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Oh well now, Mama we’re all gonna die                                                             Mama, we’re all gonna die

                  Independent Chuck from Disney’s canceled Motorcity                                            Crossover-reliant                                              Semi-Selective                                       Open to Canon and OCs

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   Mama, we all go to hell.                                  It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell

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“Soda it is then, buddy.” Mike stomped one paw lightly onto the floor and went to get a cherry soda from the fridge. He came as Chuck settled into a seat with his half eaten, half trashed chicken pieces. The inclination to where that piece of poultry had come from Mike didn’t want to dwell too long on. “Here!” He put the soda can out to the bat without shaking it.

“And those bones go back out in the trash after, right? You’re gonna do that for me, won’t you?”

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Mike opened the door for Chuck and slipped inside right behind. His nose twitches as he felt the smell of the chicken that the bat had grabbed. At least it had been thrown out only just recently. “You want something with that? We got soda. Or water. Or… veggies? I don’t know, bro.”

Settling on a chair, chewing at the meat of the chicken he’d gotten a hold of, Chuck turns his head to look at Mike with ears perked.

“Soda’s good,” he could go for the fizz right about now. Sure, water was nice too but he didn’t feel up for it right that minute.

#rp #chuckles #chuck #blondchiroptera

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I cant draw dogs that well

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((I think I am gonna redo Mike a bit.))

((As much fun as it once was to have the bunny au Mike now a days there is so little for the Motorcity Rpers to do and even less so with a specification as an au exclusive blog.))

((I won’t delete the history of this blog. But I will make Mike a real boy again and make the default of this blog human. Bunny Mike will always be here but I am gonna adopt the whole “Everyone get’s their own story” rp style here. No overarching blog wide story line anymore.))

((What does this mean? And icon change definitely and changing the look of the blog and the info. Will I change url? Not sure yet. I’ll see how I feel about it.))

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The rabbit waits, looking up some info on his holoscreen while his friend gathered his wits and his thoughts. The tea was steaming in their cups as Mike poured it and added the tea bags. It sat there until the big bunny deemed it strong enough before he removed the tea leaves.

As Chuck reached up Mike peered down into the dark beneath the table to see the fluff of the blanket and tufts of bat fur. “Want to join me up here for it?” He did take the cup in his paw and moved it slightly to be ready with whatever Chuck decided to do.

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“I got some warm tea up here too. And a hug waiting for you, pal. Whenever you feel ready.” The rabbit took a seat close by on the couch, but not so close as to disturb Chuck too much. 

A smart thing. It took time for Chuck to come out of these moments. For a few minutes he stays there, slowly rocking back and forth while looking straight ahead. After the fifth minutes, a clawed hand comes out from under the table.

“Tea…?”

#rp #chuckles #blondchiroptera

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“I got some warm tea up here too. And a hug waiting for you, pal. Whenever you feel ready.” The rabbit took a seat close by on the couch, but not so close as to disturb Chuck too much. 

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There is a sigh from somewhere above and the shuffle of big feet.

A moment later a brown fuzzy hand stretches in beneath the table with a fluffy blue blanket to hand it over to the bat.

A small flinch, a twitch, and slowly the bat takes hold of the blanket and proceeds to pull it around himself and continue rocking back and forth. It was weighted, it helped.

“… Thank you.”

#chuckles #blondchiroptera

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There is a sigh from somewhere above and the shuffle of big feet.

A moment later a brown fuzzy hand stretches in beneath the table with a fluffy blue blanket to hand it over to the bat.

Hff… hff…

That same sound continues over and over. Sharp and heavy, quick and desperate. The sound of someone struggling to calm themselves and hyperventilating as they try. Chuck was not good at calming himself, not while scraped up. Not while his mind is a vast cobweb of distorted and broken memories. He sits there, hidden away and crouched into a tight ball while rocking back and forth; continuing his inept attempt at regaining serenity.

#there there #chuckles #blondchiroptera

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Mike opened the door for Chuck and slipped inside right behind. His nose twitches as he felt the smell of the chicken that the bat had grabbed. At least it had been thrown out only just recently. “You want something with that? We got soda. Or water. Or... veggies? I don’t know, bro.”

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“Gross…” The rabbit sighed and his ears twitched. He motioned with his paw. “If you’re gonna eat that, eat it inside at least.” The rabbit stepped aside. He had learned by now that Chuck wasn’t exactly like the people around here no matter how many times Mike had told him. 

Actually it didn’t taste half bad. A little cold was all.

But the suggestion appeals to him. So without a word and only really a tail twitch, the bat turns and heads inside without fuss or hesitation. At the very least he would hop up onto a chair and eat at a table.

#chuckles #blondchiroptera

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“Gross...” The rabbit sighed and his ears twitched. He motioned with his paw. “If you’re gonna eat that, eat it inside at least.” The rabbit stepped aside. He had learned by now that Chuck wasn’t exactly like the people around here no matter how many times Mike had told him. 

