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Choptop x Reader fanfic

Slightly yandere….. 😳

I couldn’t find what I wanted for myself so I’ll write it for myself… UNFINISHED THOUGH, WILL BE POSTING FULL FIC SOON!!!

Also at least posting one mid length fanfic lets me allow myself to take fanfiction commissions, I’ll only really make tcm one to begin with, but I’ll open my horizons as I go…… (I’ll put this all in my bio)

Choptop’s speech is in purple text to avoid confusion

Tw- Mentions of drug use

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, and you started to consider that they had abandoned you.

It was stupid, you should be on the dance floor, partying like they promised. You were promised a fun night, dancing, getting blackout drunk, doing stupid shit and forgetting it by morning, but there was high likelihood they had all just hopped bars and left you.

You knew you were just dead meat to them, something extra to haul around. Maybe it was a sick prank; motivated by a will to get away from you for a while. 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 anyone else have hope for them?

You tipped the last drops of alcohol from the bottle down the back of your throat, and sighed. Just accepting your situation. Your eyes scanned the room for any sign of a familiar face, but something or someone else caught your eye.

There was a man, so pale he was almost gray, standing in the corner opposite to 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 lights 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 coat hanger and push it under his wig. He giggled a little at this and began scraping at something on 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 slid 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 your nostrils, a smell you were often used too.

You moved in and out of small crowd after small crowd, until you were practically face to face with this stranger.

“Uhh hey…” you awkwardly stated.

“Ooh Uhm h-hey there.”

The guy had a slight stutter, and a weirdly jittery way of speech. There was a manic glint in his eye as he looked up at you. You could see him in more detail now, you liked his purple glasses.

“Nice glasses, mind if I buy you a drink?”

“Oh yeah yeah… been a little while s-since someone asked me that.”

He giggled 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 anything else that night, you had your share of substances, and, with your apparent abandonment, it wasn’t so fun for you anymore.

You handed him the beer and he popped off the cap to start drinking from it.

“Do you care to step outside? I-I ‘ain’t fond of this song, all this noise is hurtin’ my uhhh head…”

“Sure.” You countered, and you walked out the building together.

You leaned against the wall, on a patch of some kind of bodily fluid. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“Do you mind if I borrow that lighter you got?”

“Oh yea yeah”

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 and handed the lighter back to the man. He took it from you. Your hands made 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 were somewhat enthralled by, really everything about this guy. You knew all your ‘friends’ would never let you live it down if you hooked up with this kind of guy, but the thought wasn’t out of your mind.

You took a drag from the cigarette.

“I never got your name..”

“Bobby.”

The man blurted out. Then he retracted his statement with,

“But folks just tend t-to call me other things… Choptop, Chop… whatever y-you want really.”

You nodded to make sure the man knew you heard him.

“I’m Y/N.”

There was a silence for a few minutes. You could feel his eyes running all around you, but didn’t want to make it awkward by making eye contact.

In a sudden burst, he grasped your hand and started pulling 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 remember is an arm around you and a man humming softly. Dazed and confused you didn’t full come to the realisation of where you were and who you were with, until you heard his voice.

“You’re a cute one, at least I find ya cute. I think ol’ grandpa will loooove you!”

When this is finished I will be posting on my ao3 and on here. I don’t have any fanfics up on ao3 right now so I’ll link it when I’m done and have uploaded the full fic on here and there 😳🧐

SORRY IF THERE IS TYPOS! if there is please let me know..

nubbins + choptop 📸💿

-ive been experimenting coloring digitally, but this turned out meh okay i still kinda like it

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