Hey yo~ so I wanted to try something silly.
This chapter is a reader appreciation chapter where I went through the comments and jotted down as many ideas as I could, to see what I could fit into a single chapter within the story and make it make sense. As such, It feels nothing like an RE Story and more like a rom-com. It's beautiful chaos x'D If you don't see your suggestion in here, do not worry. it's either because I'm saving it for the next time I do a chapter like this, or I was already planning on doing said request in a future chapter. We'll be going back to the plot building tension suspense Resident evil zombie stuff after this but for now, enjoy some random fun fluff suggested by you guys that's peppered with spice.
For the FF . Net upload the first scene will not be included since I need to keep a T rating or else I'll get taken off the search engine. If you're looking for it. go to AO3
Song Suggestion: Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Also, the first request that I'll be covering is a request for a "Spicy Scene" I tried my best. I'm really more of a fade-to-black writer. That being said it's actually going to add to the plot (sorta) so I'm willing to try. not sure if this counts as smut or not you tell me. Just know I am a soft bean and I did what I could before my face turned into a cherry tomato and had to move on. if you're not into reading that sort of thing skip the first scene by going to the first '*'*'*'*' marker.
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Charlotte looked at the sleeping figure next to her before checking the time.10 am. They had basically stayed up until midnight but they still had plenty of work to do. First thing was first though, she needed a shower. She managed to get out of the disheveled messy bed without waking up Karl and quietly snuck into the bathroom to turn on the shower.
This is Karl, I hired him over in Romania
Charlotte gave an internal groan as she remembered her past words... This. Just got more complicated. If they were going with the 'she hired him' story that would mean that she now had to fill out some HR paperwork so she wouldn't get in trouble if anyone found out they were intimately involved as well. which meant.
"Dad is going to kill me," She grumbles under her breath while washing her hair. Usually, she kept her personal matters away from the office so her dad wouldn't find out. Now he was definitely gonna find out. There's no way HR wouldn't snitch on her. She really didn't think that one through all the way but to be fair she didn't think she'd be, er, pitching multiple innings, with the guy a few hours later. Gracious, she knew there was the social-economic factor that safety and comfort increase breeding but she didn't think that applied to herself. Maybe if she just didn't fill out the paper wor- no. no that would be worse if someone found out and snitched.
As she mulled over this conundrum Heisenberg began to wake up. the sound of the shower turning on was enough to get him to squint and grumble. Honestly, he was kinda surprised she was walking after that. He chuckles a bit to himself before sitting up and stretching. found his underwear and put that on before digging out one of the Cigars from his pants pocket. As much as he wanted a smoke he heads over to the other loft and left the cigar on the dresser before heading into the bathroom to wash up as well. same routine as always. soak, soap. rinse. done.
He maybe didn't think this through the whole way. He only had the one outfit and it was not really usable at the moment. With little other option, he changes into his old village clothes just without the trench coat. He snags the cigar from the dresser and heads out to the balcony to get in a bit of nicotine for the day.
Charlotte towels off and heads back into her room to find it's empty. probably a good thing, she thought as she heads over to her closet to get dressed for the day. nothing fancy, just a turtle neck shirt and jeans with some sneakers since they needed to go into town and she didn't really want the bruising bite marks on full display.
'What's wrong with your hands?' 'Fix that.'
She frowns and looked over the rather excessive amount of scars on her hand and the cracking callused skin that came from her work in the village. By the end of it all, she wasn't knicking herself with tools as often but her time there had left its mark. What was once soft and pristine was now coarse and unrefined. Was it even possible to fix it? She gave a quiet sigh as she walked over to her desk and booted up her desktop to click around a bit and print out the HR documents she'd need for work on Monday.
Okay, she had that, she'd need to figure out what to do about, everything else. okay, breathe. think. one step at a time. she could do this. She took the pages off the printer and grabbed a pen from the drawer before heading downstairs to get to her phone. First thing was first she needed to get someone to clean up the apartment back to its original condition. maybe get on that meal drop-off plan again that she was using before so she didn't have to eat microwave meals um. OH, right clothes and a phone for Karl.
Heisenberg eventually finished up his smoke and snuffed out the butt of the cigar on the banister. what did he do with it now? he grumbled a bit and debated just pitching it into the yard but he figured that was a quick trip to the dog house if she found out. Instead, he elected to head back inside with it and go downstairs to pitch it in the kitchen trash. As he walks over, he notices Charlotte now clean and dressed leaning against the counter, filling out some papers while talking on the phone.
"Really? yeah no that's perfect, see you tomorrow then," she says and nods "bye." she says before moving the phone away from her face to poke the screen and put it down.
"Who was that?" he asks figuring he should practice English a bit.
"Cleaning service," Charlotte replies in both English and Romanian out of habit.
"For the house?" he asks as further clarification and she nods while focusing on the papers.
he tosses the cigar butt into the garbage can before heading over to look at what she was working on. "What is this?"
Charlotte paused a bit. "So I told people that you were an employee that I hired and there are kinda laws about not sleeping with people you hire."
"You're joking?" he asks in return with a perplexed expression.
