#Cholly x Reader

[crymzin-gutz]

ᴺⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴸⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵀᵒᵒⁿ.

(Cholly x Reader)

Cholly belongs to @heartfullofleeches

Tw: Slight body horror. Slight gore/blood descriptions. Suicide attempt (failed) by reader towards the end of the story.

October was becoming comfortable. Settling over the world, it chills the winds and turns the leaves into varying shades of oranges, reds, and browns, as they fall dead to the ground. The cold before the plague of winter.

You draped your body across the three seat cushions of your well-loved, and used, orange-brown couch. A hand rested on your stomach, lazily holding the remote, and the other hangs off of the side of the couch, your fingertips just barely touching the cold wooden panels of your flooring. Floors that needed to be swept- but that was a chore for another day. Today you didn’t plan on doing anything, it was your ‘binge-and-be lazy’ day; to do anything today would be sacrilegious. You didn’t have any plans, except to binge watch the many old horror films that were being ran on cable; and maybe if you felt like it, you’d cook dinner tonight. Though- ordering a pizza or two was always an appetizing option.

A black and white film was currently being played out on your television. Some old zombie flick. You hadn’t really been paying much attention when the title of the movie had been shown a while ago. Screams, panic, and mayhem being enacted on the screen for your entertainment. People being attacked and eaten, with blocky captions being typed out at the bottom of your screen. The captioning of ‘`Screams`’ was something you found slightly comedic. Seeming so bored and monotone when in comparison to the cheesy horror being played. Adding that special touch that just made it all that more entertaining.

The TV wasn’t up loud enough for you to miss the sound of someone creeping up behind you. The person’s (you still can’t tell if that adjective works for them, with them not really being a ‘person’  in the first place.) instinctual need to add music behind their attempt to be sneaky didn’t help them any. “Dudh dudh. Dudh dudh. Dudh dudh dudh.” Cholly audibly hums out, voice growing louder the closer they got. It was cute. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing and giving them away further. You didn’t want to spoil their fun. Afterall, you’ve grown quite fond of the living cartoon rabbit ever since they jumped out of your TV screen a year ago.

You kept your eyes focused on the gory scene -well as gory as a black and white film can be- being shown, while you listened to Cholly sneak up closer and closer behind you. You could just faintly make out the reflection of his fluffy long brown ears peeking over the couch on the television screen. They had gone quiet- which couldn’t mean anything good. The sounds of the movie quickly dominated the air. You were about to ask them what they were up to, when one of the human characters got attacked by one of the zombies in the movie. You were caught off guard, your attention having been focused on Cholly, you had stopped paying any real attention to the movie. Her painful screams cause you to flinch. Your body jumping upwards into a tense sitting position, your attention being forced back on the movie. And turning a blind eye to Cholly in the process. Giving them the perfect opportunity to strike.

As your attention is focused back onto the movie, wide eyes trained on the attack taking place, Cholly springs up from behind the couch like a jack-in-the-box. It all happened so quickly. One moment you were seeing his reflection pop up behind you, the next there was a burning pain shooting up your neck. A scream tears harshly from your throat as you jerk yourself forward, trying to escape whatever was hurting you. You hadn’t had the chance to process what had caused you pain. Not before the culprit was sobbing out terrified apologies.

“ Oh god! I-...I didn’t mean to, Sweets! Promise ya I didn’t!” Cholly blabbers out in wet sobs.

Rushing around the couch so they could face you. The look on Cholly’s face was one of pure dismay. The toon stood before you like a sinner before judgment. They're wearing a stereotypical and rather cartoon-ish looking vampire costume. The fur around their mouth is slightly damp, and it’s not because of the tears that are streaming down their cheeks. It’s wet with something darker. Their two front teeth are bloodied. They’re desperately wiping at their face, trying to clean themselves of their sin. 

They look like they want to come closer, with how they nervously reach out towards you before pulling their paw back to their side. Their whole body shaking with their despair over the damage they have caused. Their long brown ears drooped and hung limply. You were surprised that there wasn’t a rain cloud brewing above their head. Gingerly you reach up to touch at where the pain was coming from. Cholly rushes forward with a pained sound of their own when you hiss sharply and quickly pull your hand away. Your fingers coming away warm and wet. You were bleeding, and you were bleeding a lot. Which explains the mess around Cholly’s mouth.

“I didn’t mean to bite you that hard.” Cholly whimpers. “I really didn’t! I’d never EVER dream of hurting you. It was just supposed to be a joke! A light nibble is all.” They desperately try to explain themselves as they fret over you. Not touching you. No, they were too afraid to accidentally cause you anymore harm.

You swallow the knot that had tied itself in your throat. “It’s…It’s fine, Cholly. Accidents happen.” You reassure them, giving them a tight lipped smile. “I have a first aids kit in the bathroom, do you mind getting it for me?”

