#chrissy lives

[mangoslam]

Chrissy lives AU

[known-as-the-woman]

Next up on “Things I Wish Happened”...

[hellopsycho44]

Flight of Orpheus and Eurydice

Hellcheer Week Day 3: 2nd Chance

'I should be dead' He thought to himself. He wandered around...correction, flew through the Upside Down thanks to his new set of wings. One moment Eddie was dying in Dustin's arms and later woke up to find himself some sort of an abomination. Pale skin, black veins, burning eyes, leathery wings, and Vecna pulling his strings. Forced as his servant. He barely paid attention to what Vecna said, focusing on the broken corpse of Chrissy, propped up like some fucked up trophy.

Eddie was sick of it but what the hell could he do. His spirit was just about broken. Vecna summoned him back to his lair, standing gloating and ordering Eddie to prepare for the invasion. Eddie could only nod his head in subservience, his will broken long ago. He previously tried attacking the monster in the beginning but each time ended with Eddie flung around painfully and horribly tortured. He was about to take off when he spared one last glance at Chrissy. He didn't know what prompted him but walked over to her. Everything was wrong with her: her imploded eyes, dislocated jaw, twisted limbs, and her pale lifeless skin.

Eddie stabbed himself in the hand with his own claws. He spread some of his blood over Chrissy's twisted face in a futile attempt to make her look slightly better. It was a hopeless improvement but at least her skin had a rosier tint. Tears nearly bursting, Eddie flapped his wings to take flight...

COUGH!!!

COUGH!!!

Hoarse violent coughs filled the air. Eddie immediately whirled around and couldn't believe his eyes. She barely moved like a broken animatronic, but moving nonetheless. He rushed over "Chrissy?!" he shouted with a mixture of concern and disbelief. She could only weakly groan. Eddie immediately stabbed himself again and gave her more blood. She violently coughed some more before her limbs slowly realigned and jaw snapped back into place. Her eyes returned but were a dull milky color, dried bloodstains dripped down from her eyes to chin like a screwed up tattoo.

"E-E-Ed-die" Chrissy weakly rasped. Tears soon became waterfalls as Eddie tore away those damned vines holding her to that wretched spire, his will returning in full force. He wasn't gonna fail her again. He was going to save her. He wasn't abandoning her again. He was going free her from hell. He would give her another chance at life. He will make Chrissy Cunningham the happiest girl in the world. Chrissy practically crumbled into his arms as he quickly scooped her up.

A stabbing pain shot through Eddie's head as he nearly fell on his knees. He looked over his shoulder to see a pissed off Vecna with his hand stretched out. "I had known you would do something like this eventually" his voice like grinding gears sounded off "It was always going to end like this, Eddie the freak, Eddie the banished". Eddie tried to standing up but the pain grew stronger with each move. He could hear Chrissy's labored breathing quickening with panic. "Futilely returning to a home that wishes you dead, saving a girl beyond repair. You were always going to end up alone." Eddie could only grit his teeth. He glanced at Chrissy. He could only see panic and fear in her clouded eyes. He wouldn't let her be afraid again. He will never fail her again!

With one last look of defiance and hate towards the abomination, Eddie summoned a swarm of demobats towards Vecna. Eddie took off, carrying Chrissy, smashing straight through the window of the Creel House attic. Eddie could hear Vecna roaring in rage but couldn't care less.

As he soared towards the megagate, Eddie look towards Chrissy, clinging to him a lifeline. Her face was smeared with tears and bloodstains. He smile towards her. "Don't worry, Chrissy. We're going home". He knew Vecna would strike back with a vengeance. Eddie had to find the others and finally deal with Vecna. For now, he felt atoned.

A super late post for Day 3. Heavily inspired by several Hellcheer artpieces. Also my hope for Season 5. They deserve and must get that happy ending.

@hellcheerweek

[bifuriouswaterbender]

Check out this amazing art I commissioned from the lovely @maikaartwork of Chrissy's crowning moment in Chapter 6 of Craving Something Deeper. They blew my expectations out of the water!

[cariguevara]

Chrissy wake up

[cutlove]

Eddie meets the cats.

Cunningham house, late June of ‘88.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie convinces Chrissy to come up on stage for a song and Chrissy is uncertain.