"nope. no. sadly not. I mean it's an important law it protects a lot of people just not really in our case," she says clearly embarrassed. "So yeah now I have to fill this out or we could get in trouble and it's probably going to end up on my dad's desk."
ah. um. hm. he Leans a bit to look it over. it seemed pretty basic. names of individuals involved, date of initial encounter, number of encounters since then, date the relationship is being reported, is the relationship expected to continue, etc.
He taps on the paper where it was asking for a number. he wasn't sure how to say this in English so he gave up. "Don't fill that in yet. If he's going to see it and throw a fit, might as well give him something to really be pissed about," he says with a chuckle before taking the pen and marking the Yes check box for the question regarding if the relationship is expected to continue.
Charlotte laughs at that, before taking the pen back "Scoundrel," she says jokingly with a playful smile. "Alright, you're on," Charlotte agrees and works on the rest of the info. "if you haven't already you should grab some breakfast er. brunch? I dunno. food. we have a bit of running around to do and you'll need to go with me." The woman sits up to stash the papers in a kitchen drawer before going over the list "we need to get you a phone and some clothes. did you want anything else?
"Cigars and tools," he says without hesitation.
right cigars not sure how she kept forgetting about that. probably because he seemed to have an infinite stash before and it was never an issue. "Tools?" she asks confused.
"tools," he confirms with a nod.
she nods after thinking about it for a bit. suppose that was fair, She wouldn't always be bringing him with her so he'd need something to do while she was away. "Fine but if you tear up the house I will kick your ass."
"You and what army?" he says amused, as her stubbornness returned in full force.
Charlotte gently pats his face. "Don't need one," she replies before heading over to the fridge to grab an apple from the crisper and go find where her purse ended up.
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The two ended up at a few different stores. First off was a cigar store where he was grateful to have his pick of a large selection. It was in its own right rather beautiful. Even with the large selection, he went with the same old usual brand he'd always get because it was at least one thing that was consistent in a very unusual new world. She got him a new phone which he was actually pretty happy to have. he'd only had the tiny device in his life for a little less than a year but he pretty quickly realized how amazing and useful it was. He poked at the screen as they walked through a hardware store with a cart full of the basics. Hammers, screwdrivers, drill and drill bits, sanders, saws.
Charlotte smiles as she hears her phone go off and pulls the cart off to the side to check it and finds a new notification
Saturday, April 10th, 12:17 pm
[Chess] - It's your turn
While she is busy looking over the screen Heisenberg sneaks off on his own and comes back with a large box and a matching ear-to-ear grin. Charlotte had just finished taking her turn when she noticed what he was holding.
"Why, pray tell, do you need a chainsaw," She asks amused. Why was it that this happened every time they went into a hardware store? "You're not going to try and make another one of those tractor tanks are you?"
"you saw that?" he asks a bit surprised at first. Right he had her take that one asshole to the 5th level of the factory.
"Why did it have a chain saw attached to a pole?" Charlotte asks with continued amusement.
"It's a Bayonet" he replies with a frown. making fun of his tank. Rude.
"On a tank?" she asks with a laugh as he puts the chainsaw into the cart. "Fine. fine just, finish getting the tools you want, we still have a few places to go after this and at this rate, we're going to need to stop by the house to drop all of this off," He better fix anything he breaks or so help her, she will hand him over to immigration. Heisenberg wandered off again while Charlotte stayed by the cart and waited. This honestly was a fairly decent amount of stuff, she wasn't sure where he was going to put it... Maybe he needed his own space that wasn't IN the house. like a workshop. somewhere he could tinker to his heart's content while enjoying his unfortunate habit of chain-smoking. Hmm.
Charlotte wandered off to a different section of the store to take care of her own scheming. she'd barely finished talking with one of the employees when her phone started going off. She chuckled and answered. "are you lost?"
"God Damn it, you ran off on purpose," He accused as he heard her greeting.
"Well, legs do generally require a signal from the brain to start moving" She replies with a smirk.
"Smartass," he grumbles under his breath.
"Just stay put I'll be right there," Charlotte says as she starts heading back to where she was before.
"Too late. I'm already leaving with the shit, Shouldn't have left me unattended," Heisenberg replied. She forces a neutral expression as she hears the door alarm go off. "What the fu-"
"Yeah go back inside or you're going to get tackled. I'll be right there," She says with a tired expression whiles staying on the phone.
It took a few minutes of profusely apologizing but Charlotte was eventually able to defuse the situation that Heisenberg caused by trying to run off with a portable band saw and sautering iron. The purchases so far filled the more of the car just like Charlotte thought so they did end up having to drive back, drop everything off in the garage before heading out. This time to an outdoor mall where various storefronts lined concrete walkways.
"Okay, so you need casual day clothes, business day clothes, and sleepwear. that should probably cover the basics," Charlotte says while looking at the different storefronts. He wanted to argue that it wasn't necessary and they should have just stayed at home but, he kinda didn't have a leg to stand on for that argument.
"Fine, Where to first," He says with a frown.
"Suit would probably be easiest to knock off the list, go to one store get measured pick a few sets and you're golden," she says before stopping in front of a kiosk where a map of the area was on display.
"Seems easy enough..." He replies with a skeptical tone. Shopping was never that simple.
"Yep, ah here we go," she says as she taps at the map "It's not too far away."
Heisenberg nods and follows behind her as she leads the way around the area. before long they entered a boring-looking, prim and proper store where a few co-workers were more than ready to greet them.
