Chuckie Finster

Chuckie Finster || 25 || Graphic Designer || Amity Park

Character Description:

Chuckie grew up incredibly self conscious. He was often frustrated with himself for his inability to do things with his friends. He over thought everything and it just seemed so easy for everyone else. This led to a period of some serious self-loathing. Until he started therapy, Chuckie would constantly berate himself for not being likable enough, changing his personality until one stuck. Now he is learning to be more comfortable in his own skin. With his anxiety at a more manageable level he has been able to follow his passions, but sometimes he slips back into that dark hole. 

Headcannons:

-Chuckie would never admit it out loud, but he is very proud of himself for getting where he is. This was unimaginable in high school. Some far away dream he wanted to chase but never actually considered it. He overcame a lot and worked hard to get where he is. 

-He has the biggest heart and all of his friends know it. Chuckie can also be empathetic to a fault. This causes the wrong kind of person to cling to him and take too much of him with them. In these situations he needed his friends to help him out of the darkness he fell in.

-The first time he tried smoking weed he was trying to fit in and pretended he knew what he was doing. It went awfully. He couldn’t stop coughing and everyone laughed until one person from the group stopped them and gave Chuckie a tutorial. Soon after he discovered how much it helps with his anxiety. He keeps this habit a secret, especially at work, but it helps immensely. 

-As scared as he is at a lot of things, his moments of bravery always impress people. Chuckie revels in those moments. He hates being treated like a sensitive soul, even if he knows he is one. That makes his moments of bravery feel even better. 

-His cat is the love of his life. He loves all cats and has always made everyone stop and stare when one crossed their path. The moment he moved out of his family’s house, he adopted an adult cat and named her Armadillo. Now, Chuckie’s cat is getting older and it terrifies him.

Favorite song: Swim by Jack’s Mannequin

Sexuality: Demi/Bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Now that Lil was back home, life was starting to feel normal again. It was taking its sweet time, but it was getting there. There was still tension, she was trying to act normal around Phil, Dil was upset, but most of all — she missed her brother. She knew that Chuckie needed space, that he must’ve felt weirded out over what had happened and maybe even offended that he’d had to hear it from someone else, but she longed to call him up and just see how he was doing. Assuming the knock was someone there to see her best friend, she froze in place when she heard the familiar voice. Throwing the door open and her arms around him, she squeezed him perhaps a little too tight, half of her about to laugh, the other half about to cry. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

*

The rush of Kimi’s arms around him startled Chuckie, but he quickly settled into it. He missed this. His anxiety eased as he hugged her back, coming here was worth it. “I missed you too. I’ve missed my sister.” Chuckie steps back as the hug breaks and smiles at Kimi. “Can I come in? I’d like to hear about how you’ve been doing. What you’ve been doing.” This wasn’t perfect. He still didn’t feel great about the whole situation and the upset it caused the group. He still didn’t want to see Phil’s face. It was a start, he needs to be with Kimi more than anything else right now. “Can we order pizza and those little cinnamon sticks? I’m starving.”

The idea of knocking on Kimi’s door terrified Chuckie. He was tired of being a coward. He’s been running from this ever since it happened and ended up ghosting Kimi every time he tried to reach out. Nothing was ever going to get fixed if he kept ignoring it all and distracting himself with work. Plus, he really misses his sister. Finally, Chuckie knocks. The beat of his heart drowns out the noise of everything else. When the door opens, he begins talking immediately. “Kimi, hi. It’s Chuckie, you know, your brother.” Chuckie cringes. “I’m here cause I feel like we need to talk. I’ve been avoiding you instead of talking to you and it’s made everything so much worse. I was just, so angry.” He takes a deep breath and continues. “Regardless, you didn’t deserve the silence. I miss you Kimi. I’m done being scared and I’m here to talk. No running away.” 

