#until dawn christopher

[holywoodelevator]

Watching these edits side by side made me realise how similar but different Chris and Josh grieve both people the love

They both blame themselves for what they did

But both deal with it differently. Josh deals with his grief with revenge while Chris deals with it by trying to find everyone else and get out of there as soon as possible so they won't end up like Josh

[holywoodelevator]

i miss my wife tails... (I say as if I wasn't the one who killed Chris)

[trashfullofsin]

Just a guilty pleasure drawing of 90′s Chris.... >->

[imagine-until-dawn]

Dare or no Dare

Plot: Chris is DDD to try on the Readers Contact lenses without permission. Pain. Pairing: (implied) Chris/Reader Warning: mentions of alcohol, drunkness Reader Gender: neutral Words: 339

“Come on man, just do it. It’s a Dare, so you know that’s gonna be done.” Josh laughed, obviously drunk already while Chris, despite his intoxicated state shook his head a little. “I don’t know man, those are Y/N’s spare ones so...” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the small container on the table before taking another sip of his drink. And with a smirk Josh stared at him, “Fine. I’ll make it a Double Dog Dare.” and now Chris was convinced.

Looking at Josh and mumbling a “Fine... Whatever, bro.” he grabbed the container on the table, leaving for the bathroom. It was not even a second after he closed the baths door that you entered the room, squinting when you immediately noticed your belonging missing. You just wanted to take it to your room instead of letting it lay around. When you looked at Josh and saw a shit-eating grin plastering his face you immediately had a bad feeling in your gut.

“...Josh? Where’s my spare contact lenses?” you questioned, motioning towards the table where said belonging had been resting not even moments ago. Without receiving an actual answer you only saw him pointing towards the bathroom door before you sighed. Your suspicions were confirmed when a series of swears left the bathroom, a string of “shit shit shit shit shit” following right after as Chris busted through the door, covering his eyes rather dramatically.

Leaning over him you saw him squinting with one eye while his yet “unharmed” one looked up at you, though he obviously must of been seeing you a little bit blurry. “Chris. I wanted to get mad at you for just using my contacts...” you began, already seeing the regret in his uncovered eye. Seeing him like this made you feel both, bad about his predictament but also amused about his misery. “...BUT. I think you just redeemed yourself.” you stated, calming him down successfully.

“Now come on you doofus, let’s get your eye treated.”