Cholly is quick to rush off. Quick to try and make amends for their mistake. Their betrayal. You watch them rush off like the devil was on their heels, keeping a hand pressed to the side of your neck no matter how much it stung to touch. You couldn’t help but feel nauseous as you felt your blood run down the curve of your neck. Your stomach twisting itself up, as an uneasy feeling of dread slowly seeps into your gut.

The rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the chopping block as it slices through the potatoes you plan on using in your lunch stew fills your ears as your brain wanders. Thoughts drifting as you slide the chopped potatoes into the pot of water and start working on the next one. It has been about a week, give or take, since Cholly had bitten you. It was an accident, and you had already forgiven the rabbit that same day. The bite had looked worse than it was, it bleed far more than necessary for a surface level wound. Sure, it was one nasty bite. Their teeth had managed to break through a few layers of skin, but it wasn’t anything serious. At worst, it’ll leave a scar after the injury has healed. Atleast- that is what you had originally thought while Cholly had helped you bandage your neck, having insisted that they were to be the one to do it. 

You can’t say that you believe that anymore. Not after these past few days.

It had taken a bit for you to notice any difference. Having started small at first, it was subtle. Changes that hadn’t gone unnoticed, but just didn’t seem important enough for you to really pay any mind to them. Why would you? It’s not like a sudden increase of energy was all that worrisome. Everyone has days where they are more energetic than the one prior. You had actually enjoyed it the first day or two, when you were able to get your chores done easier and faster. It was nice when things that used to take up so much of your energy, didn’t even seem to drain you a little bit anymore. You were able to do so much. You even started on some hobbies that you’ve never had the time or energy to get around to. 

You enjoyed the increase of energy. That is until you could no longer stop. You started waking up feeling as if you had taken shots of espresso in your sleep. You’d wake up restless and wired, itching to get up and do something. And that’s only if you were able to fall asleep the night before. You’ve been struggling with sleep, you could hardly sleep nowadays and yet you aren’t tired. Not even a little bit. Instead there is a constant restless buzz in your bones. It’s an invader in your body that you can’t seem to exercise. You can’t seem to escape from it. It won’t. Leave. You. Alone.

It’s not like you were foaming at the mouth, or losing control of your limbs. No, nothing that sensible. You just couldn’t stop. You just… you constantly needed to be going. You were becoming an unstoppable force that not even you could control anymore. Your body wasn’t yours to control anymore, it was not yours to puppeteer around. Your fingers tapped on surfaces on their own accord, drumming out the beat of a song you did not know. Your body sways back and forth, to and for on your heels if you dare to stand in one place for any longer than a minute.

Your brain was constantly moving at the speed of a freight train. Thoughts passing by in a blur, so fast you could only catch glimpses of what your brain was trying to say to you. Your thoughts were screaming in your ears, coming together in a blur of noise that you could no longer make heads or tails of. You could not understand your own brain anymore. It was losing you and you were losing it.

You can feel it now. There’s an itch at the back of your brain that never stops scratching. It’s an itch that tells you that something is wrong with you. In you. There’s something different about you, something that is changing about you that you can’t stop. You can feel it messing around in your body. Changing things that aren’t meant to be changed. You know it’s there. Your brain is warning you, begging you to take notice and do something! But you can’t do anything because you don’t know what it is- “Fuck!” You jerk your hand away, dropping the knife as it clatters on to the tiled kitchen floor. You look down in horror at the finger you had just cut down upon. You had felt the knife slam down on it with enough force to cut halfway through it.

Your finger didn’t even have a nick.

“Doll!” 

You can hear Cholly on the other side of the door. Their knuckles desperately beating on wood. 

“Come on, please, Doll! Just open the door! We can figure this out together.”

You can hear them, though their voice sounds distant. Not just in the way of the locked bathroom door separating you two. But in the way that though these ears hear the words being spoken, by the time they reach your brain they’ve become submerged in water.

Staring at the person staring back at you in the mirror, tears blur your vision but the image of them is burnt into your mind. You couldn’t possibly forget what they looked like, not when their features have been haunting you for days. Maybe it’s the fur, you numbly ponder, which has their words seeming muffled.  You reach up with one hand, and grab hold of one of the rabbit-like ears by the base, and give it an experimental tug. Flinching at the dull ache that comes with it. They’re real. You know, yet you can’t help but to constantly check. You desperately hope for it not to be, for this all to be some fever dream that you just can’t seem to wake up from. A laugh tumbles out from your lips like broken glass, because of course you can’t wake up. No, no. That would be ridiculous, as this isn’t a dream. No, this is your reality. It has been for awhile now, slowly unfolding before you. Slow enough for you to watch it happening bit by bit, but too fast for you to stop it.

