#charles lee loman reinhardt

[nightki11er]

[marvelmaniac715]

This is really exciting, me and @fanficwriter284 are collaborating to write a fic together! It’s set in their Kingdom AU, where Chucky and Tiffany are king and queen of a kingdom. Think of this fic as a blend between Seed of Chucky and Tangled, it should be a lot of fun. It’s another multi chapter fic, and we’ll take turns writing chapters. This is the prologue. We hope you enjoy it :).

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The night was dark and cold. The howling wind perfectly matched the howling of Queen Tiffany, who was currently going through a difficult labour. Her husband wasn’t home for the birth, he’d been called away at the last minute to yet another battle. Not called away exactly, he tended to wage war when he was stressed, and he had been extremely stressed during the pregnancy. Conceiving had been difficult, to have not one child but two was utterly miraculous.

Chucky had promised to be home before sunrise, but as it 11 o’clock at night and Tiffany had not received word that he was close, that prospect was seeming less and less likely. So it seemed as if the Queen was doomed to suffer through her labour alone, not feeling comforted by the terrified doctors and maids surrounding her. 

As her screams reached a crescendo, the door flew open, and a frantic looking King Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt burst into the room, sporting a dozen new open scars. Momentarily forgetting any sense of regal decorum, he ran up to his wife and grasped her hand in his, squeezing tightly with a deep sense of worry.

“Have the babies not come yet?”

Tiffany screamed yet again, before gathering the strength to speak. 

“No, it’s been hours! I’m starting to believe these children will never come-‘

Chucky squeezed tighter, growing more worried, despite that seeming impossible. Seemingly noticing how intense he seemed, he tried to smile, but it seemed more like a terrified grimace.

“Don’t say that, my own mother had a difficult labour with my twin and I, but we were born eventually. Besides, this is the hardest part, afterwards we’ll be parents. Isn’t that just incredible?”

This thought comforted Tiffany, and as she thought about how wonderful motherhood was going to be, she began to feel something shift. Could it be? Was it time? As if in confirmation, a doctor nodded and beamed.

“I think I can see a head, ma’am! Push!”

Immediately, Tiffany pushed with all of her might, digging her nails into her husband’s hand as she did so. Chucky, to his credit, didn’t make a single sound that would indicate that he was in pain. He’d had practice from the battlefield, he wouldn’t cry out even if he were stabbed through the heart.

After what seemed like an eternity of pushing (which was, in actuality, only eleven minutes) a healthy baby boy with hair the colour of his father’s came kicking and screaming into the world. A son and heir, the kingdom would be so happy. It didn’t matter what the second child’s gender was, Tiffany had done her queenly duty and provided a male heir. As the boy was washed and wrapped in blankets, Tiffany valiantly began to push out the second child.

This birth seemed easier, potentially due to the fact that Tiffany’s stress has alleviated, and about five minutes later the second child was born. This child was a girl, with a head of flame-red hair identical to her father and brother’s. Now the kingdom had a new prince and princess, and Tiffany was so pleased.

Mere moments later, both twins were placed on their mother’s chest, freshly washed and swaddled. Their father bent down to get a good look at them out of his good eye. Tiffany had worried that her husband would struggle to bond with the children, he always seemed so closed off and he had publicly stated that he detested children in the past. But the second that Chucky reached down to touch their children’s faces so tenderly, she knew that this wouldn’t be an issue.

“You’ve done so well, my love. What shall we name them, then?”

Giving this a moment of thought, Tiffany glanced down at her babies, struggling to make up her mind. There had been a list of approved names, but looking down at the twins, it was clear that none of them would fit. She looked up at her husband for assistance.

“Can’t think of one, huh? That’s okay, none of the names we like fit, do they? I did have a backup option, but I wanted to wait until the twins were here to see if the name would work. It was a name for our son, our daughter could maybe have a name that started with the same letter?”

That sounded like a great idea, it certainly took a lot of stress out naming. Relieved, Tiffany nodded and smiled.

“What was the name you were thinking of?”

Chucky suddenly grew quiet, slightly sad even. He reached out to hold their son, and stared into the boy’s eyes. He nodded decisively and looked back at his wife.

“Carolus. After my twin brother.”

Tiffany looked down at her son and tested out the name.

“Carolus… I like it. It’s a beautiful name, thank you for suggesting it. Perhaps our daughter’s name could be Cara?”

