#kid charles

[fanficwriter284]

Do you hate me? For the prompt list

Lol! My dumb ass thought you were asking me if I hated you for a split second! *Face palms* Thank you for sending this in!!!!

This fic takes place before Chucky and Tiffany were friends

It was a Monday, hell in Charles' eyes. The start of the week, and the day he had to go back to school. Great. Lately his patience with the new girl who had just kept following him around. And it pissed him off. She pissed him off. He however just sucked it up hoping she would grow tired of stalking him and leave. Whenever she got too close, he would make a face and shoot her a disapproving glare. Which resulted in her leaving. His patience finally snapped when she sat next to him at lunch. Before he could even react, she muttered something under her breath.

"Do you hate me?"

Hearing this he ruffled his brows. He couldn't respond to her question. He didn't feel anything about her. The only thing was that she annoyed him....but hate her? Hate was a strong word.

"...........Just------Just leave me alone"

"You didn't answer my question....do you hate me?"

".....I-----I-- don't know what to feel about you!!! You're just a thorn in my side...that won't leave me the fuck alone....."

The young boy stood up and limped away, his leg still sore from the encounter from his father.

[fanficwriter284]

You Pull the Strings Pt. 3

Chucky locked eyes with his father for a moment then immediately broke eye contact, looking down at the floor. His father let out a grunt and left the room. Chucky stared into his reflection once again, saying the rehearsed phrase over and over again.

"I fell down the stairs. I'm fine. I'll be ok"

"I fell down the stairs"

"I fell down the stairs"

Each time he said it, it felt even more fake than it already did. The illusion was breaking. He let out a long sigh, examining his damaged body, full of scars and cuts. He thought about, what if things were different. But he shook that thought out of his head, remembering his dad was in control. Not him. He had to obey, or he would be punished. He had no one. No friends, no family, well no family that cared about him at least. He continued to think about it. Was there a reason everyone hated him? Why? What did he ever do? He learned trust had been for fools. Every time he trusted someone, they stabbed him in the back, throwing him under the bus. He eventually learned to just keep his distance and learned to enjoy being alone and grew to like it. That way nobody could ever hurt him. It became part of the routine. No, it became a part of his life, a way to ensure survival. Who would ever care about him? Proven time and time again, he was expendable, a waste, a pawn on the chess board that was never used. Forgotten about, only used as a human punching bag. No one could ever love him. Right? He let that thought sink into his head. Nobody could ever love him. Nobody ever cared for him, he just had to look out for himself, and that was it. He was a lone wolf and that's how he liked it.

[la-mort-espxir]

!magic anon you're a little girl (or a little boy if you want but imagine a smol girl in the coat)

I’m going for a guy sorry anon; w; I’m bad with ring girls….

“Hmm, what do you want ano-” seeing the anon holding a wand he froze. No! Not this again! Before he knew everything when white….

Blinking a few times at his surroundings. When everything had become so…. tall? Looking into one of the windows seeing his reflection… no way… this had to be a joke… the former executioner barely could see his own face his coat’s sleeves hanging beside him on the ground. Looking around again, he panicked, where was he….?

[marching-to-the-sound-of-iron]

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((Hope you like :3 bby Charles ))