"Welcome," says one with a customer service smile. "Can I help you find anything?"
Heisenberg looks to Charlotte on this one, he had no idea about this shit. Charlotte nods "We need measurements and fitting for 4 suits, two black a medium weight and a heavyweight, a blue in medium and I'll give you a wild card, whatever you think would work well for him. two vests, a few ties and shirts. shoes and socks as well if you have them." She lists off.
"A full wardrobe then?" the worker says a bit surprised and Charlotte nods. "Excellent we'll just have you come back here," The man says and leads Heisenberg back to stand on a short platform before starting to take measurements. "New job?" the man asks as he tries to understand a bit more about the purchase reason for the offered wildcard.
"Yeah," Charlotte replied. close enough.
"He's very quiet," the worker says as he noticed that Heisenberg was having charlotte do the more of the talking.
suppose he should at least say something "My English is not so good yet," he says hoping that would get the man to back off and just get through whatever this process was.
"Ah, it sounds fine to me," the worker replies with a nod. "What colors do you like?"
UUUGGH. Okay fine, he could do this. "Grey, Green, brown." he lists off and the man nods since that was pretty exclusively the colors he was already wearing.
"I see, I can work with that." the man nods as he writes down the measurements he took. "I'll be right back," he says before walking away and eventually coming back with another co-worker to put a few different options. "Now earth tones are a bit unusual for suits and I wouldn't recommend them for a 4th suit but I think in his case, with the right cut it would be a good Friday suit," he says as he first hands over a brown Pant, Suit and 4 button vest combo with a matching brown tie, brown leather shoes and a very pale blue button-up shirt.
Heisenberg accepts the clothes confused "The hell is a Friday suit?" he asks Charlotte in Romanian.
"he means a casual wear option," Charlotte explains.
yeah, he was already checking out mentally at this point.
"The vest and tie will work well with a black pant and jacket as well when paired with a white shirt. also, the brown 3 piece would pair well with a white shirt and red tie," the man lists off as Heisenberg goes off to reluctantly change. He eventually walks out still wearing his sunglasses and charlotte smiles contently. Whoever said that a well-cut suit on a man, is the equivalent of lingerie on a woman certainly got that right because he looked very nice. Actually. that was a thought. hm. Well anyways, it definitely had an old fashion feel to it but it suited him well.
"Sunglasses with a suit?" Charlotte asks amused as she walks over to get a better look at him.
Heisenberg frowns slightly. she wasn't going to pitch him under the bus to Miranda at this point. and if she wanted him dead, reviving him was a weird way of going about that. "I'm sensitive to light," he admits in Romanian. just because he was okay with telling her didn't mean he wanted to share with everyone in the store.
"Oh," she replies a bit surprised, it made a few things make sense though. "alright, they stay then, maybe we can find a few others aside from the John Lennon look, not that it's a bad look for you just. add some variety if you want it." she offers.
"Who in the hell is John Lennon and why do you keep bringing him up?" Heisenberg asks as he remembered the name from, basically the first thing she ever said to him.
right, "um" she clicked at her phone to bring up a picture.
"... son of a bitch stole my shades," Heisenberg says with a frown. "Other than that I don't look anything like him," he grumbles a bit.
Charlotte wasn't going to argue, it wasn't her intention to offend him at this point. It took a good hour or so but eventually the suits were gathered and paid for. definitely the more expensive purchase of the day so she was glad they got this out of the way so she knew where they were at budget-wise.
"They will be ready for pick up next week," The worker says with a smile as he was more than content with the commission he'd be receiving because of the purchase.
"We can head out now yeah?" He asks as he was already pretty drained from the running around they already did.
"Do you want to sleep in a suit?" Charlotte points out amused before shaking her head. "if you want to take a break and sit for a bit I think I know an option for that."
"A break sounds good," he admits.
"Okay, follow me," she says leading the way. it had been a while but luckily the store she was looking for was still there. a lovely Neon sign read Nail and Spa of New York
"The fuck is that?" he asks as the smell of acetone burned his nose.
"a place to sit and not shop," Charlotte says with a shrug. "you can stand outside if you want but I was going to head in."
"you can breath in there? without a mask?" he asks concerned. "I mean shit I know the mines weren't fresh as a daisy. neither was the factory for that matter but that's hurting my nose."
Charlotte chuckles a bit at that. "yeah well, takes some getting used to is all. they're not so bad. I'll be out in an hour."
"AN HOUR?" He says frustrated.
"You can come in and sit too," she reminds him and he reluctantly follows.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?" the woman at the desk asks even though the store was hardly busy.
"um no, I'm a walk-in," Charlotte replies and they nod.
"kay and your name?" the woman asks while poking at a touch screen computer.
"Charlotte Wiltse," Charlotte replies.
the woman types in the name and nods "Okay Janice is actually available if you'd like."
"That would be perfect thank you," Charlotte says with a smile.
"Okay you can probably see her from here but she's over at station 7 now." the woman says and gestures over to the nail tech.
"thanks again, oh and is it okay if he just sits in the station next to it, he just needs a place to rest." Charlotte requests.
"Yeah of course that's fine," the woman agrees with a nod.
"Come on," Charlotte motions for Heisenberg to follow. he could already feel the fumes getting to his head.