As if in agreement, the newborn princess grunted and opened her eyes and mouth as wide as she could. Seeing this, both parents laughed.

“I think she likes that name! Okay, it’s settled then. Welcome to the world, Carolus and Cara.”

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A celebration was held throughout the kingdom, lanterns were lit, people danced in the streets. Everybody was thrilled to have a new prince and princess, especially since the King had promised to hold off any battles for the time being, vowing to dedicate himself to his family and not put his life in danger for their sakes.

It was the next evening before Tiffany and Chucky were able to get any sleep. They loathed leaving their children in the nursery down the hall, but that was the custom. They were so tired that they immediately fell asleep the second their heads hit the pillow.

If they had been in a lighter sleep, or maybe even awake, they would’ve heard the latch on the nursery window coming undone. They would’ve heard the quiet freak as the window opened, and the howling of the wind that had been let indoors. They would’ve heard the sound of footsteps in the nursery, followed by the cries of terrified infants. But it was too late.

The next morning, Tiffany went into the nursery to see her children, only to find the cradles empty. With a devastated howl that made her husband run into the room, she came to the heartbreaking realisation that her children were missing.

[fanficwriter284]

If any of you were curious this is how Chucky goes out in public (mainly to the kids school events and parents teacher conferences)

Tiffany puts some makeup on his face…But he doesn’t care enough for the rest of his body

And heres a pic of normal him

[nightki11er]

Happy New Year!

May the New Year be successful for us and rich in good events and acquaintances, desires and opportunities. I wish that we could share joyful moments with loved ones. I wish you health, peace, good luck and prosperity. May the New Year bring joy, happiness and change for the better!

[nightki11er]

Hm… I haven't posted something for a very long time and decided to write a fic for you. I apologize.

So, this fanfiction will be dedicated to Glen, Glenda and Chuck. The twins, who are also a young prince and princess, wanted to find out how their father became king.

Let's get started!

It was a normal Saturday night. It was about 7:45 pm and the young prince and princess got bored. The twins decided to go to their father to entertain them somehow. So, after leaving their royal chambers, they went to a very luxurious living room. The house in which the Ray family currently lives was more like a very rich house than a castle. It was very beautifully decorated both from the outside. so it is inside. There was a swimming pool, a children's playground… So, something took me the wrong way. So, the twins left their room, walked through a long and beautiful corridor decorated with various paintings, and went down the stairs. we passed by the kitchen. where their mother, Queen Tiffany Valentine Delilah Ray, was cooking something, and they went into the living room where their father, Charles Lee Ray, was sitting. Glen was the first to speak:

"Dad, entertain us somehow."

Hearing his son's voice, Chucky put away the book he was reading and put his kids on his lap.

"How can I entertain you?"

The king asked with a certain grin. The children fell silent. No one knew what to say, and so Glenda asked,

"How did you become king?"

The question caught Chucky off guard. He perfectly remembered how he got to the previous king and queen, how he learned to be a worthy ruler and in the end… How he had to fight with his foster father to get the crown.

"Well, I'll tell you how I got my crown."

- the king began.

It was a very difficult day for the royal family, as the young Prince Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt Ray was being prepared for tomorrow's battle. These were the rules: if the future king did not justify his crown in battle and fell, he would be exiled. So. Chucky knew. that if he loses, he will be lost. But he was strong. He went to training every day, including weekends. Everyone came to this battle: the subjects, the royal family, and other rulers. So, the arena. Everyone is making noise, everything is buzzing. The king enters the stage. He was wearing protective clothing. His shoulder-length red hair fluttered in the wind, and His posture was straight. His gaze fell on his opponent. His opponent was his son. Chucky was also wearing protective clothing. His long dark red hair was braided in a ponytail. A minute of silence. Suddenly the Queen's voice is heard:

"Dear guests! I'm glad to see you! Today we will find out if the young prince is ready to accept his crown. May the strongest win!"

- After these words, a roar sounded, and the battle began. The King attacked first. Charles defended himself. It took literally 2 minutes, and Chucky noticed his girlfriend Tiffany among the trebunal. He was distracted by her, and at that moment the king struck. The sword slid across Charles' left eye and blood gushed out of the wound. The prince clutched at his eye. but he continued to defend himself. The king took hold of the handle of the sword with both hands, swung and… Didn't hit? Yes, that's right. Charles's sword was across the king's sword.