The bathroom door shakes as Cholly rams his body against it. Trying to get in to stop you. Your eyes drift over to the door, watching as it shakes with every slam of Cholly’s body against it. The doorknob rattles. “[Censor beep]! JUST OPEN THE DOOR!” The gun feels heavy in your hand, and your hand trembles as you hold it up to your temple. You don’t want to die. Atleast, you don't think you do. You don’t really know. You don’t know a lot of late, you don’t even know yourself. How can you when you’re not even sure you are yourself anymore? Can you still be yourself when so much has changed? Are you still yourself if you are a character of who you used to be?

You don’t know.

You don’t know. You don’t know. You don’t know! You don’t know! You don’t know! You don’t know! You don’t know! You don’t know! YoU Don’T KnOW! You dOn’T KNow! YOu DoN’t KNoW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW!  YOU DON���T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE!

Click. Bang!

The gun goes off.

Cholly screams your name. 

The bathroom door breaks, wood splintering as it breaks off of its hinges. 

You blink, tears stopping, and you lower the gun from your head, and you look down at it. 

Sticking out of the barrel is a white flag, and written in big, black, bold letters is the word ‘BANG!’. It was almost comedic.

[heartfullofleeches]

Richboy bunny yan who keeps trying to pay bodyguard werewolf reader to see their fat tits - Cholly's Scarf

Richboy Bunny Yan who's initially pissed when his folks inform him they've gotten him a bodyguard. He's a grown ass man who can take care of himself. Sure people think he's easy pickings because of his size...and he's been held for ransom once or twice in the past, but that doesn't mean anything! He'll just have to be the worst boss imaginable - if his family wanted to treat him like a child he'll be the most insufferable brat to work with till the bastard they hired runs out the door with their tail between their legs.

Richboy Bunny Yan waits patiently for the arrival of his new bodyguard - smug with his resolution. They'll be out of his fur before he knows it and things will go back to the same way they used to be-

"You my new boss?"

Richboy Bunny Yan who can't get a good look at the wolf's face from where he's sitting. It's hard to see anything with the werewolf's large chest blocking out the room's artificial light. Bunny had his fair share of run ins with their kind, but he had yet to see a wolf so.... endowed in that particular area. Richboy Bunny Yan who has to wipe drool from the corner of his lips as he opens his mouth to speak, carefully calculating his first words to his new guard.

"....Can you unbutton your shirt for me?"

Richboy Bunny Yan who instantly becomes obsessed with his wolf and their massive tits. They may have a scary face, but they aren't so bas once you get to know them. His teddy bear, his giant puppy. Buys his pup low-cut shirts and tank tops to wear, salivating at the occasional slip of their skin through their clothing. He's such a clutz sometimes - spilling his drinks all over their chest like that... It's okay, he can just suck the alcohol from their shirt like any good boss would do.

Richboy Bunny Yan who calls his bodyguard hours after they've gone home to complain about the lumpiness of his pillows. If only he had a soft, warm place to rest his head.... Richboy Bunny Yan who's out like a light the moment his bodyguard caves and runs over to be his living mattress.

Richboy Bunny who despite claiming to be independent needs to be carried everywhere by his big strong wolf. They're paid enough not to care when their boss is groping their tits in broad daylight usually while waiting in line. He has to do something while waiting for his turn.

Richboy Bunny Yan who adores spoiling and dressing up his puppy. Orders them a new collar every other week and begs on his hands and knees, offering to pay their rent for the next ten years if they get nipple piercings, preferably with his initials on the jewelry. He doesn't even know why they go home anymore. They should live with him so he can fondle, wait- no, he means suckle... that's not right either.. lick?-

He just really wants his puppy within arms reach at all times okay?

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Bodyguard Werewolf Reader, meeting their boss for the first time: Good after-

Richboy Bunny, swooning: Titty.....

Bodyguard Werewolf: Pardon?

Richboy Bunny: Ti.... Tis nice to meet you! Haha, why don't we start off by asking questions to get to know each other better? I'll go first, Kay? .... What's your bra size??

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Cholly [Toon Yan]: Listen here you little-

Gremlin Reader: Bitch!

Cholly: If you think my doll is going to choose me over a-

Gremlin Reader: Whore!

Cholly: -like you, you're surely-

Gremlin Reader: Fuckin'

Cholly: Mistaken. That ass is mine.

Gremlin Reader: Oh, yeah I forgot you could say that word.....

Cholly: It can also mean donkey- Which is allowed for some reason! :D

Gremlin Reader: .....SHIT! Sorry, I just really love swearin'

Cholly, love hearts floating around their head: And I love you, Doll~

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[Voice Actor Reader is interviewed at a convention - the stage swarmed by a horde of people. Cholly(Toon Yan) hides amongst the crowd - eyes full of stars as they gaze up at the new lead in their tow]

Cholly: [dreamy sighs] They're like an angel.... Could someone that stunning be interested in an old toon like me?...