"Hey, oh my gosh it's been a while," the nail tech greets while conveniently not using a name.
"yeah, it's been a while," Charlotte says as she takes a seat, while Heisenberg lazily takes a seat in the chair next to her and glances around at the station and its weird bits and bobbles. what a weird place.
"How have you been, what are we in for today?" Janice asks and Charlotte hesitantly puts her hands forward.
"Good. I was in Europe for a few years, just got back and I could use a bit of help..." she says with a grimace as she could already see the nail tech's horrified expression.
"Oh honey you're skin, it's all cracked and oh dear. oh and your poor nails." the nail tech says as they look over Charlotte's hands.
'What's wrong with your hands?' 'Fix that.'
"Yup, they're pretty messed up," Charlotte agrees with a forced laugh and grew quiet after that.
Heisenberg raised an eyebrow and looked over with a slight frown. what was that woman going on about? Sure they weren't exactly soft as a newborn or nothing but her hands weren't like Frankenstein's monster or nothing. just a little beat up. it's normal.
"This is going to take some work... don't you worry I'll see what I can do," they say while gently working with a pumice stone to try and smooth out the calus. "how did you get so many scars, sweetie, I know it's been 2 years but, last I remember you do office work. these don't look like paper cuts. and what's this one?" she asks pointing to a small cut in the lower right corner of her left hand that looked like a backwards C. The one from making Lady Dimitrescu's cocktail drink.
"Hole puncher. Electric sort, gotta be careful with those," She lied with another nervous chuckle. She knew the tech from before, and that her questions were well-intentioned enough but it didn't make her any less self-conscious.
Well, that was enough of that. Heisenberg was smart enough to tell that Charlotte was uncomfortable. He wanted to tell the woman off but. he remembered the trouble he already caused back at the hardware store. He didn't really want to cause that much trouble again. Figuring that opening his mouth was the not so brilliant option at this point he instead elected to shift so he could put his own much more beat-up hands over the Charlotte's whiles staring at this, Janice woman to try and point out that they weren't that bad.
Janice seems a bit surprised to see that her current project was covered by a much more daunting one that was staring her down. To Heisenberg's surprise, the woman instead picked up one of his hands and started using the pumice stone on that instead with a bit of a smile. He was about to yank his hand away when he noticed a small genuine chuckle escape Charlotte and that her smile had returned. fine.
He stayed put for a bit as this Janice person eventually shouted back, "hey Marg! Can you come over here? I'm double-booked."
"One sec!" The woman calls before looking around and smiling a bit to herself. It was certainly unusual to see a man in the store and it always warmed her heart. She walked over to the booth that Heisenberg was supposed to be facing and took a seat. "Hi there sweetheart, here I'll be taking over for Janice."
Sweetheart? um. no. no-no. that was his thing, he called people that sarcastically there can't be two.
"Here you go," Janice says as she nudges Heisenberg's hands over for Marg to take over. He would have yanked his hands away but Marg started to massage the stiff digits and it was admittedly rather pleasant. so the magnet man stayed put. She buffed his nails and trimmed them back a bit before taking out a vile that looked like nail polish.
"Fuck that," He instinctively said as he pulled his hands away.
"it's just clear coat dear," marg says while trying not to laugh, as if that would make him feel better.
"No, and in Romanian, Nu," he says frustrated as he refuses to give his hands back.
Marg and Janice begin to cackle at his response. "alright alright, you win. It was nice meeting you," Marg says looking for a name.
"Heisenberg." he reluctantly replies.
"Heisenberg," she parrots back before looking to Charlotte "he's a keeper," she says and gets up to head back to the break room but stops along the way to make sure the lady at the computer knew to charge for her time.
Hell yeah he was, putting up with this garbage, he mentally grumbled.
"Hmm I'm going to leave your nails alone for now. we had to cut them pretty short. Try some Biotin and we'll see if they're looking any better by your next visit." Janice says with a nod.
"Thank you," Charlotte says feeling a bit relieved as she felt a bit better now that the cracked callus was removed and her hands at least looked closer to what she remembered.
"Not a problem dear, you two have a good day," Janice says as Charlotte and Heisenberg got up and walked over to the counter again. Charlotte paid while Heisenberg walked out of the store to get some fresh air.
"It's in my lungs" he grumbles as Charlotte made her way out of the store.
"You smoke," she replies.
"Yeah, not acetone," he says in return "giving me a god damn headache, I'm not going back in there."
"Okay, okay." She replies with a chuckle, she still appreciated what he did all the same. It did help her feel a little better. The two walked around and stopped in various stores along the way one, three, five bags from different stores and he eventually had enough clothes for two weeks.
"hmm one last stop I think and then we're done. I think you'll like this one," Charlotte says as she had worked out a bit of a plot in the back of her mind.
"Unless it's some robot fighting pit I doubt we're on the same page," he replies with a tired expression. this was completely draining. if he was a battery he'd be at 5% charge.
"it's just a chair, outside in the open, no acetone smell, you can even fall asleep if you want," she says as she walks down the path. If this worked she might have a Karl babysitter for an hour and she could run off to get a few things in secret.
"The car has a chair I can fall asleep in too," He points out in return which causes her to laugh a bit.
"Trust me, If you don't like it I'll make it up to you," She offers in return.