There probably wasn’t a single person in town that understood why Chuckie was so upset over Phil and his sister. Except Lil. Though Chuckie knew he was struggling he wanted to be there for Lil too. He knows how much Lil loves Phil, he always admired her for it. When they were younger the twin’s relationship made him wish for a twin of his own, or a sibling. Someone who is there for you all the time. Someone to turn to. He can’t imagine how weird this must be for her.

Chuckie and Lil sat on his couch, sipping the bubble tea he picked up for them. “How did it go with Phil? I know I need to talk to Kimi but I can’t bring myself too. I kind of, reached out then left her on read. You’re brave Lil.” Chuckie took a long drink out of his dairy free milk tea. “Do we need to take the gaslight test? I printed out a copy of the list. I’ve found it useful to have on hand.” He turned to Lil and smiled. “You know, the one silver lining in this situation is the fact that we get to spend more time together.”

❀

Angelica knew that he’d be fun to come bug while she was here. Over the years Chuckie had become the easiest one to rope into all of her chaotic ideas. He wasn’t like the total worst but that wouldn’t stop her from having her own fun. This was the most drama the friend group had seen in years and she wasn’t going to miss out on all the comments she could make because of someone’s feelings. “Well like duh, it should be anyway,” she said adding another splash to her own vodka cran. If there was one thing her teen years partying taught her it was that Angelica could hold her liquor. “If you’re trying to forget you’ll probably need a little more though.” That is, if he was trying to cover what she suspected. Even if he tried to hold it together Angelica had always been able to see through his act. It’d been like that for as long as she could remember. “Don’t worry, I told her to get tested.” 

*

“More alcohol? Are you trying to kill me Angelica?” Chuckie didn’t drink much, so he always stressed when he did. He’s heard enough stories to know that so much can go wrong, so he tended to stay sober to keep an eye on everyone. Plus, he kind of hated the feeling. Except lately. “Ew, Angelica. Don’t make me think about that, she’s my sister. I don’t want to talk about her getting cooties.” Chuckie takes a sip of his drink and fails at keeping his face serious, gosh he hated vodka. “Have you seen Phil? I need to know where to hide, my stomach handle this right now. I wonder where Tommy went. What are you doing here by the way?" Chuckie cringes. “I promise I didn’t mean it like that.” 

who: @the-chuckster​ where: susie’s nye party 

Of course she had to come to her best friend’s party, as if she’d be caught dead anywhere else. As much as Angelica refused to admit it all the these losers were her friends. Sometimes she was jealous that they got to know her or at least she liked to joke that she was. Someone she hadn’t talked to about the whole Kimi and Phil weirdness was Chuckie and boy was she excited to see him tonight. Maybe it was lame to follow these dumb kids drama but it was like cable. She walked into the kitchen to find him making himself a drink, a giggle coming out as she went over to him. “Hi Carrot Top,” Angelica said before giving him a push as she walked past him. “How’s it feel knowing your sister like kissed someone who totally eats their own boogers?”

*

Once Chuckie heard the voice behind him, he sighed. Obviously she was going to be here, he just didn’t think about. Wherever Angelica was, the teasing was sure to follow. Sometimes Chuckie wondered if he was her favorite target. “Hi Angelica.” He replied with a sigh. Without turning, he picked up the bottle of vodka again and added another splash to his drink. “I’m dedicating my first drink of the night to you. Congratulations.” Chuckie looked at Angelica and tested this drink. He told himself he could keep the act up for tonight, pretend everything is okay. Of course it would be Angelica to immediately prove him wrong. “I’m doing great. It doesn’t bug me at all and everything is perfect.” Chuckie has no chance when he was around Angelica. She always seemed to read him like a book. He spoke quietly, knowing only she could hear. “I wish he stuck with boogers.”