"Now it's my turn."

Chucky said in a low voice and pushed his father away from him. The fight started again. Unexpectedly for the prince, the king knocked Charles's weapon out of his hands. Charles was stunned… Then he looked at his father. Suddenly, a menacing roar sounded. The roar was like a lion's… Rather, it was a growl. Charles has multiplied his sharp fangs. His nails became sharper, and his right hand turned completely black. A tail appeared from behind. It was all about voodoo magic.

"Hi! I'm Chucky! Wanna play?"

- Chucky said something childish and attacked his opponent. Thunderclouds appeared in the sky. And now, already tired opponents are walking around each other. The king's sword had been knocked out of his hands long ago. And then a blow. The blow was made by the king with his hand. He slapped his son in the face, which caused his nose to bleed. Charles wiped away the blood and thanked his father in return. The blow was made with the back of his hand. The king has fallen. There were voices in the stands. And abruptly everyone shouted and clapped for the new king. Charles is already scared. Suddenly someone jumped on him and grabbed him by the neck. He recognized the jump. Tiffany. he turned to her and was just about to say something when she kissed him on the lips. The kiss was gentle. Chucky put his arm around her waist. The kiss stopped. Both turned to the former king and Chucky helped his father to stand up.

"This is your new king now!"

Albert said with joy in his voice. Everyone welcomed the new king.

"Long live the King!"

"That's how I became king."

Charles said with pride in his voice.

"And that's how you got your scar."

Glenda said, pointing to her father's left eye.

"Yes."

[nightki11er]

So... I thought about my AU Seed of Chucky and that's what happened.

❗I don't assign someone else's AU to myself.❗

(Partially involved Au @fanficwriter284 and @asktherays).

Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt Ray was born in the family of Rudolf and Sorcha Ray (you can learn more about these characters from @asktherays). when Chucky was a year old, his parents were killed by a killer that you could see in the series. He was sent to an orphanage. After 2 months, the boy found new parents - Peter and Elizabeth Ray. Charles turns 3 and his parents are killed by the same killer. The killer is shot by the cops, and the boy is taken to another shelter. After 2 years, he is again adopted by his new parents - Lucas and Mila Ray. Lucas and Mila also had their own son, Carolus, who was 5 years old in the same way. The boys quickly became friends, but their parents treated them very badly (you can learn more from @fanficwriter284). Charles is 8 years old, Lucas crashes the car, after which he himself dies, and the brothers go to different hospitals and undergo treatment there. After recovery, the boys are sent to an orphanage. Charles got the lie that his twin brother died in an accident, and the boy became even more withdrawn. A year later, he is adopted by a beautiful woman - Mary. She greatly influenced him and he loved her very much. Then he turns 15 and is kidnapped. When the boy was brought to the palace, he strongly resisted and asked to return him to his mother. Suddenly, King Albert and his wife, Viya, appeared from the door. The king and queen could not have children and they needed an heir. Chucky asked what was wrong with his mom, to which the thief replied that she had been killed. Charles could not come to terms with this for another year, but then he began to slowly recover. He, like all normal children, went to school and even before the royal family met Tiffany. I will tell you more about their relationship in another post. At the age of 19, Chucky learns that his mother Mary is in the hospital and he quickly rushed to the right address. He was crying with happiness that he saw her again and asked what happened to her. It turned out that she was living for the last day and could die any minute. Chucky tried to do something for her, was with her these minutes... But after 23 minutes, the device began to beep... Mary is dead. That evening, Charles suffered a heart attack and stroke at the same time and was taken to the hospital. A few weeks after the examination and treatment, he was discharged. The young man fell into depression and was extremely angry. Why her and not him. At the age of 20, Chucky experiences his first love. This love turns out to be Kyle, Andy's foster sister. He courted her, but she only pretended to love him, and she used him. After some time, she confesses this to him and they break up. Then he had another love with Sarah, then they broke up. At the age of 30, Chucky is killed by a cop and he transforms into a doll.Next, he tries to find his royal family and he succeeds.

❗CRINGE❗

Then Chucky falls in love with Jigsaw and they have two twin boys, but they die during childbirth (forgive me, but I do not know how!😐). After losing his two children, he tries to get rid of grief with the help of alcohol. And now Chucky turns 35 and he falls in love with Tiff. He doesn't know how it turns out, but you can't order your heart. He has been caring for her for 10 years and remembered his betrayal of her to Kyle. After these years, Tiff still forgives Chucky and he proposes to her. Hooray, the wedding! Phew, I think that's enough for today. If you want to know something else, then feel free to ask questions! @asktherays and @fanficwriter284, if you don't like it, then I can remove your AU from mine.