Interviewer: There's been news of you playing the roll of a potential love interest in the revival. Care to comment?

VA Reader: I wouldn't call them a love interest. Cholly feels like too much of a free spirit to be tied down.

A voice from the crowd: NOT TRUE!

Interviewer: ...Moving on.... If there's no news on Cholly's love life then how about yours? What do you like in a partner!

VA Reader: Funnily enough, Cholly was one of my first crushes growing up. They're silly, but they have a good heart. I like a person who can make me laugh. If I could find a real person with half their qualities I'd probably ask them when's the wedding.

That same voice: I got a chance with them?...I GOT A CHANCE WITH THEM! YOU HEAR THAT - THAT ONE UP THERE ON THAT STAGE IS OFF THE MARKET!

VA Reader: .....[leans away from the microphone as they laugh quietly to themselves]

[Later at a bar - VA Reader sits alone as a stranger with eeriely familiar clothing walks up to them.]

Cholly [In human disguise]: Good evening- Heard you had a thing for toons who could make you laugh. Not to brag or anything, but me and that rabbit have a lot in common~

VA Reader: That so.....Hm....

[Reader digs around in a fruit basket given to them by a fan - offering Cholly a tangerine]

Cholly: Holy mothballs is that a tangerine?! [takes the fruit from Reader - devouring it in second, peal and all. Shirt covered in stains - they bashfully gaze at the floor] Sorry you had to see that.

VA Reader: [laughing] It's alright. That's exactly the kind of response I'd expect from them. Care to take a seat?

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Cholly [Toon Yan]: I'm your favorite Cholly- Right, Doll? Nothin' better than the original!

Reboot Cholly: Pfft- As if! Who wants the original these days? It's like picking an old, beat up car over the new and improved model.

Reader: [laughs] Sorry, guys- There's one more Cholly who comes before you both.

Cholly: HUH?!

Reboot: Who?!

[Reader walks over to a cage - gently picking up the brown rabbit inside.]

Reader: This is my favorite Cholly. They're the most well behaved of the bunch - and the cutest too.

....

[Cholly and Reboot sitting outside Reader's home - surrounded in empty soda bottles]

Cholly: [censored beeping]

Reboot: [sighs] I feel ya on that one, pal.

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Fuck it - Cholly [Toon Yan] + Flirty Mime Darling. Mime Darling is a fellow toon originating from a banned cartoon in which they are a dancer. The reason for the ban was due to the mime's performance being too provocative for the changing times. A certain rabbit manages to get their paws on one of the last remaining copies of the short locked away in a company vault and immediately falls held over heels for the mime. Front row seat at every single one of their shows. Eventually pulls the mime straight out of their cartoon and into the real world with them to help freshen up their act, and take them on a tour of what the new world has to offer. Leaves sticky notes around the higher ups offices as a small nod to bring their Angel back into a modern spotlight [with some minor changes to their design - despite how much it pains Cholly to see those pretty legs covered up]

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Cholly: If my facts were are accurate - you were locked away for being too attractive?

Mime Darling: [sad nods] :(

Cholly: Now that I'm getting a good look at you... They might've been right-

Mime Darling: ?!

Cholly: -cuz I can't take my eyes off ya for a second.

Mime Darling: :0!.... <3 [kisses Cholly's cheek]

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Cholly: I know we gotta keep things PG on screen, but there nothin' stopping us from having a little fun out here, aye - Doll?

[Mime Darling takes Cholly's hands - cuffing them together with an invisible chain. They steal the rabbit's scarf from their shoulders, tying it around their own neck]

Mime Darling: ;)

Cholly, sweating so much it looks like they'll melt: I was just gonna suggest holding hands without wearing our gloves, but this is a way better alternative

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Hear me out- Cholly [Toon Yan] and Haunted Tape Entity Reader. The toon finds Reader's tape locked away with physical copies of cartoons from their golden days. Cholly can't be killed by the end of the week like the rest of Reader's victims on account of them being a toon. Cholly has hearts in their eyes while this oddly attractive ghost is literally trying to strangle them. They have to woo them or..well they can't die so they just have to keep trying till they wear Reader down

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Cholly: Hey there, Gorgeous- You come here often?

Ghost Reader: .......[latches their hands around the rabbit's throat]

Cholly: [wheezing] Has anybody ever told your eyes are beautiful when they're full of rage?

[heartfullofleeches]

I haven't talked about Cholly [Toon Yan] in weeks and I miss my bbg girl. Cholly and Mime Darling - their dynamic would be so wacky what with Mime Darling's powers and Cholly being a living cartoon character-

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Mime Darling, pointing at their lips as they pucker them: :)?

Cholly: What's this? You offering me a kiss?

[Mime Darling nods - gesturing for Cholly to close their eyes.]