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Tommy wasn’t in any rush, willing to give Chuckie some time to think about something that might get it all off his mind. Whatever the case, though Tommy was ready and willing to help his best friend out. Chuckie came up with a suggestion rather quickly, though, and he was surprised but happy with the suggestion. “Yeah! You really want to invite everyone else, though?” He asked, not sure if it was risky getting everyone together so soon. They could hardly do that with Halloween for the group costume, and that was before things escalated with Phil and Kimi. His eyebrows went up, intrigued to see how Chuckie was going to do getting out some of this built up aggression he mentioned. Tommy wondered if he was going to see a whole different side of his friend tonight. “Yeah, I can drive,” he agreed, following Chuckie to the kitchen and watching him grab a few small shot bottles that had been left on the fridge awhile back. It was clear Chuckie needed this, to let loose and ignore the friendship drama for the night, so Tommy remained supportive. He smiled. “Alright, deal.” He motioned for Chuckie to follow him, grabbing his keys as they headed to the front door. “I’m always ready, let’s go.”

*

As they lock the door Chuckie turns to Tommy with a sad look. “It was habit, you know. Inviting the others.” His mind wanders to the time they were kicked out of the laser tag place, that time they all got a little too into the game. “I just miss everyone. How easy it used to be.” When they got to the car Chuckie sat in the passenger seat and leaned back with his eyes closed. “I’m scared Tommy. I’m scared of losing everyone.” After a small moment of silence he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the shot bottles. “I don’t want these. This isn’t me. I just wanted to stop thinking for one second. Stop worrying that everything is going to fall apart.” Drinking wasn’t the answer, he knew this. Usually, he didn’t even like it. That loss of control scared him a little too much. He shoves the shots back in his pockets, not wanting to leave them in the car. “We don’t have to laser tag. We already know who’s winning this one,” he says with a laugh. “If you want, I can buy us some dinner and come back here to Mario Kart. Driver’s choice.”

Chuckie felt a lot of things but above all, he missed Kimi. He was mad, of course he was mad. Phil and Kimi are probably tied right now as the person he leasts wants to run into. A small part of him worries though. He doesn’t want to lose his sister. How would he know she’s doing okay? Chuckie close his eyes and flops onto his bed. He picks up his phone and sends a text before silencing it and tossing it across the room. 

To: Kimster ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

I’m here. If you need someone to talk to. Just want you to be okay. 

Text Message delivered at 11:22 pm

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Tommy felt awful for his best friend. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like for him; he knew how protective he was of his sister, and although Tommy was the same toward Dil, it was definitely different. He didn’t really have to worry about Dil going off and getting feelings for any of their friends. Surely, Chuckie probably assumed the same until now. Tommy had dropped his focus on his filming to be there for Chuckie and Lil, trying to rack his brain for ideas on how to find a middle ground for everyone. “I mean, I’ve always felt like a brother to Kimi. I can’t really say the same for Phil—” he replied, putting a hand on his shoulder for support. He used his free hand to sip from his own seltzer. “I know what you mean. Just don’t beat yourself up over it. None of us could have seen this coming.” He sighed, knowing Chuckie was asking the exact questions that were on his own mind. They were both equally worried about their friend group, about the future for all of them. “Whatever happens, you’ll still have me and Dil. And Lil. I don’t know what’ll happen with them, but .. We can only hope for the best, right?” It was nice to hear that Chuckie trusted him like that, that even if Tommy were the one to develop feelings that he would eventually understand. He would never want to do that to Chuckie, of course, but it was still a comforting thought. “Maybe we need to do something to get your mind off of it. What do you think will help?” @the-chuckster​

*

Chuckie tries to remember something, anything, he’s thought of lately besides his friend and his sister. He tried distracting himself with work but he can’t seem to focus on anything at the moment. Not even video games. Wait. “What about laser tag? It’s been awhile since we’ve done that. We can drag the others a long too, if we feel up to it.” Chuckie tries to smile at Tommy, but only manages a strange smirk. “That can get out some aggression at least.” He downs the last of his seltzer and gets up, mindlessly walking to the kitchen. Something catches his eye on top of the fridge and he pauses, before calling out to Tommy. “You’re driving tough.” Chuckie reaches up and grabs the couple of forgotten fireball shots off the top of the fridge. They were left over from some party and no one ever seemed to want them. He cracks one open and downs it with a cough. “Actually, let’s just go right now. Me and you, winner buys dinner. You ready?”

