Trick or treat ✨ฅ(•ㅅ•❀)ฅ
Depends on your interpretation of a treat, Pix. You get an excerpt.
The new school was interesting, at least in Chris’ opinion. Sure, people still gawked at his scar all the time, but it was so much better than where he was before. His English teacher immediately assigned reading partners, explaining that discussing the readings was just as important as drawing conclusions individually.
Chris glanced at his reading partner with disinterest. Her name was Millie Fitzsimmons, and she did not speak sign language. Her last name reminded him of Jeremy, which was the only reason he bothered to take an interest in her at all.
She was staring right back at him, seeming very interested in his dyed hair and scarred face. Chris didn’t take it personally. He did look interesting to an outside observer. His hair hadn’t really grown back yet either.
Millie leaned toward him as she spoke, “So, Chris. What types of books do you like to read?”
Chris tapped his pencil against his notebook for a moment, considering her question. His mother’s house had a wider selection of novels, and since she was gone all the time – albeit seeming more apologetic than his father or sister had been – he was allowed full access to her bookshelves.
Chris wondered if she was the reason his father’s house had absolutely no books or interesting material. It explained a lot, especially after he’d found his own name scribbled in the front cover of several books. He determined that they were definitely above his age-range when he’d originally read them, probably explaining his nightmares.
Finally, he remembered that Millie was waiting for a response. He shrugged, writing, “A bit of everything, to be honest. I prefer short stories to anything else.”
He wished he could explain better. That he loved seeing how writers wrote such wonderful stories without needing a whole book or even a series to capture it all.
While Millie skimmed the words he’d written, Chris quickly added, “Poe’s my favorite author though.”
“The Cask of Amontillado” was Chris’ favorite story to read since the Bite. The implied betrayal and potential for the narrator’s guilt at having killed Fortunato was all too familiar to Chris.
“Edgar Allan Poe is your favorite author?” Millie raised an eyebrow, mildly impressed. “What’s your favorite work by him?”
Chris stared at her for a moment. Should he be completely honest? Truth be told, no one had tried to hold a conversation with him this long before. He gave a so-so gesture before writing, “If I have to pick one, I’d say ‘The Cask of Amontillado.’ What about you?”
She hummed for a moment. “I’d say… ‘Annabel Lee.’ The love shared between her and the speaker transcends heaven and hell, Chris. Isn’t that amazing?”
Chris shrugged. He found the poem depressing, truth be told. He couldn’t even imagine understanding what it could feel like to care for someone like that, only to lose them to others’ jealousy. But Jeremy would, a voice muttered in the back of his mind. He frowned slightly as that came up. It was private information, and whomever Jeremy chose to be with was none of his business.
Millie was carefully watching his expression, and she frowned back at him. “Do you hate romance or something?”
Chris shook his head. He wrote, “I just don’t get it.”
“Huh. Maybe you should read more,” Millie said, patting him gently on the shoulder as the bell rang for the end of class.
He decided he didn’t really like Millie, after that moment. Maybe it was something he should’ve blamed the Bite for instead of her overwhelming emotional attachment to a piece of poetry, but really. Did people actually develop obsessions with other people’s relationships?
Unfortunately, the rest of his morning didn’t go very well, and he found himself stuck eating lunch with Millie that day. And the next day, and the next day.
He didn’t understand how the entire school just decided they weren’t worth the effort of getting to know, and he expressed it in his letters to Fritz. Fritz would write back, saying the social circles must’ve closed before he was ready for it.
Chris always scowled after he read that. So eventually, he gave up, instead asking Fritz how Susie was doing. Funnily enough, his responses to that were much lighter and more cheerful. Fritz had succeeded in getting her to spend more time with him at lunch, and apparently, they ate together every day.
Fritz talked about how much she loved baking and how cool she found his ability to run. Fritz was excited about his friendship with Susie, and Chris was certain he wanted to push it further. If he’d had any advice for Fritz, he’d tell him to slow down and make sure they were close enough that their friendship could handle it if things went downhill. But Fritz was his best friend, so he just pretended to be happy for him.
The next week, he decided to be nicer to Millie about her whole thing with romance. “So,” he wrote in his notebook during lunch, something Millie never ate. “I’ve attempted to figure out what you mean by the transcending romance, and I just don’t get it.”
Millie frowned as he started eating. “Well,” she said with severe emphasis, “I prefer the stories where they’re willing to die for each other. When one dies for the other, you really see how things are. Like, depending on how they grieve, you can tell whether they actually loved each other, or if something was amiss.”
Chris considered that for a moment. “So if they don’t mourn properly, they don’t love each other?”
“Exactly.” Millie’s frown faded. “See, you kind of get it.”
Chris frowned. “Well, if that’s how it works, then my family probably would prefer if I was dead.”
Millie stiffened. “What?”
Chris shrugged. “I don’t mean my mom. I just mean that my dad and my sister probably couldn’t care less if I was alive. So I left to live with my mom.”
“Oh.” Millie blinked at him. “I thought you meant they’d try to kill you or something.”
“Well, someone actually did do that too,” Chris wrote. “But it was an accident.”
“You’re a strange guy, Chris.”
Chris just shrugged. He didn’t really care either way what she thought. Pointedly taking a bite of his sandwich, Chris successfully ended the conversation.
“Got any plans for winter break?” Millie asked him a few days later.
Chris considered the question for a moment, before shaking his head. “Fritz wants me to come visit, but I don’t particularly feel like going back there.”
Especially since Fritz was talking about all the kids who’d gone missing. Each time it happened, Fritz sent a letter dedicated to all the information he knew about the kid who’d gone missing. Every time, Chris could tell right away, and he’d put it in his desk, unread. Fritz wasn’t sending those for a response anyway. It was just a way to cope, or so Chris believed.
He sent letters back asking about school and Fritz’s relationship with Susie. Fritz constantly shot back encouragement to come visit and see for himself, but Chris didn’t think he was ready to go back.
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Hey there! I’m here to ask what are some of your wilder headcanons? Like maybe this has no basis in canon (or just a shred of a basis) but you still believe it wholeheartedly? For any fandom you want!
Omg thank you for the ask!
Bob's Burgers
A random HC I have that has almost no basis is that even though Louise wants to take over the family business or even work for it and more than likely does in the future, she also wants to be something else. Something that can help people directly, maybe a lawyer or private detective or something. I remember in A Few 'Gurt Men (my fav ep) the retired judge said that Louise had a knack for figuring out the truth and that she dug deep to help an innocent man, and I think that kinda stuck with her. Especially when we see her help other characters during the series even if she doesn't gain anything, she even helps when she has something to lose.
Another HC I have about Louise is that she draws when she's frustrated, especially after a fight when she didn't get to say what she wanted to voice her concerns/argument. I think drawing kinda lets her decompress and relax.
I think Louise doesn't think about her own safety sometimes which results in her ending up in dangerous situations 🤷♀️ I feel like there's more examples but the only one I can think of is from season 13 ep 15, The Show (and Tell) Must Go On.
One last HC. Louise definitely has a motorcycle when she's older and she's def speeds. She's probably also crashed and broke an arm but pfffttt she's fine. Near death experiences that have her lay awake at night and question her mortality? She's already had them! And Tina only locks up Louise's Motorcycle in her garage for two months, no big deal. Louise attempts to get it back three times, also no big deal!
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