Cholly: I knew ya'd come around eventually! Lay it on me, sugar [Closes their eyes and leans in for a kiss - tilting their head as a faint ticking rings in their ears] Hey, do you hear someth-

[A bomb explodes in the toon's face - rendering them as a smoldering silhouette covered in ash. Mime Darling drops the shield they put up and walks up to them, planting a kiss on the toon's cheek as they skip away]

Cholly, hearts in their eyes: wow.... talk about an explosive reaction

[heartfullofleeches]

Cholly and Banned Toon Yan as rivals would be so fucking funny-

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Cholly: You think you're better than me? I'm still on the big screen while you've been eating dust on a shelf for the last seventy years!

Banned Toon Yan: That may be true. Still had more freedom than you ever will. There are so many things I can do that you can't.

Cholly: Pfft- like what.

Banned Toon Yan: Fuck.

Cholly: [visibly starts sweating]

Banned Toon Yan: I hear you're a bit of a flirt yourself, but do you even know what sex really is?

Cholly, pointing their fingers at the other toon like a gun: I'll figure it out and spend a romantic evening with my hunny once I put you in the grave where you should have stayed, you motherf-

[heartfullofleeches]

Holy shit I'm so glad I found this ask I swear it fucking vanished from my inbox, but it's been haunting me because it's so good and cute, fuck-

Cholly prides themselves as confident toon. Never backed down once from a challenge or obstacle. Sure, they've never been with anyone before - but it can't be that different from what's allowed in their shows. They just get under the covers with their darling and kiss - simple as pie. Darling leads Cholly up to their bedroom and as the two get comfortable Cholly kisses Darling like his life depended on it. Darling seems happy, but then they ask-

"So, should we take our clothes off?"

Oh. Yea.. Cholly knew that was coming next. They grow more and more anxious as Darling feels on them, offering to help them out of their shirt. This isn't at all what they were expecting. It's fun, it exciting - but they haven't a clue what's going on or what's happen next. They become afraid Darling won't want to do this with them anymore if they let their secret slip - especially after they promised Darling it would be one of the best nights of their life and thay they knew what they were getting into. This is way more than a kiss!

"Hey... Are you okay?"

"Y...yea. Guess I don't know as much about this sex stuff as I thought..... Do you still like me? Do you still want to...."

"Of course, I still like you! To be honest, I kinda knew you were lying about all that stuff you said before, but I'm not mad about it. Quit trying to impress me when I already like you for who you are, you silly rabbit."

Cholly loves darling....so much. They'll never meet anyone who gets them like they do. They're so happy to have found them and eager to explore things properly now that that little bump in the road is out of the way.

It's so fucking cute! I need fluffy first time sex with this bastard toon

[heartfullofleeches]

[Toon Yan + G.N Babysitter Reader]

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"Jessie! Dinner!-"

"Five more minutes!"

You've been their age before. Five minutes will turn into twenty if you let them off so easily. Their obsession with that show is starting to become a bit of a problem, but you're glad they're finally leaving their room. Jessie had always been a shy kid according to their parents and what you'd seen yourself briefly before hire. The move to a new city had taken it's toll on the kid overtime and so they boarded themselves up in their room to cope.

Among the toys and old photos, one other relic of their past was able to withstand the test of distance. A cartoon centered around the adventures of a well intending yet mischievous main character of unknown species and origin. When interviewed by their parents the show had to be on for them to stay in the same room as you. You got them to slowly open up during the process by asking them about the show and the plush cradled in their arms. They went from hiding behind their mother's sleeve to speaking non-stop paused only by their parents informing them you'd be back next week to continue the conversation.

You grant them the spare time as you finish setting up the table - ready to call them as you walk over the living room entrance. Jessie sprints past you and climbs into the empty chair, arranging their doll in the seat next to them. You push both up to the table as Jessie pulls their plate closer.

"Hungry?"

Jessie tears the crust off their sandwich and shoves it in their mouth. "Cholly says I better listen to you since you're their best friend and I need to eat if I want to get bigger."

"Really? Well thank you, Cholly." Amused - you prevent the doll from falling when it tips over as you move its chair, patting its plush head in appreciation for the help. "Alright, Jess. Don't rush, but try to finish up before I come back. Your parents will be home in an hour and want you in bed by the time they get here."

You pick up the butter knife off the table to rinse it off when a small voice stops you.

"Y/n, can you make one for Cholly too?"

Their parents have told you about their recent chats with their favorite staring characters. They never did this before - even before the move. They figure Jessie was still struggling with the change plus the start of school being around the corner and asked you to just play along which you were glad to do without their asking.

"Cholly likes peanut butter and honey sandwiches?"

"They prefer orange jelly more than honey, but anything will do. They said watching you all day works up an appetite."

"....What are your parents letting you see when I'm not here?"

They shrug. "Same things I see when you're here."