[nightki11er]

A failed experiment.

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Object name: C-687R

The name of the object: Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt Ray.

Object number: 687.

Is in a loving relationship with the object: T-079R and J-1087R.

Danger: catostrophic.

So far, this object is in camera C-6. This camera represents... Freedom. This is the territory of the Ray family's house surrounded by an iron fence. This object is allowed to go out into the outside world, because in a calm state it does not cause any harm. We recommend that you do not anger him. Also known as the "Strangler from the Lake".

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Stan read the document again and turned his gaze to the huge white camera, closed from all sides. Inside it was a creature resembling a huge werewolf mixed with a demon. He was at rest now, curled up around his daughter, Glenda. Going to the window, he saw how the fur of the beast, if it could be called that, stood up and a faint growl was heard, warning that the observer had entered the territory of the demon. Chucky pricked up his ears, covering the little red ball even more with his fluffy and long tail. Claws were out and teeth were bared, waiting for a sharp attack. The discharge. The howl of the poor werewolfdemon was sharply heard and immediately he collapsed, unable to get up. Glenda could only watch her father being tortured with fear in her eyes and tears on her face. It wasn't the first time for Chucky, so he soon opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with despair, but he wasn't going to give up.

"Heh, still alive?"

Stan asked, examining the monster from each side. Through the glass, it was perfectly visible how the chest was going down and up.

"You people are just creatures."

The older redhead said in a low voice.

"You could have just killed me, but you didn't."

The man with maroon hair grinned and walked away from the observation window. Soon, distant footsteps were heard. He pricked up his big tattered ears once more, and Chucky looked at his daughter. It was a kind look. Glenda only tucked her tail under her more tightly and snuggled up to her father. The youngest felt her father's slightly rough tongue and a quiet hoarse voice.

"Everything will be fine, no need to cry."

The redhead looked into her father's eyes. Chucky's big paw pushed Glenda up to her muzzle and Glenda leaned her muzzle on her father's muzzle. So they fell asleep.

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Camera T-0. Tiffany and Glen were in it.

"Are these objects dangerous?"

A black-haired man in a white lab coat and glasses on the bridge of his nose asked.

“No. Recently, the T-079R object has been playing with the G-209R object."

Another observer answered the question.

"Good."

Glen was like his father and sister. He was a werewolf fused with a demon. But in childhood, these signs do not appear in any way. It's only when they're furious that their demonic nature comes out. Glen was a safe target, just like his mother. They played all the time, slept together, and sometimes, for good behavior, Chucky was even allowed to see his family for a while. On the other hand, his father and sister were not safe. They always reacted aggressively when someone from the laboratory approached their family member. But so far, everything has been quiet.

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Should I do the 2nd part?

[fanficwriter284]

This is a little quick write, it's a bit more oriented towards Chucky’s family. I don’t feel like translating the dialogue to German so the English dialogue you’re reading just imagine it’s in English.

It had been a crisp afternoon in Germany, the light dimmed by the beige curtains that hung overhead in the kitchen. Julia Reinhardt, the former youngest Reinhardt, before her twin nephews came along stirred endlessly attempting to thicken her double chocolate cookie batter. Each mix grew tougher as she continued to press, tossing in chocolate chips as she mixed. However something felt amiss, she wasn’t alone. The woman could feel eyes on her, nothing nefarious, but rather curious. Quickly she glanced around the room, peering over counters, chairs, and the dinner table. Nothing. Until with a light startle two wonderfilled eyes popped up from the kitchen island. Both pairs of icebergs locked for a moment, the only sound being the ticking of the clock mounted on the wall. A small smile crept upon Julia’s lips as she continued to stare and study what or more so who was peering over at her. She took in his cornflower eyes, his little curls that hooked around his ears, his little button nose, and light freckles.

“Hi Char Char ” she smiled warmly, motioning for her nephew to come closer.

