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I shouldn't have been so suprised... a goth Chuckie? Who would have thunk it?
But this story works. It not only works, but has me asking for more.
The characters are set in their mid/late teens.
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I recommend this story to everyone, it'll bring out your dark side. Plus it's T/K, if anyone likes the pairing. AUTHOR NOTE:
I'm gonna say now, THIS IS GONNA BE DARK AND NASTY. Much like a G.G. Allin song. Swearing, self-harm, insanity, killings and bloodshed people! But no sex. Anyways now I've lost all my audience I can continue as planned.
This fic will be borrowing heavily from a little comic known as Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. This is somewhat a crossover of sorts (except none of the characters from Johnny the Homicidal Maniac will show up, I'm just stealing all it's ideas) but it will still be made so those that have never seen the comic can understand what's going on.
So, anything like this 'please review!' is thought. Anything like this "Hope you enjoy" is voices. Notice the difference in commers.
Written to…humm…System of a Down – Aerials, DRAGONFORCE (So epic and amazing), and random other things.
All characters from Rugrats belong to Nick; all references to JTHM belong to Jhonen 'Boss of Satan' Vasquez.
I own Gogol.
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Chuckie stood out like a sore thumb. While the others sitting on the Hi-Skool cafeteria table all dressed in normal clothes, baggy jeans and skater-come-punk shirts, Chuckie wore black.
Black pants and a black and white striped shirt that fell longer on the front and back like the ends of a waiter's jacket. On his feet he wore a pair of huge, knee length boots which each had three large clips holding them tight onto Chuckie's legs. The toes of these boots where shaped like a pair of metal hooves.
His hair was still the mess of red that it had always been, and he still wore a pair of thick rimmed glasses over his eyes. The boy was at the ripe old age of seventeen and he had become a tall, skinny teenager. He was the tallest out of all his friends, and combined with the way he dressed, the easily the odd one out. Except for when he was compared to Dil, but Dil was in his own special category.
Chuckie took another bite of his burger and looked at the others on the table.
Tommy, his best friend, sat next to him, or more accurately, sat closest to him.
Tommy had hardly changed in the last five years; he had only grown taller and had aged into a slim young teenager with several Indy films under his belt. He wore his usual sneakers, blue baggy jeans and blue and white top. His purple hair was neatly cut and a short chain came from his waist, on which a screwdriver key chain could be seen.
To his left, and sitting on the end of the table, was his girlfriend and Chuckie's sister, Kimi. Kimi wore her usual yellow t-shirt with a pink top over it. She had a green skirt and a pair of brown, fluffy boots. Her longish purple hair was held back in a ponytail. She giggled at one of Tommy's jokes and leaned slightly closer to him.
Chuckie scowled and looked into his burger; he hated the uber mushy shows of public affection.
He looked up again to across the table to where the twins, Phil and Lil sat chatting with Tommy and Kimi. They too had grown taller as they entered true teenager-dom. Phil was a regular looking kid with a green t-shirt covered by an open orange shirt. He wore blue baggy jeans and regular sneakers. His brown hair was at ear length and was rather messy through lack of combing, but now he had pushed it back away from his face.
Lil wore a pink t-shirt with some sport logo printed across it and a pair of brown pants with a pair of sneakers. Her wavy brown hair fell over her shoulders and there was a dyed red streak going across one eye, which she brushed away.
Dil wasn't around yet, which slightly disappointed Chuckie as the younger boy was one of the only people who would talk to him without care for who was looking.
It seemed that since his conversion to wearing 'goth' clothing a year ago, the others (excluding Dil, Tommy and his sister) had collectively agreed to leave him out of most of their activities. That was fine by Chuckie, who had grown out of going to malls and trying to constantly fit in.
Still, having only three talking friends was lonely, especially since one of them was his step-sister. He found that he spent much more time indoors then usual and was alone more often. He often combated this by reading books and graphic novels; he had found their company usually more enjoyable then real people.