"You got this."

Edit: He starts playing her favorite song.

[blushweddinggowns]

Chrissy was used to nightmares. She had them just as much as the next girl. Well… maybe more often considering how it was a weekly problem. But her nightmares had always been predictable. Her mom screaming at her and calling her ugly in front of the whole school, everyone somehow finding out she that she might, maybe, (definitely), was gay, or the classic of going to class naked on accident. Though the last one usually had the little spin of Jason vomiting at the sight of her nude. A fact that she actually missed, considering how lately Robin had replaced him in her subconscious as the disgusted party. 

The point was, they were normal and often. But they were never like this. Because for the past few days she had been plagued with horrifying dreams, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. There was this thing that kept following her in them, calling to her, chasing her. It knew things about her that no one else did, which should have made sense. It was her own mind after all. But… something felt wrong. It wasn’t like she was digging up her own personal demons, it felt like her brain was being invaded by pure malice, like something desperately wanted her dead. 

It made no sense. The thing had a voice, one that she didn’t recognize despite how surreally present it felt. Almost… like she could hear it even when she wasn’t sleeping. A symptom of her lack of sleep she was sure, that had her way too freaked out. She was definitely being over dramatic about the whole thing. They were just dreams, they would pass eventually. So she kept them to herself, deciding that there was no reason in worrying anyone over her stupid brain. She would fly under the radar until the weirdness passed and then everything would be back to normal again. The only problem was that certain people were making it very hard to fly under the radar.

That was one issue about keeping her newer friends, they cared way too much. Eddie kept shooting her worried looks, Nancy was being extra attentive to her in their shared classes, and Steve had already sent her home with three different kinds of baked goods in the past five days. They knew something was wrong, but at least they bought her excuse. She blamed all their worries on her mom. All of the pressure she was putting on her for the big game. Which might as well have been true. She probably was the root cause to all of her nightmares anyway. 

Everyone took it at face value. Everyone but Robin. Because of course, it would be Robin. Robin knew there was something more going on, if her constant hovering was anything to go by. She was extra attentive lately, doing the silliest little things. Like calling her thirty minutes after seeing each other, just to check in. Or carrying her books down the hallway for her with the prettiest smile, always saying something about how it was a band nerd’s duty to take care of the head cheerleader. It was so stupid and Chrissy always tried to half heartedly fight her on it, even though she always lost. And Chrissy… hated how much she loved that.

It didn’t help that Jason was starting to get weird about the whole thing. Always making joking reminders that he was her boyfriend. Not that Chrissy cared. She wished she did, but… she really had to break up with him soon. It would make the Robin fantasies easier to handle. Then at least she’d only have to feel guilty to one person. She just had to wait until the game was over, and then she’d do it. But for now she had bigger problems. 

Because the dreams weren’t passing. If anything they were getting worse, she was getting worse. She was dead tired all the time, sleep or no sleep. It was bad enough that she just decided to stop trying by the third day. It wasn’t safe. Even a half hour nap was enough space for the nightmares to come crawling back. They were starting to mess with her, bad. Bad enough for it to get harder and harder to hide it. Bad enough for her to actually hallucinate. 

Or at least, that’s what she thought was happening. There was no other explanation than her going insane from sleep deprivation. She just… hadn’t expected it to get so life like. And she knew no one else was seeing what she was. She couldn’t tell anyone, not unless she wanted to be put into a mental institution. Even Robin would think she was crazy for this.

Probably. 

Maybe.

Or maybe not. Robin was far from the type to judge. She was tempted. But… no. Especially not after what happened in the bathroom. 

One minute she was throwing up in the toilet and the next her mom was there. Calling her, taunting her. But it wasn’t her. She couldn’t make the walls shake. She couldn’t make Chrissy see that thing. She had ran the second things had calmed down. It was too real, way, way too real. It was getting harder to justify what was happening. How could it all be in her head? 

But then again, how could it not be?

All Chrissy knew was that she needed sleep. Uninterrupted, demon less sleep. Then she would be fine. That was it. If she had to force it then fine. She couldn’t go on like this for another night. Chrissy wasn’t exactly a big fan of doing drugs, but she was still friends with a drug dealer. It seemed to be her best bet.