“Why does this feel like such a betrayal, Tommy?” Chuckie drops his head back on the couch and stares blankly at the ceiling. “I just, I guess I thought you and Phil were like brothers to Kimi. Maybe that’s on me for making the assumption but I always imagined you guys protecting her like I do. I know she doesn’t need it but it was a comfort, you know, knowing you guys would be there for her when I couldn’t.” Chuckie takes a swig of the spiked seltzer he’s holding and drops his head back down. He really needs to buy some other alcohol. No wait- he can’t handle much else. “This feels like a breach of that. What if someone gets hurt? Does the group just break up? Are they really ready to risk all of us for each other? I want them to be happy but-” He tries to think of an end to that thought but comes up short. Maybe he’s just being selfish. He could stop this right now and call up Phil and Kimi and support them. No. No, he can’t do that. The nausea building in his stomach makes that clear. “If you and Kimi wanted to get together I would know that your feelings have gotten strong enough that you’ve thought it through. I know you wouldn’t hurt her. But with Phil? Tommy, I can’t be sure of that.” Chuckie sighs and lifts his drink to hid mouth. “My meds aren’t strong enough for this.” 

Tommy had noticed that Chuckie had been sort of on his own lately — not that he judged him, of course, for he’d been pretty busy with his own job and projects. He’d just finished a short horror film for the spooky season, so now he was taking a short break on filming and preparing for the end of the year. No matter how busy they were, they were both still number one best friends, and Tommy never worried about that changing.

 He was excited to meet up with Chuckie at the arcade, knowing they needed some best friend time together. As soon as he found his friend at the arcade, he grinned and headed in his direction. “Hey! I sure am,” Tommy chuckled, bringing his fist up to bump Chuckie’s. “Don’t apologize Chuckie, I know how it is,” he replied genuinely, “I’m just glad we found some time to hang out. You’d think we would see more of each other living together, right? It’s almost the opposite.” He was about to counter Chuckie, that quitting his job wouldn’t be the best idea financially, but his eyes lit up at his second suggestion. “Honestly? That’s not a bad idea! We already know we make a great team.” He couldn’t help but worry for Chuckie, though. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking around to see what they should play first as he continued, “What? Is your job just not cutting it for you anymore?”

*

“I know I have a good job, but honestly, I’m tired. You know some of those nights I didn’t come home? I fell asleep at my desk. I miss having a life outside of that. I miss you guys.” It felt good to actually have time to spend with Tommy again. Tommy always had such a calming effect on Chuckie. He was able to talk sense into him and bring him back down to earth, ever since they were babies. 

As they talked, Chuckie noticed a group leaving the air hockey table and nudged Tommy. He started walking a little faster to claim the table as they talked. “I’ve been watching you work on your films and it’s inspiring. I can’t wait to see the progress.” Chuckie bent down and fed a couple quarters into the machine. He handed Tommy the puck that dropped and walked to one end of the table. “I’m not quitting work. Goodness knows we need the money. Especially for our new film enterprise. I’m going to ask my boss to let me start working from home.” Chuckie gabbed the paddle and shot Tommy a challenging look. “Now please, tell me about this date as you absolutely destroy me.”

-

The way that Chrissie put people on edge delighted her, until they actually looked hurt and she realized that she went too far, again. Granted, most of the time, she knew that things went too far and it was obvious to her that she could be quite the bitch most of the time. Oh well, it didn’t really matter that much to her - she could still sleep peacefully at the end of the day. “You didn’t mean it?” She repeated, raising an eyebrow towards him; he was a scared, little boy that Chrissie could easily intimidate, but she didn’t want to. She huffed out of irritation at mostly herself, and then she looked down at his outstretched hand. “Chrissie Hook. It’s fine. Don’t take everything so seriously, though, I was just trying to get a reaction.” She extended her arm and shook his hand with hers. “Does it? Is it because you’re silent and you sneak around?”