You wait till the finish half of their sandwich before making another to make sure "Cholly" really wants it. You set it down in front of the doll as you head into the living room to clean up before their parents arrive. The television basks the room in a eerie blue shadow. You round the table and stare briefly at the puzzle you and Jessie had done earlier. Completed, it was a picture of the vaguely hare-like creature the kid adored wrapping their beloved scarf around a bundle of wild flower in a makeshift bouquet. A pulled frame from an episode where they'd done the same to artfully whoo their way into someone's heart to steal a telescope they saw from their window.

Picking apart the pieces, you note a few of them missing and already in the box. Jessie must've started taking it apart for you - but you can't find the absent piece making up their right eye between what few pieces filled the box and what was left on the table. You search the couch where you were sitting and the floor below with no luck. Running your hands through the fine carpet you find it at last - hiding beneath the TV stand.

"You're welcome, Gorgeous!"

Cholly, dressed as a mail carrier, passes off a large box to an equally as confused patron - standing straight as a pike and saluting customer once their hands are free of the package. You'd seen this episode with Jessie before. Didn't their sentence end with -

"Y/n, we're done!"

"Coming!"

You throw the puzzle piece into the box and place it on the top shelf of the book stand connected to the TV. Jessie shuts the dishwasher as you reenter the kitchen, Cholly tucked under arm. Left on the table is a napkin adorned with a crudely made heart drawn out with orange crayon - Cholly's alleged favor color and one missing from Jessie's pencil box. There was a C scribbled just below the drawing.

"Did you draw this?"

Jessie holds up the real culprit. "No, Cholly did it. They said that sandwich was better than any of dad's cooking and you'd be better as a chef, but we'd both miss you too much if you became one."

They squeeze Cholly to their chest, authenticating the truth of their statement as their voice shrinks behind the doll's fur. You gently grip their shoulder - offering a reassuring smile. "Well I guess the world's gonna have to miss out on another great chef because I don't plan on leaving either of you soon."

"Promise?"

"I promise, Jessie."

You usher them upstairs and into the bathroom as time ticks on, taking the Cholly doll to get them settled in bed while Jessie brushed their teeth. After sharing so much about the Cholly with you, you were the only one they allowed to take it from their sight. Their parents are too rough and nobody knows how to care for them better than their best friend. You tuck the doll into the sheets, pulling the appropriately themed blankets up to their chin as the bathroom lights flicker off. Just about everything in Jessie's room was themed after that show. The dedication was cute. They crawl into bed next to Cholly and get beneath the covers as you fit them around them both, freeing Cholly's hands and placing them on top as Jessie told you they liked.

"Y/n, how did you become Cholly's best friend?"

You turn off their lamp as you sit on the edge of the bed. "I don't know. You're the one who introduced us so I guess you're the one to thank for that. They're pretty funny too and who doesn't love a fun friend?.... You're not jealous, are you?"

Jessie shakes their head. "No, I'm happy that you get along. Cholly said they were lonely before they met and while playing with me is fun it's something different. Cholly hasn't smiled like they did when you promised to stay with us since they came out of the tv."

"Well it's a promise I intend to keep for as long as you both need me. Goodnight, Jess. Cholly."

You nod to them both, standing to leave. Jessie pokes their head momentarily under the covets before calling out.

"Can Cholly have a kiss before you go?"

"I think that can be arranged." You kiss the doll's furry head. It's warmer and softer than you remember, chalking it up to be the heat of the blanket and a recent wash. Smells like tangerines. You wish them both goodnight once as you exit the room, pulling the door shut behind you. Walking down the stairs, small steps join you as you reach the bottom.

"Jess? What are you doing out of bed?"

"Cholly wanted me to give their scarf. They said it's chilly outside tonight and you shouldn't leave without extra protection."

It's a miracle they hadn't tripped over the material in their decent. The burnt orange bundled in their small arms draped over their shoulders and around their torst like the body of constricting serpent. Even you would have some difficulty with its length less you wrapped it around your neck ten times over. The fabric was softer than silk and weighed like a feather in your hands. Amazed by the quality, your fingers run over a discrepancy in texture hard to ignore. The letter C drawn in black ink barring uncanny resemblance to one you had seen before."

"Jessie, this is so sweet, but I can't take something your parents obviously -"

"Mom's here. See you later, Y/n. Bye, Cholly!"

Jessie waves and runs back up stairs as the aggressive glint of a car's headlights bleed through the open curtains. You shove the scarf into your bag to save for another conversation as you open the front door. You step out into the blistering cold - arms bound to your chest to keep in the warmth of your body heat circulating through your jacket. Cholly was right. It's freezing out here.

You're sure Jessie's mother won't mind you using what was likely her scarf if you explained things to her. You take the scarf out as you walk, wrapping it snug while treading carefully down the driveway up to her car as she shuts the door. Jessie's mother dawns a smile through chattering teeth, pulling a hand from the deep pocket of her coat to bring you in for a hug as you near.