Giving a slight nod, he scurried her way over to her side hugging her leg, pressing his cheek against her side. Gently she hoisted him up into her grasp with one arm, allowing him to cling to her. Silently he watched her stir the cookie batter, occasionally snacking on a stay chocolate chip if he managed to get his little hands on one. Once again he pressed himself against her, hugging his aunt tightly resting his head against the crook of her neck feeling her warmth against his cool ivory skin. Softly she nudged him, pressing a light kiss on his cheek, the boy leaned closer, cracking a gentle smile as he felt her ruffle his hair.

“Charles, would you like to try some?” Julia spoke, her voice soft, as she held a spoon, with double chocolate cookie dough batter. The young boy nodded, reaching for the chocolate slathered spoon without hesitation. Charles shoved the spoon into his mouth, allowing the sweetness to engulf his tongue, taking his time to enjoy the dough. Slowly she set him down, giving him a light pat on the head, and watched him sit down on the ground leaning against the lower cabinets, munching on his cookie dough. Julia continued her baking, taking the dough and breaking it apart, rolled it, and created little balls, and set them on a baking sheet. Charles only watched while enjoying his dough spoon.

…

Once the cookies were done Julia picked up her nephew once more, letting him see the finished product. She couldn’t help grin seeing his wide-eyed expression.

“We gotta wait for them to cool before you eat one okay?”

The young boy gave his aunt a sharp nod, still eyeing the fresh cookies. 

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After a few hours the double chocolate chip cookies finally cooled, soft and gooey in the center.

“Charlie Bear the cookies are ready” Julia announced, scanning the room for her young nephew. Like magic the young boy had already clung to her left leg giving it a firm squeeze, reaching for her fingertips, giving them a slight tug. Julia gave a slight understanding knowing the young boy wanted to be picked up. When she lifted him off the ground, Charles immediately clung to his aunt pressing himself against her once more. 

Julia picked up one of the smaller cookies giving it a soft cooling blow.

“Here let me know what you think’’ she said, handing the treat to him.

Charles took the cookie and helped himself to a small bite, letting the flavors process. As he chewed it unleashed a new world of sweetness and smooth chocolatiness. 

“You like it Char Char?”

Charles gave an excited nod reaching for another cookie.

“I'm glad you do”

[fanficwriter284]

Binding Mistakes

This is a bit of a different fic…hehe…enjoy!

Sunday 2:42 Am. It officially marked one month. One month of having the twins. It hadn’t felt like a month, memories had been fragmented and lost in a blurred haze from sleepless nights and constant wails beating against eardrums. Perhaps time would have felt grounded if he wasn’t alone and Ignored. Lukas Reinhardt could only stare at the two babies who slept soundly in their cribs. Charles was never one to make a fuss or even a sound, Carolus on the other hand was quite the vocal thing. He just stared vacantly, studying their traits, noticing the similarities they shared with him, they both had the same nose, ear shape with their earlobes attached, and though their hair haven’t been prominent yet, he could see the light formation of brunette curls hooking around their ears. However they did share similar characteristics to their mother such as their ivory skin, that had been smooth to the touch, their pinkish lips that slightly curved upward at the ends, freckles, and their delicate digits.

For a moment he broke his gaze taking a sip from his bottle, allowing the syrup to soak and run down into his intestines. He knew well out of all places this wasn’t one to indulge but he craved and longed for the liquid that took him away from his bleak reality. It put his mind at ease…or just erased the distress, or came close to. If nothing worked he simply just leveled the dosage till he wasn’t mentally conscious…it was better that way. The neck of the bottle gave off a subtle creak as Lukas’ grip tightened as he took another swing, feeling the word turn to fuzz and his body growing both heavy and light. The man’s body swayed as he battled gravity as he stepped outside, practically bracing himself against the door holding himself upward.

Once he left the twins nursery he downed another bottle tossing it in the trash paying no mind to the hour. Eventually he managed to sit himself on the leather couch hanging his head backward feeling the dampness of the room frost against his cheeks. His face practically drained of saturation looking like a raw piece of sunken bread dough. His fingers foreign to him rendering them useless, his legs facing the phantom pricks of pins and needles, and his jaw slacked having liquor laced saliva spill out. His thoughts drowned in the pit of intoxication leaving his body empty. A living corpse.

From the end of the hall a slight creak of a door caused the man to jolt slightly. If he had any form of physical mobility he would’ve turned his neck, so he just listened to the weary steps recognizing them as his wife Milas.

Mila seeing her husband slumped on the couch stiffed, her body attempting to be a silent retreat.