He forces a bit of a frown but nods. "Fine, what is it?" Charlotte walks over to an area of weird-looking chairs on a mat with people standing around it which just's makes him a bit more concerned. "What the hell are those torture devices?" he asks gesturing to the chairs.
"They're massage chairs," Charlotte replies amused. "you can't tell me you don't have shoulder pain with all the running around you would do in the factory, This will help."
She kinda got him there. he was a bit sore. "Fine but I'm holding you to your word."
"Wouldn't dream of going back on it," She replied amused as she heads over on her own to talk to a man by a podium-style standing desk. "Hi, so he's never had a massage before" Charlotte explains while gesturing to Heisenberg who was currently trying to mentally reverse engineer the chair to understand how and why it was set up the way it was. "Not sure if he'll sit through it but could I pay for an hour and a half. if he gets up then he's done and we'll go."
Money with the potential of not really having to work for it. sure. "Yeah, that's fine. Hey George you're up." Says the man at the desk. one of the Masseuses nods and walks over to the man at the desk.
"sup," George asks.
"you got a new guy over there, not sure how he's gonna do. good luck" says the man at the desk while gesturing to Heisenberg. George nods and walks over.
"Hey, so I'll be your Masseuse for your visit, my name's George and you are?" He asks while offering a hand.
"Heisenberg is fine," he offers as a name and just kinda stares at the guy.
George takes his rejected handshake back and nods "nice, strong name. so we're going to get you situated here in the chair. you sit in it like this with your face in the pillow. like so." he says while demonstrating, then gets out of the seat. "you try,"
That's how these things worked? they seemed really impractical... he looks over to Charlotte who just gives him a thumbs up while staying over by the desk. He gives a quiet sigh, she definitely owed him for this. all the same he attempted to get into the chair.
"There you got it," George says, "I'm just going to apply a bit of pressure then to start and find any knots that need to get worked out," he explains before doing exactly that which resulted in a few pops and cracks from his back.
Fucking hell god damn bullshi- wait. hold up. why did that actually not feel so bad. huh. Okay. point to charlotte. he grumbled a bit under his breath since she ended up being right but stayed put. As he could feel centuries of tweaked muscles and knots start to melt away a soft groan of relaxation passes his lips. Okay yeah no this was actually pretty awesome.
Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief that there wasn't a magnet-based tantrum before looking to the man at the desk. "so if I needed to go for a few minutes could you watch him for me?" She quietly requests. the man gives a short chuckle and nods "happens all the time," he says and motions for her to go. Charlotte signals a quiet thank you and sneaks away. only to return an hour later with a decent size striped pink two-tone bag mixed in with the others from before.
It wasn't long after that, that Karl got up and stretched. Had he really been in that much pain for that long and not realized it? "That actually feels a lot better." he offered as an attempt at a thank you.
"No problem man, make sure you drink water that just released a lot of built-up toxins back into the body so you need to flush them out."
wait what. "oh." He replies with a frown. there was always a catch. "okay," he says and starts walking back over to Charlotte.
"How are you feeling?" she asks curiously.
"better," he admits with a slight nod. "But I'd still rather leave. we're done now right?"
"Yep, all done," Charlotte says with a smile.
"Why are you making that' i just got away with shit' face," He says with a forced neutral expression.
"no reason," she replies and starts walking away. "the cars this way."
God damn it. he grumbled under his breath again before following her back to the car. he takes a seat before a thought comes to mind.
That just released a lot of built-up toxins back into the body
maybe... He looks around for anything made of metal and eventually settles on the seatbelt buckle. It was a bit wobbly but he was actually able to move small objects around again. Granted this was smaller then the bracelet too so. yeah no the massage didnt help either...
"Hey, look at that," Charlotte says with a smile. "guess you just need to keep practicing. build-up that muscle again," She suggests with a smile as she buckles herself in and gets the car started.
"Huh, yeah, maybe." he agrees with a slight frown. that was going to be a pain but, at least he made some progress.
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The honeymoon effect of the newly started relationship was still in full effect and in a way Charlotte was glad she didn't fill out the form yet to put it politely. She chuckles to herself as she once more got ready for the day. As she heads down from her loft she finds Karl standing out on the back porch for his morning Cigar.
"Hey," she says after opening the door to get his attention. "Did you sleep well?"
"I'm not falling for that one," he says with a chuckle. "That's a trick question."
"Mhm," she replies with an amused smile while crossing her arms. "Anyways, I need to head back out."
"again?" he asks as his shoulders drop.
"yeah, what part of, have to catch up after two years, did you think would be resolved in one day," she says with a laugh.
"nope. count me out." he says shaking his head. "not a fuckin chance."
She shakes her head and thinks it over. this wasn't exactly his first experience with the modern world but he has gone through a lot of new and uncomfortable experiences in a very short period of time. "Alright, I'll take care of it on my own, why don't you stay here and keep an eye on the cleaners to make sure they don't nab anything."
"Yeah, sure." honestly he didn't care so long as it meant he'd have some time to be alone and recharge a bit. he was used to holing up in his factory for days on end with no social interactions so two days of being surrounded by new people non-stop met his social interaction quota for the next 3 months.
"Mkay, I'll text you later when I'm buying dinner to see what you want," Charlotte says in parting before going to leave.