"So good to see you. Had to leave earlier than usual this morning so I wasn't around to see you come in. Love the new scarf. I assume Jessie had a good day and is on their way to bed?"

"From a good friend apparently." You excuse, too tired and cold to properly explain. "Glued to the TV as usual, but we played a few games and got a puzzle done to past the time until bed. I'll be sad to see them less when they start school."

"Well there's plenty of time before then. With our schedules I'm sure we'll still be needing your help with a few adjustments. Have a safe drive home, Y/n."

"Call when you need me." You bid their mother fair well as she walks up to the front door and you unlock your car door. Climbing in, a brief flash darts over the overhead mirror from the back seat. You adjust the lense and watch as the neighbor across the street pulls out of their driveway. You beat your exhaustion to the back of your mind temporarily as you insert the key into the engine.

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Arriving home, you shed yourself of your belongings and outer clothing as you collapse on the couch. The scarf's impressive length allows it to cushion your body the same as any blanket it as you unwrap a few of its layers. You pick up the remote left on one of the couch pillows and surf through the channels for something to watch you as you fell asleep. Your eyelids weight heavier as that familiar show tune plays. As much as you loved the kid Jessie spoiled just about every bit of the cartoon when you watched it together, so you took the liberty of watching it at home to avoid spoilers and catch facts about their favorite toon. It had become a go to when you wanted to mindlessly unwind from a long day.

The title card reads the name of an episode engraved into mirror. "Looking Glass Lovers." The equincial episode in which Cholly flirts with a never seen home owner for access to the spy glass in their bedroom. The episode starts a little different than you remembered. For one, they already had the tool of such they sought after and strolled down the same street seen in the original run viewing the world from its lense. Pointing the lense directly at the screen their seeing eye bulges against glass - irises of both eyes forming pink love hearts as smaller ones float above their head as they drop the telescope and it rolls off screen.

Cholly approaches the house which the episode is based around and enter the scene of their brief love interest's yard, begins picking flower following the pattern of the original run. Another divergence to the plot is that they pick the array straight from the garden over the wild dandelions they'd plucked from the front of the house in other showings. Cholly goes to grab their scarf to complete the pocket only to find their neck exposed. They reach down their shirt, fishing out a stack of plates that clatter around them as they drop them, an actual fish, and a worn down orange crayon. They throw the crayon back down the hatch with a shrug.

"Huh, wonder where that old thing has gone. Wherever it is I'm positive it's in good hands."

Cholly gathers up the flowers and strides up to the porch. They brush their pointy ears flat with their hand, adjusts an invisible bow tie, and raises their hand to knock on the door. The credits roll as their hand meets the wood - three in rhythm taps drumming from your front door.

Hands swearing, you answer the door to find a fishbowl on your porch stuffed to the brim with bright red and pink roses. A note card with waxy ink sits next to it.

"Sorry, gorgeous! Despite all the time we spent together I still get cold feet at the very thought of ya seeing me. Glad to see you got home safe and that you like my little gift. Even mud would look good on a catch like you so to see my old rags on you fills me with joy. Promise I won't chicken out the next time we met. Thanks for keeping yours and being my sunshine at the end of the tunnel. You' never know how much you need someone to brighten those dark days when clouds are you see.

Stay warm - C."

Returning to the couch with more questions than your spent mind could process - a text message from Jessie's mother adding to your confusion.

"Sorry to bug you so late, but have you seen Jessie's fish tank??"

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Please please please, for your costume party, could the reader dress up as a tangerine and show Cholly or vice versa?

If not could we have a drabble of groundskeeper reader? I just find them to be such a silly billy

If not that's cool too, love your work 🫶

Not pictured- Cholly standing on a stepping stool-

Super late ik, but I found the wip for this and there's no point in it going to waste so I touched it up a bit. HC that darling dresses up like that whenever Cholly's sad because there are only two things in the world that can cheer him up.

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I cant believe I forgot abt Selene, I luv her sm I'm gonna kill her husband then makeout w/ her - Cholly's scarf

Selene walls in on you butchering her husband. The woman seems rather unfazed with the fact you've essentially turned her waste of a lover into a human pin cushion, and more focused on smoothing out her dress. Had she'd known you were coming over and presenting her with such a wonderful gift she would have worn something nicer. She taps on the frame of the door, careful not to startle you.

"Darling, what are you up to?"

"Murdering your bastard husband so we can kiss after I hide his body."

Selene sighs. "Even when he's at death's door that man always finds a way to ruin things. If I have to wait for you any longer I think I'll die before he does and I don't think either of us want that. We can worry about him later, love. I'm sure the blood loss will get to him while we're gone."

"Okay!"

