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It had been a while since Chet last spoke to Andrew but now seemed like a good time to contact him again with a plan. A bit of an adventure that would surely make their boss happy. Chet made his way to the warehouse before knocking on the door.
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With Rebecca under control and locked away in the bedroom, it was time for Chet to meet Andrew. He wasn’t to fond of the man already, considering what he had done to his “wife”, but he would hospitable and meet him. He was a proxy after all, one of William’s workers. Besides, he wanted to see how good of a job William did correcting his problems.
You’re a really. Really horrible person, Chet!
“I don’t think I’m horrible. I’m on William’s good side, aren’t I?”
(Finally got around to making an aesthetic board for Chet.)
This pain. This full body, bone deep pain... Sandra remembered it from when William revived her years ago. She opened her mouth to scream in pain but nothing came out. She writhed and struggled in the chair she had been confined to, trying to ease the pain she felt. Chet watched her with an amused look on his face.
“Breathe, Rebecca. Focus on my voice,” he said sharply, putting the syringe away, “I told you that you weren’t going to escape your punishment by dying on me.” Sandra couldn’t hear him over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears before she slowly started to settle down, her body trembling.
“Good girl. Do you see how much easier your life can be when you listen to others?” Sandra lowered her head, panting hard before murmuring softly.
“Hmm? What was that, dear?” Chet walked over to her and leaning down in front of her, “You’ll have to speak up if you want something.” Sandra kept her head down but didn’t make a sound. Chet smiled.
“Are you going to behave yourself from now on?” Sandra nodded.
“No more rebelling?” Another nod. He began to smile, running a hand through her hair tenderly, causing her to flinch slightly.
“Good. Now, let’s get you all ready to meet William.”
I dare you to let Sandra go, Chet.
“Unless you’re William, that’s not going to happen.”
“...You son of a bitch....”
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Chet hates cilantro since it tastes like soap to him.
🤲 🏡 🍬 for Chet?
send 🤲 for a religious headcanon / send 🏡 for a home headcanon / send 🍬 for a family headcanon
Despite his day job/cover as a pastor, Chet isn't religious at all. He knows just enough to pass as legit. He does believe in the occult and is the leader of a cult
His home is a neat one bed, one bath with a basement.
As for his family, he left them behind once he decided to help William. His mother, father, younger sister and younger brother are still alive in another state.
