Choptop yandere FULL FIC!!!
ugh I love fluff. This will not be re-read. It is so late an I have spent way too long trying to perfect this, I want to go to sleep. I've been writing for 4 hours :[
I'm so proud of myself that I actually finished this. Starting off my blog mid writing this fic was not a good idea...... I think I'm taking this too seriously; I don't think anyone actually cares lol.
Some parts of the teaser post may be re-written.
You were in a corner, and mildly pissed off about it. Admittedly, you put yourself there, but your friends hadn't come back to you yet. They had definitely abandoned you.
It was stupid, you should be on the dance floor, parting, just like they promised. They all told you that this would be a 'fun' night, dancing, getting blackout drunk, doing stupid shit and forgetting it by morning, but they had decided to leave you.
You knew you were just dead meat to them, something extra to haul around. Maybe it was sick plan, motivated by and urge to get away from you. You understood why they didn't like you. You were a pessimist in pretty much all meanings of the word. You struggled so intently to see the good in anything really; nothing gave you any hope for yourself, so why should other have hope for themselves.
you tipped the last drops of alcohol from the bottle down the back of your throat and sighed. Just accepting your situation, you eyes scanned the room for any familiar face. Something r someone else caught your eye.
There was a man, so pale he was almost grey, in the corner opposite t you. He looked weird, like really weird. He was clearly wearing a wig, you could tell by the shine that panned across the nylon material as the light struck against it. He had, in his hand, what you could only assume was a coat hanger along with a lighter.
you watched him heat up the end of the cast hanger and push it under his wig He giggled a little at this and began scraping the side of his head. You were a little grossed out, but the odd actions of this hippie toyed with your curiosity enough to offer him a drink.
You sold over to him, trying to stay as unnoticeable as possible. You weaved in and out of high and drunk people, the stench of weed and alcohol filled our nostrils, a smell you were often used to.
You moved in and out of the small crowd, until you were practically face to face with the stranger.
"Uh hey..." you awkwardly stated.
The guy had a slight stutter, and a weirdly jittery way of speech. There was a manic glint in his eyes as he looked up at you. You could see him on more detail now, you liked his purple glasses.
"Nice glasses, mind if I buy you a drink?"
"Oh yeah yeah... bee a little while since someone asked me that."
He giggled a little at his own statement before adding, " Thank ya".
You walked over to the bar and bought him a beer. You weren't interested in taking anymore substances, and, with your apparent abandonment, it wasn't so fun for you anymore.
You handed him the drink and he popped off the ca and began to drink from it.
"Do you care to s-step outside? I-I 'ant fond of this song and all this noise is hurting' my uhhh... head."
"Sure" You countered, and you walked out of the building together.
You leaned against the wall on some kind of bodily fluid. You reached into your pocket and pulled out. pack of cigarettes.
"Do you mind if I borrow that lighter you got?"
He opened up his palm. The lighter was purple and had all sorts of small stickers on it that you couldn't make out the details of in the darkness.
You lit the cigarette back to the man. He took it from you. Your Hans make contact for a short moment, not long enough to mean anything, but long enough for you to feel the rough touch of his fingertips. You somewhat enthralled by, really everything about this guy. You knew your friends would never let you live it down if you hokked u with this kinda guy, but the thought wan't out of your mind.
You took a drag from the cigarette.
"I never got your name..."
The man blurted out. Then he quickly retracted his statement with, "But folks just t-tend to call me other things... Choptop, Chop... whatever y-you want really."
You nodded to make sure 'Choptop' knew you heard him.
There was a silence fr a few minuets. You could feel his eyes running all around you, but you didn't want to make the situation awkward by making eye contact.
In a sudden burst, he grasped your hand and began puling you. Chop was amazingly strong, strong enough you couldn't escape from his grasp.
"Dude, what the fuck... Let me go!!!"
The next thing you knew there was an arm around you and a man humming softly. Dazed and confused you only realised where you were and who you were with once you heard his voice.
"You're a cute one, `at least I find ya cute. I think ol' grandpa will looove you!"
The music was obnoxiously loud and weirdly good. There was a black of coherence, but an old hit would come on often enough for you to semi enjoy yourself, given the circumstances.
For somebody who had just been knocked to and tied down to a car seat, you astonishingly calm.
Choptop was on the phone. You couldn't quite hear the voice of the person he was speaking to, but whoever it was, was definitely in on whatever sick operation you had just been dragged into.
For a short time he just sat there, one arm on the wheel, one arm around you. You could feel the sun radiating through the wall of the vehicle, but the breeze from the pen window provided a cool relief.
Yet that only lasted for a brief moment. As abruptly as he stopped taking, he started taking again; the only difference was that he as now talking to you.
"Y-y'know my family's in meat, but I wanna keep you.. I-i like you."
"I'll have to reason with the 'ol cook first" He giggled.
He kept blabbing on and on, but your own thoughts nigh on completely drowned him out, until he started talking about you assisting in his family's killing. Yet you were so intrigued, so calm. Blushing at this crazed man taking about his brother would wear others peoples faces on his, and how his twin would use one for jewellery.