And Eddie had been nice about it when she went to see him. Of course he had. He was always so sweet to her, despite the fact that she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t even have the courage to admit that they were friends in public while he was fully ready to give her free ketamine. Ride included.

But despite the guilt, she still took him up on it. If it could tranquilize a horse, than it would definitely work for her. Then this nightmare would finally be over. The hope was enough to get her through the rest of the night, despite the fact that she was dancing on dead feet. But they won thank god, that meant that Jason would be too busy celebrating to pay her any attention. She slipped away with ease, too exhausted to notice any sharp eyes following her to Eddie’s van.

She just needed this to be over. 

Eddie was the perfect gentlemen when they got inside the trailer. He even offered to put some music on, an obvious attempt to calm her down. Just one more sign that her perfect mask had long since slipped. She was too busy jumping at shadows to pretend otherwise. She stayed in the living room as he dug around for it, hugging herself as she waited. 

The music was at least helping. Her grandma used to love Karen Carpenter. She closed her eyes, gently humming it to herself as she waited. Then, she felt an ice-cold draft, which was odd. She knew he had closed the door behind them. She opened her eyes, fully expected to see the Munson door hanging open. 

But she wasn’t in the trailer. She was… home. Chrissy whipped around, nearly stumbling as she looked at her living room. How-what? She could barely even comprehend what was happening before the lights started to flicker, the stairs creaking.

“Chrissy.”

It was him. That horrible, horrible voice. But now it was closer than ever, coupled by heavy foot steps on straining woods. But this wasn’t right. She wasn’t asleep. It was like the damn bathroom all over again but worse. How did she get here? Where was Eddie? Where were her parents? Her brother?

“Chrissy.”

That sound felt invasive, like it was slicing right through her. Invisible fingers prodding in her brain, bizarre and painful. And it was only getting closer.

She had no idea what was happening, who he was or what he wanted. 

She just knew she had to run. 

She sprinted in a random direction, anywhere to get away from that voice. But things kept changing. Her windows weren’t her windows, all of them boarded up. There were no working doors, there was nothing. Only the sound of that thing slowly coming towards her. And… singing. A soft voice coming from a direction she couldn’t name.

It was almost like it was coming from everywhere, but it was so small in comparison to it. The thing that was rounding the corner, disgusting and vaguely human shaped. A thing made of pure malice, staring her down as she cried for help, banging on the boarded up windows. But no one was coming, no one could hear her. 

She turned, just to find herself nearly face to face with it, a gnarled, burned monster.

She was going to die here. She didn’t know how she knew but the second it touched her she would be gone. 

It was talking as it reached for her, words that Chrissy couldn’t hear, she was too terrified to retain any monologues. She was too busy having her life flash before her eyes, the sickening realization hitting that she was never going to see anyone she loved again. 

Then… she heard it again. The singing. It was clearer now, louder despite the fact that her mind was so loud. But she knew she heard it, somewhere here. She had nowhere to go, she knew that. She had already tried and trying again would just lead to this again, delayed by mere moments.

But then she heard him, the sound of Eddie’s voice screaming, “Chrissy! Wake up! I don’t like this! What the fuck!”

It was enough to have her moving, her body acting before her mind could catch up. She ducked right out of his slow, methodic reach, diving between the creatures legs before bolting. 

The entire house was different now, derelict and devoid of anything that used to make it hers. She was somewhere else again, but that didn’t stop her from running up the stairs, desperately trying to follow those voices. 

She could hear it coming after her, more hurried than the slow walk from before. She didn’t look back, she just burst into the first door she could find, her heart in her throat as she looked around. She didn’t have to look far. There on the far wall was… her. She could see herself floating in the air, Eddie screaming below her. It didn’t make sense but she wasn’t going to question it. 

Not when she felt the air go cold behind her, that voice growling, “Come back.”

She didn’t. She sprinted forward, running right into the image of herself. Then everything changed, within a split second. Suddenly she was falling, landing right on top of a still screaming Eddie.

She scrambled back, breathing heard as she frantically looked around. She was back, it was gone, but not for good. All she could do then was burst into tears. 

from the next chapter of this fic