!”
A gruff high pitched yelp hits the air as the van quickly swerves back to the right side of the road. The van lets out an awful groan with it already fighting against Chuck’s weight and the yank of its wheel. It almost tilts a little, IF whoever was driving hadn’t veered to overcorrect the counterbalance of its strange weight.
“STOP! STOP THE VAN! I THINK YOU HIT SOMETHING!”
In that instant, the car goes screeching to a stop with the raw smell of its rubber skitting across rough concrete. “アーサー!” A woman’s voice curses out when she stomped onto the brakes. “Yar telling me!?! Get your hands off the wheel for just one second, jackass!”
Sweet cherry cola!
Terrified but not able to do anything, the bat just digs his claws into the roof harder and clings for dear life as the van almost seems to buck underneath him as result of the swerving. Feet slipping multiple times from the chaos and speed, it takes everything in Chuck to not scream from fear and panic. Fuck fuck fuck! He was gonna die!
Except he doesn't.
Except the van manages to come to a complete stop with the screech of its brakes and the foul odor of rubber burning off the tires and causing the bat's nose to scrunch at the stench. Shaking, claws buried in metal, the creature heaves out panicked breaths while everything settles down from the madness that had just occurred. Fuck... note to self: avoid these things if at all possible. It's the voices that next get his attention, ears lifting off of his skull from their pulled back position and listening intently.
At a guess? A man and woman, one freaked out and the other furious about what had just happened.
There's a long, protesting groan from the van as the bat slowly pries his claws out of its roof. A shuffle, translating as thumps to those inside, the blond carefully maneuvers himself back. Back back back-- WHOA!
And slips right off the end of the van, hitting the ground sharply and with a grunt of pain.
And it's there that he just slumps into the road, not moving. He should run, he knows that... but his body won't move.
Meanwhile he’s spending Valentine’s Day doing what he always does: scrounging for food.
No sweets for bats.
Please tell me anonymously or not why you follow me. I could use some positive messages
@viviskull liked for a starter
If asked where he was, Chuck could not answer the question. A forest, that was the extent of his knowledge. Foliage rustle and jerk as smaller critters flee from the bat as he maneuvers his way through the branches of the tree, reaching out and pulling at his fur like clawing fingers. They are ignored and he keeps going, intent on hunting down something. It's been a while since he's had a feed and that... well, that wasn't very good.
Green eyes flash in the darkness, powerful body snapping like a coiled spring which sends him leaping from the upper branches of the forest and outward. Wind whistles in his ears, wings shifting just enough to maximize the distance.
THUD!!!
What the--???
A look down.
"Cheeee?"
A van? The hell was a van doing out here? Didn't seem like the most sought place to go driving through. Even worse, he realizes, the vehicle was in motion when he hit it. How does he realize this? By experiencing a sharp jerk, forcing him to dig his claws into the metal with a startled sound.
Skreeeeee
Oh that was doing a number on the paint job... and likely was going to get him in more trouble with whoever was operating this vehicle. Now if it could just STOP!!!
"Haaaa... haaa..."
Breaths sharp, ragged. The blood dripping, dribbling from stained fangs and painted jowls. Every few seconds his fingers will twitch, body wound tight like a spring. It's very clear he's killed something... but what has been taken down is not so clear.
@zelterxc? You still out there?
You used to be somebody.
an idea tossed between @blondchiroptera and i where bat Chuck realizes he had a life before the experiments as he finally accesses and sees his encrypted files. Who was he? He’s not sure, but it’s overwhelming.
//i couldve drawn the screen pics myself but lmao art energy was depleted + couldnt think of anything myself
Anyone want a starter?
I was serious on the notion that Chuck would absolutely mistake Lewis for Mike at first.
Because their designs, if you're not counting colorwise or art style, are amusingly similar in plenty of ways:
Like... is it a stretch? Yes.
But remember that Chuck's memories have been shot to shit by being experimented on so his mental picture of Mike is very fuzzy and basic. He could easily make the mistake and become very confused and distressed as result.
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Oh. It was him. A friend that Gummi hasn't seen in years. For a moment she thought the portal was glitching out but it's really actually him.
"Uh... Do you... remember me?"
She nervously shuffles in her place a little bit. The last time she remembers talking to him, he didn't remember her at all. Then again, a lot has happened since then, so maybe she's not remembering that correctly.
Things had been, slow. Chuck feels like he's been hibernating or something for quite a long time. Granted, that WAS something bats did during winter but it wasn't like it got cold down here. Clawed fingers twitch and the pink nose follows as he stares at her, ears slowly pinning back.
Finally, the creature tilts his head with a little huff of air through his nose.
"... Gummii?"
All he wants is cuddles. Is that too much to ask for?
God, I wish there was an active Lewis Pepper rper...