"Weirdo!" Chuckie looked up slightly as the insult was shouted from halfway across the cafeteria. Some of the others on the table glanced up but soon went back to their mindless talk. Chuckie sighed at the prospect of once again spending a lunch break talking to no-one.
He got up off his seat, taking his, typically black, backpack onto his left shoulder and silently walked away. He knew the others wouldn't miss him; they were too busy ignoring his existence to notice his leaving.
"Screw em" said a tiny voice in the back of his mind, "You don't need those normality-obsessed losers."
'Yea,' He thought back, 'But it's still nice to have friends.'
The voice answered back, slightly surprising Chuckie, "Friends are overrated, especially the ones you've got."
Chuckie frowned. Usually his internal conversations could be edited for words he wanted to hear, but this was different. It came on when he didn't ask it to; he spoke what he didn't really want to hear and even sounded slightly weird... not the usual echo of his own voice but...different.
It still sounded like his own; but as if he was confident, fearless, even slightly mocking. Nothing like the usual timid, shy, quiet Chuckie.
It had been popping up in his mind lately. At first he just though it was his own self pity, but it had slowly began speaking more and more, even in situations that didn't call for it. It had been like that for most of the week, whispering ideas about attacking gym teachers with baseball bats and such.
Suddenly he felt a leg knocking against his boots and before he could stop himself he fell flat onto his face.
The cafeteria erupted with laughter as the boy rolled over to see what, or who was the reason for his sudden fall.
He looked up to see the ugly laughing face of Torque Smacky, the head jock of the school and boyfriend to one of the most bossy, snide and evil people Chuckie had ever known.
Angelica laughed beside him. She had been dating the ugly school quarterback for half a year and the reason was plainly obvious. It was not because she liked him; it was because it secured her position as one of the popular kids.
She could also use his low intelligence and brute strength to her advantage and make sure that no one ever said a bad thing about her. She had dropped the old gang like a worn out paper bag as soon as she had set up this deal.
Chuckie hated her for it, somewhat more then the others. While they resented the fact that she had dumped them all, Chuckie resented the fact that she had done it purely out of greed for power. If there was one thing that truly got to him, it was people like Angelica.
Her boyfriend and the rest of the popular kids stopped laughing to smile cruelly down at him.
"Watch where you're going, freak." The boy said before breaking out into a stupid sounding laughter.
Chuckie picked himself up glaring at them all the time but inside he knew he could do nothing about it. If he did say or try anything they would kick the life out of him and probably come back for seconds.
Which is why he looked to the table his friends where at. He looked at Phil then to Lil who both suddenly found their shoes suddenly rather interesting.
He scowled; he didn't really expect them to help anyway. He turned to Tommy, one who he counted as an ally. Tommy looked at him then looked to Kimi. Chuckie turned to her as well. She looked back and forth between her boyfriend and her brother before simply gripping Tommy tighter.
Chuckie's face fell, his best friend and his own step-sister, his two closest allies were refusing to help him. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched in anger. He picked up his backpack, and, humiliatingly, he turned and walked off. He could still hear their laughter even as he walked down the corridor.
It stung him. This happened so much it gone past the point of expected punishment for being different. This was a constant day-in day-out abuse, even outside of Hi-School he got name calls and weird looks from the people he walked past. All because he dressed in dark clothes. And now, now even Kimi was turning away from him. His head lowered and his scowl grew.
"Its amazing how much image affects things," Whispered the tiny voice into his ear, "Take these people for example. On the surface they all look like regular working humans, yet scratch the surface and you find a writhing mass of shit that makes up their minds. These people don't deserve to live, you should do something about that you know."
Chuckie suddenly felt alarmed, that was so unexpected and so odd that it scared him. He quickly darted into the boys toilets. He ran up to a mirror and looked into his own reflection.
He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, "What are you?"
"Just a friend," and, for a split second he could almost see it, but it vanished and Chuckie knew it was gone.