*

Chuckie widens his eyes as he lets go of her hand. Somehow he wasn’t any less nervous. “Do I sneak around? Wow, that does explain all the people that jump when I come up to them.” Chuckie struggled in most social situations, but when a pretty girl was involved he was helpless. Should he mention that she also bumped into him? No, terrible idea. Move on. “I do have a question though, if you don’t mind. Why do you want to get a reaction? I don’t know if I’d ever heard anyone say that before. Then again, I try to avoid most social situations.”  Great, now he’s just nervously rambling. “It’s nice to meet you Chrissie. Glad to bump into you.”

It wasn’t often that Chuckie had to track down Dil. He was used to seeing them already on his couch when he got home. More and more, Chuckie started sharing some of his drawings with Dil. He absolutely loathed showing people his work but somehow, he really started to love Dil’s reactions. After work Chuckie packed up his tablet and headed over to the Pickle’s house. The last thing they expected to see was Dil out on the lawn. What could they be up to now? “I came over to see if you wanted to art talk, but uh, you look kind of busy.”

After sending Phil a quick warning text Chuckie immediately left for the Deville household. He was hoping Phil would be ready to answer the door for him, but was met with Mama Deville when he knocked. He loved Phil and Lil’s mom, he looked up to her a lot when he was younger. To this day, he admires her. Right now though, he was worried about his friend. Chuckie considered asking her how Phil has been doing, but the thought of Phil overhearing stopped that quick. A few minutes later, Chuckie walked upstairs with some snacks she insisted they have and barged straight into Phil’s room. “Okay, you know the drill.” Chuckie walks over to Phil’s desk and shifts items around until he clears enough room for the snacks. “That’s from your mom by the way. I’ve kind of missed her.” He walks over to Phil and waves a bag of edibles in his face. “What we say in the room, doesn’t leave the room. And I’m only sharing if you don’t tell anyone how high we’re about to get.” Chuckie scrunches up his face like he’s in pain. “Last thing I need is for Kimi to find out I smoke.”

Chuckie knew that Lil would assume he came to see his sister. Before knocking he stands outside the door and double checks his backpack, making sure he had everything he needed. Chuckie takes a deep breath and finally knocks. There’s no reason for him to be nervous. Lil is one of his best friends, she won’t be upset with him for disappearing. Right? When the door swings open Chuckie gives a small smile. “Hi Lil, I promise I’m here to see you. Kimi is at the pet store.” He walks into the apartment and sets down his bag to search through it, talking to her as he does. “This is my official apology tour. I’m here to catch up with my friend, if you’re free.” Chuckie turns around and hands her a video game case. “Here, my peace offering. You know I suck at Fifa, but I brought the console so we could catch up while we play.” He suddenly felt very nervous. Maybe he overstepped. Or she’s busy. “Are you interested?”

Chuckie’s least favorite part about being busy at work was not beign able to spend quality time with his friends. Time away from them made getting through the weeks harder. Even when they lived together. On busy days he didn’t do much but come home and stumble into bed. After dropping off the face of the planet for a few weeks Chuckie shut off his work phone and texted Tommy to meet him at the arcade. No one brings him back down to earth like his best friend. When Chuckie sees him lingering in the entrance he nods his head in Tommy’s direction. There’s no way Tommy saw that from this distance but hey, maybe it looked cool. 

“You ready to show this arcade who’s boss? Maybe we can get ourselves a new toaster.” Chuckie gives Tommy a fist bump greeting as they walk further into the neon lit arcade. “I’m sorry for being so busy at work. Maybe I should just quit.” He sighs, he says this a lot but never does. “Oh! Or we could quit our jobs and become a hit movie making team.”