Heisenberg takes a deep breath and breathes out the smoke. Some time to himself. now. what to do with it. This place wasn't exactly like the factory. not a lot of space to explore. He had tools now but no scraps to work with and no dead bodies to mutilate and experiment on. He didn't even have his hammer to go and smash stuff up. He frowned at this before putting out his Cigar with a frustrated grumble then he heads inside.
Time to walk around the house and look at the same things that have always been there... he walked around before noticing the display case under the large TV opened if you pressed on the pannels. "huh," he mumbles and pokes around. lots of black and blue plastic boxes that hold movies. he rolled the cigar butt around between his fingers in one hand while the other would fish out boxes to look at the cover then put it back, trying to make a pile of movies he wanted to check out. "What do modern people even do with their free time besides look at a screen..." he says as he put a small stack to the side before he decided to get rid of the cigar butt.
As he does so he notices the bent-up toaster sitting on the counter.
Scraps.
He smiled a bit at this as he walks over and picked it up. Something to do. it was a fool's errand to try and fix the stupid thing but he'd be darned if he didn't accept the chance to tinker with it. With the beat-up toaster under his arm, he heads over to the garage to get a small tool kit from the pile of supplies he got the other day and brought them into the dining room table.
it took a fair bit of work and he ended up having to use a screwdriver as a chisel to get the metal panels loose so he could get into the parts and a bunch of little pieces fell out. Great, he had no idea where any of that went. this puzzle just got 1,000 times harder. he thinks it over before putting down the tools again and getting up to look around the place for supplies he could use and eventually found a trash bag, some printer paper, and some duct tape.
He put the plastic trash bag down on the table next to the area where he had been working before using the duct tape to make long rolls that he placed on the paper to make sticky areas to place the different parts so he wouldn't lose anything. after he put the skattered parts on to the duct tape he moved the remaining large cluster onto the plastic bag. this would make it easier to make sure he didn't lose anything even if he didn't notice it fall off the machi-
knock knock knock.
He looked over to the clock and sure enough, it was already 11 o clock. He gives a tires sigh and walks over to the front door. "Yeah?" he says in English.
"Hello, we're here for cleaning?" says the man thet the fromt of a group of a few workers
"Go ahead," he says and gets out of the way to go back to his tinkering. he tried to focus but the trio started in the kitchen. He gives a quiet huff as he picked up the plastic bag and stack of papers to move to the coffee table in the living room to continue tinkering.
let's see. so this part connects to here which appears to be a heat conductor and-
I'm gonna fight 'em all, A seven-nation army couldn't hold me back!
UGH they were playing that dumb modern wracket... wait this was actually good. Why did this kind of jive with him? He blinked a few times before noticing that he was bobbing his head along with the music. the sound of a guitar kicked in causing his expression to shift to a silent. 'oh' before a single soft laugh escaped his lips. he moved to get up and walk back over to the workers who became nervous as he approached.
"What is that?" He asks while pointing at the radio. Please work.
"Um. Music? sorry We'll turn it off," says one of the workers that assumed that the noise was bothering him since he just moved away from them earlier.
"no-no," he says and waves for them to stop. Dang it all, this was frustrating. "What is that?" he asks again and points to the radio.
"Oh. The song?" the worker says a bit confused "Um Seven nation army by the white stripes," He answers and Heisenberg nods before looking around for a pen and heads back to his little set up in the living room to write that down. he'd look into it later. With that noted down, he got back to work on his project.
Now then. The heat conductor seems to be attached to the power source which has a cable for a wall outlet. other than that there's a lever mechanism attached to a timer and - as he poked at it the timer coil popped out of place with a metallic Shing~. and bounced across the table before Heisenberg managed to catch it and put it on the tape.
he spent another hour and a half on this before the workers seemed to be migrating over to the living room. He grumbled as he picked up his bag and sheets of parts and went up to his loft to work in peace. just as he got set up and started again one of the workers started making their way up there as well.
For the love of God, he just wanted to be alone! He picked up his Supplies again and moves out to the loft balcony. Surely they'd leave him alone out here. He set up the supplies again just as the door opened and he quickly looked over to glare at the worker who slowly backed away and left.
With the parts laid out and privacy assured he got to work and used the hammer to re-shape the metal casing first before slowly reassembling the different segments of the toaster and putting it back together. It was a simpler project so he managed to finish up and put the case back on the toaster around the same time he noticed the cleaning crew leaving the house.
He heads back inside and heads over to the kitchen and checked the clock. 4:59 PM. It was the moment of truth to see if it actually worked or if he was about to start an electrical fire. that was half the fun though. He plugged it in and. No fire. he pressed down the lever and the coils inside started to glow a bright orange. "HA!" He says with a victorious smile before taking out his phone to message Charlotte.
Charlotte was just about to check out with her purchase of a few extra bits and bobs for the house to try and make life a bit more comfortable for the two when her phone started to go off. one message, two, three... five! "What on earth" she grumbles as she takes out her phone to see if it was actually a call or not only to see a string of messages from Heisenberg.
[Karl] I fucked the toaster
[Karl] Fucked
[Karl] Fucked!
[Karl] FIXED!
[Karl] I FIXED THE TOASTER
Charlotte was in tears from laughing so hard in the middle of the check-out line and she didn't even care. Hooo. okay. she was a mature responsible adult she could handle this... No she couldn't.
