cw: kidnapping, but your character does not give a damn.
the front door creaked open, swung with the confidence of someone who’s lived there for eons. the man locked the door and took off his shoes as he did everyday, inhaling the scent of “home” before making his way upstairs to a bedroom that was uniquely Not His. plushies covered the bed, mushrooms and green orbs standing out every time he set eyes on them. they made him overthink. they were probably just from a friend or follower who liked him, so you kept them. he only started following you after you had them, so he didn’t know the lore. maybe you hated him, maybe you enjoyed his content, he didn’t know. you had never really talked about him, only one notable time when you read a chat from his alt account with no revealing information. you had said something about his comment sounding slimecicle-esque, but you said it with a straight face, letting no information or bias slip.
he finally got the courage to wait for you in your room tonight. the striking man had been in your room many, many times, but had always left before you got home. usually with a piece of clothing or another memento. he walked around, looking at everything, inhaling the smell of you like it was more important than the air carrying it. after checking out anything new, which wasn’t much, he laid down on “his” side of the bed. There were still a couple hours before you got home, he might as well get comfy.
you finished recording for your latest video, packing up to head home. keys, phone, wallet.. slimecicle keychain, slimecicle phonecase, tiny picture of slimecicle from the corn video in your wallet. good to go! you said your goodbyes and left. as soon as you were outside you felt eyes on you. you have for the entirety of your online career, you thought it just came with the job. you talked to other streamers about it and they share the paranoia, so you've been trying to fight it.
you come home, late as usual when you have classes, and just want to go to bed. passing the shoe rack, you fumbled in the kitchen for a bit, needing to eat something before you went upstairs and passed out for the night.
sandwich eaten, shoes removed and thrown wherever, laundry taken out of the dryer, you start the annoying treck up the flight of stairs. you see a light shining from your room into the hallway. cursing yourself for leaving a light on, you close your eyes and walk through the doorway- as you feel a cloth slip over your head and your wrists held firmly behind your back. solid but gentle hands silently ushered you towards a chair. you sat, he let go of your hands under the whispered promise to not try to escape. getting comfortable in the seat, you put your hands in front of you for the intruder’s tying or cuffing ease.
there’s fur surrounding your wrists now. “hello darling” you can hear the smile in his shaky voice. a familiar voice… but it can’t be him. “ i’m charlie-” you let out a laugh, this was a very strange coincidence. If it *was* slimecicle, he’d have noticed all the merch in your house, and all the slimestory plushies on your bed.
charlie had thought of a hundred ways this could’ve gone. but laughing at the introduction? he had a whole set of jokes and puns planned for the journey to his home.
the silence didn’t make you uneasy like it probably should have, you kinda just thought he left. “... hellooooo?” you look around despite not seeing anything under the bag “where’d you go, charlie~” you singsonged, swaying as you wait for a response
“i-i’m here,, just,, shocked is all. you know i’m kidnapping you, right? You’re supposed to be scared,, not laugh- not that i’m not trying to make this a good experience for you, i’m glad you laughed, promise" rambling like he wasn't the big bad stalker here “why- why *did* you laugh though..”
“oh nothing, you just sound like someone i know of” you chuckled, “now can i walk to the car myself, or are you gonna carry me, charlie?” wiggling your shoulders because you cant give him a cheeky look, “and can you take the bag off? i’m not gonna run but i do wanna see who my “saviour” is”
“uhh,,” he hesitates for a second, “i’ll take it off when we get there.”
your head and shoulders sank as a form of pout “fiiiinnneeee” and suddenly you feel two strong arms lift you, and you’re moving through the house he was navigating as if it were his own. “... hey, how long have you been planning this?”
he stopped moving, taking a second to process your question. honesty is the best policy, right? “about two years… give or take.” quietly uttered as he continued his walk to the car.
you smirked against the darkness, pleased that someone felt this strongly about you for this long. you hummed a tune the rest of the way. he gently placed your feet back on the ground, guiding you after he opened the door, warning you of each step down to the car park. he held your hands as he navigated the road. finally you hear a car being unlocked in front of you.
you felt the car moving, not sure where or how far, but you were glad you got to sit in the passenger seat anyway, despite your new kidnapped look. he was playing your favorite band on the car radio. singing along, you lay your head against the window, resting your eyes for a moment.
you wake up in a well lit room, string lights and a lamp giving a warm glow. you were on a bed, soft but firm, your favorite color sheets, covered in your plushies from home. a desk sat in the corner with a desk chair tucked in. in a different chair, not far away from you, sat a man in a black and white suit with a sparkly green bowtie and bright green pocket square. light brown, fluffy hair framed a handsome but nervous face. the face of charlie slimecicle. you didn’t know what to say or do, so you looked at the books on the shelf and fidgeted with your, shockingly free, hands.
“hey! uhm. i had some time to go back and grab some things while you were sleeping. wanted to make you feel more at home here..” he almost giggled out, “i’ll get the rest sometime soon, don’t worry!” he clarified
“oh! that’s sweet” you smiled at him, warm and inviting, the same smile he fell in love with all those streams ago. “what are the uh,, rules? for this sitiation” that caught him off guard, shouldnt he be used to this now? he thought he was ready for anything, but a combination of nerves and your lack thereof was not on his radar. he also wasnt ready for you to ask about rules, he had completely overlooked that aspect of abducting and keeping someone in your home.
“well… this is your room, you can use the kitchen downstairs if you want anything, but i’ll try to keep you happy and full” he stood and paced the decently sized room “don’t try to leave, please. i tried hard to get you here and make you feel okay about it, so that would kinda hurt, like a lot.”
you heard your stomach rumble, and he heard it too, whipping his head to face you. “OH!! i made you some food, since i sorta took you before dinner. i’ll be right back, feel free to explore until i get back!” he excitedly and clearly stated, finally getting some confidence back, before leaving the room, door left open so you could roam. you stood and started sifting through the drawers. paper, pens, pencils, all the stationary you could need. even envelopes like you didn't still have your phone on you, but it was cute anyway.
his room was on the farther end of the hall, you didn’t want to check it out yet, not sure if that was allowed; but it was obviously his, the door was cracked open enough to see a quickly-made bed. between your two rooms, was the streaming room, half was his setup, the other was the basics of your’s. he obviously put a lot of thought and effort into this, you might as well play along for a bit. across the hall from the large streaming room, was the bathroom. bath/shower combo, nice sink, and a modern toilet with a bidet. the shower was stocked with all the supplies you use. on the counter were two toothbrushes, one green and the other in your favorite color; they stand in a cup next to the toothpaste you recently switched to. at least you know you talked about the toothpaste on stream, everything else was eerie to see in a (basically) stranger’s house.
you heard footsteps coming up the stairs just as you got seated back in the bedroom. your bedroom now. charlie entered the room sideways, arms carrying two trays of food; 3 dishes and your favorite soda from your childhood on his left, 4 plates on his right.
“hah,, i didn’t quite think this through,, do you wanna eat on the bed or the desk?” he asked nervously, seeing to struggle with the trays for just a second before he flashed you the winning smile again. you wouldn’t be damn near as comfortable if he wasn't so beautiful.