He ran a cold water tap and splashed his face. He sighed in relief as the cool water eased his shaken nerves. He then looked up at his reflection again and smiled wearily, 'Chuckie, you're cracking up. Next thing you know you'll be going psycho.'
He laughed and walked out of the toilets.
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Chuckie sat in his room reading a bad vampire novel. He was only halfway through the third chapter and he was already bored with it. His room was a mass of dark and spooky looking things that he had adorned it with. Posters of all sorts of heavy metal and goth bands hung from his walls. In one corner stood an old dresser which had broken on one of the mirrors. Chuckie had begged his Dad and step-mom to keep it, why he wanted to was a mystery to them but they agreed. It was now covered with fake webbing and was home to many of Chuckie's dark trinkets that he had amassed.
There was a knock at the door, Chuckie ignored it.
Kimi's voice floated through it, "Chuckie...Chuckie can I come in?"
Chuckie turned away from the door, ignoring the pleading sorrow in her voice. He still refused to say anything. He hadn't said a thing to her since the lunch hall incident. When they had came in from Hi-School he had pushed past her and spent all his time in his room, only coming down to eat dinner quickly then go back upstairs.
Kimi waited for a moment before her voice again came quietly though the door. "Chuckie, I'm coming in."
The door clicked open as she poked her head in, Chuckie refused to look at her. He listened to her sigh and walk in, closing the door behind her. By the sound of it, she was carrying a bag with her.
He sat up and put down the novel, but still he did not look at her. He felt the weight on his bed shift as she sat down and the rustle of her setting the bag beside her. There was an awkward silence as Chuckie waited for his step-sister to say something.
Finally she said, "Why do you love all this goth stuff so much? You used to be scared to death of these things."
Chuckie suppressed a laugh and looked around his room. She was right, he did used to be scared witless at this stuff. But somewhere, something changed. He learned that despite all the times he had been scared, inside, deep inside, he loved it. He loved the rush of adrenalin fear could give him, he loved the sense of danger the unknown radiated, he loved the shiver along his spine and the way the darkness embraced everything.
But she could never understand that.
"I dunno...I just do." He answered slowly. There was another awkward silence before he spoke again. This time much more harshly. "Why didn't you do anything at Hi-School?"
"Chuckie..." She sighed. "I...I..."
"Was too wrapped up in Tommy's arms? Too afraid of Angelica? To scared to be seen helping the spooky kid?"
She turned around swiftly, anger reflecting in her eyes. "No! You know that's not it at all."
Chuckie lay back onto his bed, placing his hands behind his head and letting one food dangle over the side. He gave Kimi a hard stare, "Then what?"
She looked away, ashamed to meet his gaze. "Look," She looked back to him, "You know there was nothing I could have done anyway."
Chuckie looked away. He didn't want to admit that she was right, it wasn't often she was wrong. She smiled slightly as she knew he had realized this.
"Look, I bought you this as an apology." Chuckie watched as she reached the bag and brought out a small black plush. It looked like a cat but it had narrow red eyes, very pointy ears and little other features. It looked rather spooky and Chuckie already liked it.
She smiled and placed it on his stomach, "I know how you love things like this. So? Are we OK now?"
Chuckie smiled and sat up, giving Kimi a brotherly hug, "Yea, we're OK. Thanks."
She let go of her step-brother and stood up, "Good. Cya laters Chuck," And she walked out the room.
Chuckie looked down at the cat-thing, staring into the blood red eyes. He lifted up to eye-level and raised an eyebrow, "What should I call you?"
Something in the back of his mind quietly said, "Gogol."
Chuckie widened his eyes in amusement at the unusual name before shrugging and placing it on his beside desk. "Gogol it is."
As he buried his head back into his book he missed the eyes on the cat-thing glow before growing lifeless once more.
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Chuckie lay on the bed fast asleep, dressed only in his boxers with chapter seven of the book open on his face. He had fallen asleep roughly around midnight. Outside there was a slight wind. An owl hooted somewhere and the sound of a car driving past could be heard.