[Charlotte] Sheesh I hope you at least got it dinner first
[Karl] Fuck you
[Charlotte] see now I'm confused about which word you actually meant.
Heisenberg held his face. God damn clever bitch always had to have the last word.
Charlotte debated continuing to poke fun at him but ultimately decided to drop it. it's not his fault, he was still learning how to text, be nice.
[Charlotte] Heading out now, what do you want for dinner?
[Karl] steak
He gave a defeated sigh as he grumbled and went back to wandering around the rather small house to make sure everything was intact still. sure enough, the place was actually pretty much spotless. not a spec of dust. even the air smelled like it was cleared of dust.
Charlotte eventually made it back to the house with a bag of take-out from a decently nice restaurant. "I'm home," she says and Heisenberg lazily raises a hand from where he was laying on the couch and playing with a small piece of metal that was floating in the air. He was starting to get the hang of it again. She shakes her head a bit and walks over to set the food up on the coffee table. "Tired?" she asks with mild curiosity.
"Nah, bored," he says in return.
"Ah well that's what happens when you're home alone all day I suppose," She replies as she goes to start bringing in some of her bags from her shopping trip and leaves them on the kitchen counter. it really only took a minute or two. She eventually digs through one of the home good bags to take out a small glass panel box with a tiny velvet pillow in it and goes up to her loft with it. once there she picks up the Moreau pearl.
"Heya Salvatore, I finally found a nice place for you to rest," she says with a sad chuckle. She holds the pearl to her chest in an attempt at a hug before putting it on the pillow in the glass box and closing it up so she could carry it back downstairs with her. Salvatore always loved movies so it seemed only right for it to sit on the shelf under the TV so he could sorta be there for movie nights. actually.
"Did you want to watch a movie?" she offers to Heisenberg, dinner and a show was usually a nice combo for a night in.
"Sure," He replied with a shrug, "Dug through a few of those little packages earlier and found a few that looked interesting. not sure if the cleaning people left them alone or not," he replies as he continued to lay on the couch while practicing using his powers.
Charlotte walks over and flips through a small stack of cases before stopping as she sees one labeled X-Men: First class. It was not the best movie in the world but. It had young magneto in it so that could be fun. "Got a movie," she says with a smile as she put that into the DVD player. once she was able to get the movie started walked back over to find he still hadn't moved. Charlotte frowns at this before an idea comes to mind. she picks up her styrofoam box of food and a plastic fork then simply sits on him instead.
"The hell are you doing," he asks with some amusement as he raises an eyebrow.
"If you're going to take up the whole couch you get to be the couch," she replies as she flicks open the box using her thumb and starts eating her meal.
"Can I at least have my food?" he asks as he tries to grab it but it's just out of arm's reach.
"So needy," she jokes.
"Yeah heaven forbid, I ask to be fed one decent meal a day that isn't from a freezer burnt box," he points out in return.
Charlotte tried reaching the table with her foot but that was definitely not longer than his arm. she reluctantly gets up and scoots the table closer. "are you going to sit up or are you going to be a couch?" He rolls his eyes and sits up to eat and Charlotte takes a seat next to him.
As they watch the movie he was surprised to find out that the one character was a man with, magnet powers rather similar to his own. "First that John guy takes my glasses now this guy is copying my powers. He didn't even have to get a parasite injected in him on to get them. that's bull shit." Heisenberg grumbles before putting another bite of food into his meal.
'*'*'*'*'
Charlotte walks into work the next day on her own, Heisenberg was pretty keen on the idea of staying behind for the day. She chuckled at that. honestly, it was probably for the best he wasn't here. The last thing she needed was to try and manage two upset hotheads. That's also not considering he didn't have access to businesswear yet, if her dad did call him into the office he might actually keel over if he saw some random guy in jeans and a t-shirt.
"Good morning Madam Director," says the receptionist.
"Yes good morning to you as well," Charlotte replies with a nod, "Which floor was HR on again?" She asks.
"The third-floor ma'am, down the hall to the right," The receptionist replies.
"Thank you," Charlotte says and goes on her way to the elevator. Once inside she digs a pen out of her bag along with a familiar set of papers. She smiles a bit as she fills in the final blank and puts away the pen before the door opens.
She walks out, heads down the hall to the right, and finds a neatly labeled placard for the head of Human Resources, and knocks on the doorway.
"Hm, oh, good morning." says a middle-aged woman. "What can I do for you?" she asks with a customer service smile.
"Just dropping this off," Charlotte says as she walks in to place the paperwork on the woman's desk and quickly walks away before any questions could be asked. She makes her way up to her own office and gets to work, which she managed to do in peace for a few hours before receiving a phone call.
Here we go, Charlotte thought taking a breath before picking up the phone. "Charlotte Wiltse speaking how may I help you?"
"Charlotte, this is Nancy um, the founder was hoping to have a word with you. Urgently." The poor secretary says as they sounded frankly terrified of being stuck in between the father-daughter duo.
"Well I have a few reports I need to finish reviewing so it might be an hour," Charlotte says with a smile.
"Those can probably wait he said it was very important that he speak to you now." the secretary replies.
Charlotte gives a quiet sigh. as much as she wanted to mess with her old man the secretary had nothing to do with it so she dropped the game. "Very well, I'll be right there."