The thought began to cross you mind that nobody would look for you. Sure you had a few 'friends' sticking around way after their college due date, but you had nobody else. You abandoned all your family, completely abandoned your old life.
For as long as you could remember, you had been begging for a change. Something new and different. Maybe God had answered your prayers this time, just in a way you weren't expecting. This stranger could drag you into a world of blood and crime, but it waste. No ties connecting you to who you were before you ran way.
You were weird, you knew that. Most people called you sick or twisted. You seemed to have a infatuation with death, but you could never image yourself stooping to the rock bottom you had just hit.
You reached his house. It was damn big. If he lived there by himself he sure had a whole lot of space, but you thought otherwise though as he obviously had 'family'.
Choptop gently manhandled you out of the truck. Letting the rope binding your legs down loose. It was strange but you liked the way his body felt against yours. You didn't scream, didn't cry, just stood there with total acceptance He looked down at you. He seemed confused why you weren't fighting him, so he slowly loosened his grip on you until he was a step away from you.
There was something new in his eye. Something softer.
"C-come on, haul some ass."
He gave you a pat on the back that made you loose you balance. Your wrists tied to stop you from sufficiently steadying yourself. You apprehensively stepping up to the front door of this crazed man's house. Saying the smell was potent, would be an understatement. It hit you like and absolute truck. Rotting flesh, sweat, this place had it all.
'Wait h-here..." Chop muttered.
He grinned wildly and opened the door. You very quickly figured out he didn't live alone.
"Oh you coonshits! All you do is cause me to loose more money!"
There was somebody giggling just like your crazed captor. You could hear what sounded like a broom smacking someones ass, and you had a feeling you were right. Whoever was giggling ran infant of the door. You couldn't make him out due to Choptop obscuring the door. There was a third voice; made up of grunts and groans, seemingly in response to all the yelling.
A mother man cased the one that came before him. He moved slower so you could catch a glimpse of him. He was significantly older than Chop, and was definitely holding a broom.
"Oh you coonshit! Where have you been, you missed dinner, grandpa was not happy!!." ect etc etc.....
"Oh shut it you old c-cook! I got something' to show ya'"
Choptop grabbed your arm and flung you through the doorframe.
You stumbled again. Not having autonomy of your arms was more annoying to you than frightening. You felt extremely exposed, forced into they eyes of madmen that you had obviously never seen before.
"Well I'll be damned..." The 'cook' muttered, "You go prancing around all night just to bring back some random girl! There aint any good meat on her, what did I tell you about how I pick the meat!"
"I 'aint using her for no meat!"
"Well you sure a hell 'aint keeping her." Cook growled.
"Get you and that dirty woman out of my sight you damn bitchhog!" He yelled, quickly turning his broom on you both. Chop grabbed you hand and dragged you up the stairs away from the wrath of the cook. You were as overwhelmed as a singular person could get and next thing you knew, your head hit the cold hardwood floor.
You came too for the second time that night, but now everything was so much quieter. There was still soft music gently humming away, but you were now on a mattress.
You could feel the dirt seeping into your skin, but it was much nicer than being chased by an angry man with a broom. There were records discarded all over the floor, along with magazines, ripped up blankets, teeth, bones, underwear, flesh, if you could think of it it was there. There was a singular floor length mirror, but, it was smashed, and had dried blood over the punch hole. In the corner a small record player's the source of the musical ambience of your captors bedroom.
You wondered where he was. You weren't going to run but you thought it was odd that he already trusted you that mush to just lay there, completely free on the ropes that bound you before.
Just as you were processing what ever the fuck has just happened to you, a door you hadn't even noticed burst open.
Choptop was shirtless, and wig-less. Scars crammed over his body, stab wounds, bullet holes, it seemed a miracle he was still alive. You had almost forgotten his messy black hair wasn't real and you were taken aback at the chance taken out of his skull. You audibly gasped once you put 2 and 2 together that that was what he has been scratching at this whole time.
He seemed to read your mind as he said, "M-my plate.. It my little souvenir f-from 'nam land heh..."
"You l-like the music, it's my fave Iron butterfly! Music is my life..."
He held up his hand with his finger in a peace sign and he smiled.
"Y'know Drayton, the 'ol cook, might well just et ya stay. But you gotta stay put heh."
He strolled over to you and sat on the end of the bed. Even through all of this, this was new, enthralling, and exiting exactly what you were looking for the first time you had completely abandoned your life. The man in-front of you was exceedingly cute. You knew he liked you. He had just spent however fucking long making sure everyone knew that; and you liked him too. So you sat up, leaned towards him, and kissed him on the cheek.
He immediately began flushing into a bright pink colour, it was extremely potent on his nearly grey skin; you blushed too. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into a breathtakingly tight hug.
You two sat like that for a while. He was warm, his calloused skin felt nice against yours. He half pulled you down into laying position, until you were properly cuddling.
"Im s-surprised you never ran." Choptop giggled playing with your hair.
"I've spent my whole life running but I think I've found exactly what I'm looking for."
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