Selene takes your bloody hand and ushers you out the room - the last sight her husband ever sees being the gentle kiss she plants on your cheek as she leads you away from the bloody scene towards your new life as one.

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Cholly and the imaginary friend imposter makes me think of the image of the “WELCOME HOME CHEATER.” banner on the house

Also imagine those two with the “shoot the imposter!!” gags you see sometimes

Cholly cries, clinging to reader's feet asking how they could be fooled so easily and what the kids will think of their infidelity. Given how long they've been together Imaginary Friend knows all the trivia about Cholly, but the toon has a secret weapon

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Reader, pointing the gun at both Chollys: I... I don't know who to shoot!

Cholly: We know what to do!

[Cholly's shadow snatches the gun and shoots both of them. One Cholly falls on their back with crossed their eyes and a rose in their hands. The bullet phases right through the other]

Imaginary Friend Cholly: it's both comforting and heartbreaking that you doubt my existence

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Cholly and Jessica rabbit darling 🙏🙏 maybe a blurb?

Toon Yan + G.N "Jessica Rabbit" Singer Darling Blurb

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There's a certain bar in town.

The walls haven't received a fresh coat of paint since opening day and the drinks are piss poor at best yet lines wrapped around the block on slow days and patrons regularly fought for their spot below the already crowded stage. The old girl had a trick up its sleeve - a star act who stole bated breathes with once glance and captured lonely hearts with first hymn. A singer with the grace of an angel plucked from the heavens above and the lure of those below. How such a place came to employ a prized gem like them was a mystery, but so long as they were under their roof - seats were packed and business was booming.

With their charm, it was only a matter of time before suitors came rolling in. The love letters and gifts were sweet for a time, but a silent rejection just wasn't enough for those trapped under their spell. Fans threw themselves at the poor thing every chance they received - ambushing them outside their dressing room or on walks home and even climbing on stage in the middle of their performance on a few occasions. The singer was a professional in letting down their admirers gently, but everyone has their limits and when someone couldn't take the hint-

"I'm flattered, truly, but I already have someone waiting for me at home. They get terribly worried if I'm not home soon at this hour."

Their claims were true - in a way. In the past, all that waited for them was an empty bed and a tv, but through countless hours of watching old cartoons - it seemed there was always someone watching them back. It'd definitely put a dent in their tips if word spread far, but they had to get it out the new out their at some point. Besides, if anybody knew, they certainly kept their mouths shut to the press. In reality, their relationship wasn't as hidden as they portrayed. If one paid close attention to the loudest cheers in the crowd, they might piece two and two together with the voice that follows them home.

"Another amazing performance, Doll. I don't know how you manage to do it, but it's like a breath of fresh air everytime you get up on that stage."

"Oh, stop. You know I wouldn't be anywhere without the support of my fans and a certain little troublemaker."

"Well, I'd say that someone is a pretty lucky person. Would'a brought a fruit basket to go with those flowers I left in your dressing room, but honestly all the ones I've eaten recently have tasted a little bitter - cause I've got the sweetest peach on my arm right now."

"You're terrible!"

Many questioned why the singer choose who they did. Nobody ever got a good look at them upfront, but even from afar the difference were stark. The singer was taller than their partner even without heels, not to mention their strange tone of voice and need to throw a joke into almost every conversation. What on earth would someone as elegant as them want with a creature like that. The answer was quite simple.

"They make me laugh."

The answer might seem a little lackluster, but in a time and city like this, you'll fine a big of laughter does the soul good. There was more to it than that. Their partner made them feel safe and secure. They knew when to cut the theatrics and truly care for their love in moments of need. On top of that, the singer hadn't ran into any issues with crazy fans since their relationship began. They assumed they were deterred by the fact of them having a lover and while some were - majority weren't. They poured all their time and money into getting their attention, and they chose some random person for what - a laugh? There must be more- More than the laughter or cheap comfort. They could provide all that and then some. If anyone decided to let their anger get the better of them and confronted the singer's lover they'd gladly tell them.

"You wanna know why they choose me over you and the rest of the chumps that fawn over a taken person? You reeeeeally wanna know why Y/n picked me? Haha!... - that's easy. You can beat me, shoot me, stab me and I'll be just fine, but all it takes for you is one little cut and you're gone for good. And you'll never guess what I have in my other hand...just like all the others... If ya do - might even give you a five seconds head start."

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Sporty Hare Darling is just giving me the idea of if they were Cholly’s darling, they’d have their shadow following Darling on their runs.

That is a brilliant idea, Chief! Imagine they're a toon too - maybe as Cholly's love interest who they're never able to approach/talk to because Darling is always back to running whenever Cholly manages to catch up with them. Hare Darling is on one of their usual jogs and Cholly's straggling behind them on a bike just to keep up. They're an active rabbit, but nowhere near Darling's level. At least they have their shadow to pry on them like you mentioned-