"Thank you, I'll let him know you're on your way," she replies clearly hopefully to quickly get out of the line of fire.
Charlotte made her way to the founders office and closed the door behind her before walking forward to stand in front of his desk "you summoned me sir?"
"What is this?" The man says annoyed as he slaps a familiar set of HR papers onto his desk.
"Those appear to be HR documents, sir," Charlotte replies while suppressing the urge to laugh.
"Tell me this is a typo," he says as he massaged his scalp. "7 times in 2 days, have you lost your mind?" he asks with clear frustration.
Charlotte could practically hear Heisenberg point out that 'there's a joke in there somewhere'... "Well, it would have to be a typed document for it to be a typo so,"
"Oooh bless me with patience Claressa, your daughter is testing me," the man says as he holds his forehead. "I will not have your successor be the bastard child of some fling."
Really? Really..."If you're going to bring mom into this, you and mom were 25 wh-" she starts only to be cut off as he slams his hand against the desk.
"Your mother was a debutante and I was an heir, there's a difference between properly groomed matchmaking and some." he waves his hand about as a vague gesture. "hobo you picked up off the streets," he says before leaning back into his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose. "What do I have to do to get this to stop. Name your demand I'm tired of these games."
"Nothing," Charlotte replies calmly.
"Nothing?" he repeats unamused.
"That's correct, there are no demands because it's not some fit for you to pay off," Charlotte says while slightly lowering her head. "If you'll excuse me I do have work to finish for the day."
"I am not done speaking with you," he says with a sneer as he clearly did not like that answer. Fine. she wanted to be like that he'd hit back just as hard. "YOU have a responsibility, to your family, to this company and the hundreds of people whose lives it affects, hell, the thousands of lives it affects. YOU are the only child I have and for better or worse if this company is going to stay in our family's control with a founder at the helm and not some council of morons that think they know what they're doing. YOU need to be ready to lead it. YOU have pedigree, you were trained for this" he argues which causes her to Shrink back, "you have to be smarter than this." he says while gesturing at her in general instead of the papers.
The gesture was enraging. she wanted to shout and scream and just run off. Instead she reminded silent.
Much like the village, it would be easy if not easier to just, quit and go somewhere else but her stubbornness wanted him to hurt for the hell of a life she had been saddled with at his hands. Additionally, there was still the matter of Heisenberg's situation which would be easier to fix so long as she was in a position of power.
Her father gave a tired, frustrated sigh. "You're free to go back to your work," he begrudgingly says. she didn't budge. he knew he didn't have a leg to stand on, except for the 'I'm your father and I said no' card but that worked less and less the older she got. It was an HR document, he wasn't allowed to fire either for sending it in.
With permission granted she turned and quickly left.
Tadah! that was fun X'D Hopefully you guys enjoyed it as well. as always thanks so much for the support, I'm looking forward to diving into what I'll lovingly call the Season 2 plot.
Included Ideas:
Fix the toaster/include magneto from x-men by Vahditar || Pissed off dad(slightly edited the idea)/Spa time/Heisenberg in a suit by Amashi_Zaino || Spicy Scene by Kai || Moreau gets a hug by multiple comments || Heisenberg learns about something new by multiple comments || Autocorrect Fails by Scary berry
bonus additions:
return of the chainsaws, return of John Lennon ref, return of the chess games, and sassy Charlotte.
things to be included in future chapters:
A trip to the club || Going to see a Broadway play || Greencard Shinanigans to piss off dad more || Heisenberg gets a workshop for tinkering || Return of [Name Redacted] || killing puppi- kidding kidding, not going to do that || Beach episode? || and depending on how this goes over maybe another Reader suggestion chapter :)
Review responses:
[Sorry I didn't include these last time the chap was extended a fair bit with that list of hints OTL]
nadillaandlaprasthefireandice - Poor Moreau indeed VnV I was able to add in a tiny hug for him from the readers so hopefully it helps a little. and yas~ they finally did a smooch and ran the bases lmao. It's going to be fun to show Charlottes fight for freedom =v=/
Black Moons Daughter - lmao yeah XD Hobo magneto is definitely lucky he didn't get a smack for messing with her like that after 2 months of hard work to revive him. glad his confusion with Alexa was amusing X'D I giggled the whole time while writing that and the Legs thing hahaha. glad you enjoyed the chapter ^U^ here's to many more chapters of cuteness~ [and drama]
Charadrius - lmao X'D yeah I kinda rocketed through the last few chapters. I realized if I was going to do some basket weaving between the plots of this story and the Chris/OC story that this one needed to make a HUGE leap in progress time likewise. now that they're in sync this should be easier to balance with less chapter spamming on my part lol X'D I'm glad that you enjoyed charlottes back story chapter! I've been looking forward to it for a bit. I was also kinda nervous about it too so I'm glad it was an enjoyable addition to the story.
DamnationOfTheDead - he lives~ and is one step closer to true freedom
ScaryBerry - I'm glad you liked my addition of the mold void ^v^ because of that line from duke about feeling Heisenberg's essence in his crystal shard I genuinely believe that the lords are not dead and could come back for RE9 so I'm hoping I can explore the how and why of that idea a bit more even if I'm probably wrong haha