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“You… seriously don’t have to go through the trash every time you come over, Chuckles.”

There is only a grunt from the bat as he hunches over the food in his hands a little more. Maybe not but he already found something so he’s not gonna let it go.

#chuckles #blondchiroptera

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“You... seriously don’t have to go through the trash every time you come over, Chuckles.”

Real sad how he’s resorted to pawing around in garbage bins in order to find food. Though as he manages to find a discarded chicken, still with half the meat, he can’t say that it isn’t a jackpot sometimes. 

A huff, and he starts tearing the meat off with low growls, chewing quietly.

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“Hey Chuck. It’s just me.” The rabbit shifted his feet and leaned down a bit to peer in at the bat where he was hiding. “Just wanted to ask if you felt up to go into town and grab a pizza.”

“Hrssss!!!” the hiss comes out of being startled first and fearful second, the bat scrabbling back with his fur standing on end. He’s on all fours, crouched and trying to look smaller while baring his teeth. It would be understandable for one to mistake him for an animal.

#chuckles #blondchiroptera

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motorcity fandom here I come!!

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Again he squats down but this time in front of the bat where he could see him properly. “Can you… talk to me?”

Clawed fingers are still tangled in long hair, twisted and gnarled. It makes him look wilder than he normally does. Pupils dance about but never truly focus on anything, barely registering anything beyond colors and the basic of shapes. The panic is in full swing, the pain even more so. It’s enough to make the bat’s fur bristle, standing upright and tense upon his back and arms. Ears flick back, twitching and moving even in that state. At his feet, his toes break through the ground with a faint cracking sound. 

If he heard Mike, Chuck doesn’t relay it too easily. It actually takes a full minute before those wildly shifting pupils manage to focus on him, staring and staring but not seeming to actually see.

It’s another two minutes before the blond’s lips part and he can finally choke out a sound.

“M… Mike…”

The rabbit breathed calmly while Chuck was shaking. Mike wanted to reach out and pull him close, tell him that he was there for him and sooth the worry. But Chuck had latched out. Mike wouldn’t force the bat to cuddle. Chuck needed to open up and be prepared for it. 

So he waited. As the bat breathed and shook and twitched. The rabbit waited and spoke small soft words ever so often to see if Chuck would react. It took a while but the small croaked sound of his name had the rabbit alert instantly. “I’m here, buddy. What do you need?”

#chuckles #Bat!Chuck #blondchiroptera

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It was weird not hearing Chuck shout out his fears and complaints. That in itself made Mike worry a whole lot more than normal. “Chuckles?”

“Hrsss!”

Instantly there’s a hiss and a baring of fangs from the bat, his pupils narrowed down into pinpricks as if he wasn’t actually seeing Mike or even his surroundings. Instead the bat scrambles away and settles back down further away, scratching at his head and rocking back and forth just like before, fur now standing on end.

“Noooo…” he moans miserably, blond strands tangling around his fingers. There’s little flashes of pain, pain that ended long ago but stuck with him. The muddled whisper of voices– observation.

“No no nooo…”

The rabbit squinted somewhat and his ears flipped backwards as the bat hissed him right in the face. As Chuck jumped away and curled up in panic, Mike just blinked and focused his ears forward again. That wasn’t good. 

It hurt that Chuck had so much that he carried. That came back to hurt him like this at a moment’s notice. Without knowing what exactly had happened to him the rabbit could not even fathom what he was going through. Too many worlds apart and too many cultural differences put this gap between them. “Chuck+ I’m coming over now, pal.” The rabbit stood up and moved over to where the bat had curled up. 

Again he squat down but this time in front of the bat where he could see him properly. “Can you... talk to me?”

#rp #chuck #Bat!Chuck #blondenewsieburner

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“Though this might be an opportunity to try out the new anti-fire systems. You know? When they are actually installed?”

One ear twitches at the sound of Mike’s voice but if he actually heard the words then it isn’t clear or obvious. He stays in his spot, body rocking back and forth and hands in his hair. It feels like a scratching is going on inside of his head. Scratching, scratching, scratching but there’s nothing he could do about it. So he just sits there and does not move from his spot.

“Nnnghhh…”

“Hey! At least Mutt is still standing this time. Just a few blown fuses and a few new cables and we’re back on the road again!” Chuck obviously wasn’t listening. The rabbit was starting to realize that. He huffed and put the fire extinguisher down on the ground and hopped closer to the bat before squatting down beside him. “I guess I could call Jules to come tow us.”

It was weird not hearing Chuck shout out his fears and complaints. That in itself made Mike worry a whole lot more than normal. “Chuckles?”

#chuck #Bat!Chuck #blondchiroptera

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