"Wake up Chuckie."
Chuckie's eyes flickered open, "Whu…what?"
He sleepily removed the book from his face while also lifting himself up from his lying position. He could have sworn something had talked to him. But he couldn't tell if it was in his dreams or in real life.
He rubbed his eyes and ran and hand through his messy hair. "Man…what time is it?"
"Its half three in the morning." Replied a slightly mocking, dark voice.
Chuckie jumped up in surprise and looked about rapidly. "Who…who said that? Is someone there?"
"Nope. No one's here, only you." Chuckie jumped again, but this time he knew where the voice was coming from. He looked, shocked and scared, at Gogol.
The little cat-plush was totally lifeless but Chuckie was sure that it was where the voice was coming from.
It took a moment for the boy to gather the words in his mouth. "You…you talk?"
"Well," It stated matter-of-factly, "Not really. I mean, at the moment you're still talking to yourself. I just moved out of your head. I woke you up just to make sure you know that. I didn't want to tell you in the morning and spoil it because I know you're not a morning person."
Chuckie was speechless. Suddenly he closed his eyes and hit his fist on his head. "No…NO! This is a dream, wake up Chuckie, WAKE UP!"
Gogol laughed. "This is no dream, you're awake. Perhaps more awake then any other person alive."
Chuckie stopped hitting himself to give the cat a curious look "What?"
"Chuckie, Chuckie, Chuckie," It said slowly as if he had got something stupidly wrong, "This is no ordinary case of insanity you have here and I'm no ordinary voice. You are something uniquely special."
Chuckie's eyes widened in silent wonder as Gogol continued. "I would tell you more but, I need more time to grow, I mean, get adjusted in here. You understand right?"
Chuckie was still rather shocked, so he just nodded dumbly.
The cat sounded pleased, "Good. Well you better get some sleep while you can. Nighty, night."
The teenager was about to do just that, however, Chuckie instead stood up as his common sense suddenly came crashing back in."Hey…your that voice that's been talking to me all week aren't you?"
Gogol sighed, "If you must know, yes."
Chuckie stood up pointing a slightly shaking finger at the cat. "You keep trying to make me hate my friends!"
"Oh yes," Gogol replied sarcastically, "The many legions of them. Look, let's not get off to a bad start. We'll continue this in the morning."
"BAD START!" Chuckie yelled at the cat, "The other day you said that I should saw the legs off a cheerleader!"
The cat huffed, "It was only friendly suggestion."
Chuckie was about to burst into another shout when there was a knock at the door.
"Chuckie?" The worried, nasally voice of his dad floated through, "Are you OK? I heard shouting and its quarter to four in the morning…"
"Ermm…I'm OK dad, I just…ermm…had a bad dream." Chuckie replied while casting an evil glare at the cat.
"Well OK…if you say so. Goodnight Chuck."
"Night dad," Chuckie said to the door as the sounds of his dads footsteps tapped down the hallway. The teenager then turned to glare again at Gogol before climbing back onto his bed. Slowly his eyes began to droop.
Just before he fell into a restless sleep he heard Gogol chuckled darkly, "Goodnight, my little waste-lock…"
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Ermm...yea. I'm happy with this. It turned out not as bad as I first thought it would. All the settings are set so now I can continue on my course without having to explain much more. When it was posted it was full of errors...sorry readers. I fixed em I think.
How's everyone liking goth Chuckie? I tried searching on dev-art for one but surprisingly NO ONE has ever drawn one out before. Strange, I always though he'd make the best goth out of them all.
Tommy/Kimi pairing yes...but it's important to the plot, so forgive me and shut up.
Angelica may be being too much of a bitch...but I care not.
Where is poor Dill I hear you ask? Well, he'll be here soon.
The name Gogol is taken from Gogol Bordello, the gypsy punk band whose music is so ace it makes me wanna make banana splits…in ma pants!
Finished at 4:12 am (in the morning!)
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