“Mila” Lukas spoke, his words sounding as if they were being played on a delayed record.

The woman bit her lip suppressing a sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Did you ever love me…or do you hate me” he whispered, his left side beginning to twitch.

Mila didn’t speak, instead fixating her vision to the ground, rocking up and down on her heels.

“I don’t blame you if you do” Lukas spoke again, his voice shaking this time around.

Mila continued to fidget with her brown locks as her posture continued to sink.

Lukas took another swig, wiping away the dribble, “do you at least love the twins?” He spoke once more, his voice growing to a standard volume.

Mila looked up seeing her husband was looking directly at her, his icy blues staring into what felt like her soul. His expression grave filled with tired sadness, his eyes looking as if they were fighting to stay open.

“No I don't,” she replied, her voice calm and certain.

Lukas tried to halt from speaking; he knew nothing would come from it, however his mind and mouth were two completely separate entities.

“Why”

Mila stoked her hair once again, “Because I never wanted them. You forced me to keep them” she said a frown beginning to formulate at her lips pulling down the natural curved ends of her lips.

“So you neglect them” he uttered, tightening his grip around the neck of the bottle once more, “refusing to acknowledge their existence…and starving them.”

Milas frown only continued to depend as her husband continued to speak out against her, “Charles is small enough, the poor thing is smaller than his brother. The formula barely suffices…we both know that”

Mila stepped forward gearing at her husband, “I told you what to expect but you refused to give them up. Don’t blame this on me”

“But to deprive your own children of a mother and not bother to do anything…You haven’t even held them. Seems rather cruel to me” he spoke, his temper beginning to simmer.

Mila tossed her hair backward, yanking the bottle away, throwing it across the hall watching it shatter. “I told you I never wanted to be a mother. And I never wanted to go there. I was forced to live with them inside me. For 9 months…they’re nothing more to me and leeches that made me suffer and trapped me her” she spoke. Lukas could feel the venom laced in her words, leaving him silent.

The woman pulled away heading back to her room, leaving her husband alone in the dark.

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Little insight to Chucks parents….yeesh….

[fanficwriter284]

He’s missed his twin…

[fanficwriter284]

Chucky ur twin brother brother seemed sweet

“….yeah……he was…”

[fanficwriter284]

I’ve talked so much about the Reinhardt Twins…So here’s Chucky and Caro!

…They got those shiners from their dad…but Caro still try’s to be happy…

[fanficwriter284]

Chuck misses his twin...God why is there so much trauma....oh right I wrote it...WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME...At least he has Slap and the others

[fanficwriter284]

"CHARLES LEE LOMAN REINHARDT!"

"SAMUEL SILAS STINE!"

"....what did we do"

"...I don't know and I'm too afraid to ask"

[fanficwriter284]

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace? for chuck

Good one!

Chucky was born in Germany and nope he doesn't live there now. He's on an entirely different continent! And he misses it. If he wasn't married or settled down with kids, he'd probably have moved back years ago. He gets homesick quite a bit...but once in a while him and his family will go and visit!

[fanficwriter284]

7 for Chucky?

Ooo! Okay this will be a fun one!

7. Does your OC like their natural hair color or do they dye it? What styles do they prefer?

Well, Chucky's gone through several hairstyle changes the big one being the brunette to redhead....And in all honestly he likes the way his hair is now. Despite him being an introvert and not liking much attention drawn to him he feels his red hair matches him and suits his style more than his original hair did. EVERYONE in his family (Biological) is either a brunette or blonde so it's nice to have something different. Plus, he feels his hair now is much softer and silky than his old hair which could get tangled quite a bit at times which really pissed him off.

Despite enjoying the long-haired style when he was first human his hair was really wavy, and he didn't bother combing it so it got caught in EVERYTHING. Zippers, Tiffany's earrings, his hands you name it. The only reason he liked it so long was because it was cold, and he didn't like the wind feeling on his neck. Plus he felt long hair suited his face shape.

Now with his new hair, he feels he can wear it a bit shorter (or any length for that matter) and any style, which actually flatters him.

He personally enjoys it somewhat long covering his ears. The max he'll let it get is to his shoulders. And he actually enjoys and looks good in is the mullet look. It keeps the sides short but long at the back. (The likes the sides short and the back long). He also likes slicking it back.

The only hairstyle he'll fuss about is if he's ENTIRELY short. Like no length.