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damien-mlm · 2 years

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Arrival to Ambrose

Chris is on a tourist bus. After coming back to Huston to visit his father and sister's graves one last time, he decided to tour around the country trying to find a place where he could finally die quietly. Now, the bus driver is cursing and they are running out of gas, Lester spots them and leads them to Ambrose. All the tourists get off the bus and get immediately introduced to the town by Cande, an old friend he met in his last year of highschool, who was calling herself Courtney, and leads them to the House Of Wax for a small tour while the bus gets filled up with gas.

They meet when she is guiding the whole group around the house of wax, eventually it gets dark and the entire group decides to stay at the motel and take off in the morning.

Before he went with the group into the House of Wax, he approached Bo who was naturally blasting Manson. Chris had an idea and took out his earphones, asking Bo if he ever heard of Rammstein, since he likes hard rock too and Bo doesn't know of them. So Chris gives him one earphone to listen to and very deliberately chooses a specific song called Küss Mich.

Bo likes it and starts to gently headbang to the beat, when Chris just casually says “Kiss me”

"I beg yer pardon?" Bo asked

"Oh, it's the name of the song, it's in German though…"

"I see... 'S a good song, I'll give the band a try, er..."

"Chris, Chris Alba" he offers his right hand to shake and Bo takes it gladly, in a firm but friendly handshake.

"Nice meetin' ya, Chris. I'm Bo" they let go of each other's hands after lingering for a second. Making Bo notice a long, vertical scar on Chris' right wrist, barely covered by his snake tattoo.

"It's nice to meet you too, Bo" Chris says with a smile.

Before anything else could go down, "Courtney" was calling the group together to give everybody a tour through the House of Wax.

"Sorry, gotta go. I'll be seeing you around?" Chris asks, a brow raised, and a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Sure thing, enjoy the tour" Bo answered, So this is what it feels to be sweet talked and smirked at by a random southern man? He thinks to himself

Thus, Chris peakes Bo's interest as he walks away. He can't help but to stare at the man's ass as he goes.

He texts Vincent to leave the goth dude to him.

So when the group starts to head to the motel, Bo approaches Chris and offers him to stay the night at the house, Bo is confused but also curious, and he wants to know more about Chris, so he offers him something to drink.

A beer, but Chris asks for whiskey and Bo gets even more interested at this. So they sit on the couch and start drinking, and boy Chris cannot hold his alcohol to save his life. Bo is pretty amused at this, and teases him about it, but you see, Chris is a sad drunk.

At one point he just blankly stares at the way and mutters to himself "I don't want to feel anymore..."

Bo heard this then glanced back at the scar he noticed earlier, so he asks Chris if he is okay.

Chris takes a shot of whiskey and after a long pause "I'm.... tired" he says, without looking up.

Bo knows exactly what he means, but plays dumb and offers to help him upstairs into the guest room, since Chris can barely stand on his own. Chris just holds onto Bo for dear life and lets him guide him upstairs.

At one point, Chris starts humming a song and Bo asks what it is that he is humming, so Chris starts to drunkenly sing a verse:

"I long to be like you

Lie cold in the ground like you

There's room inside for two

And I'm not grieving for you

I'm coming for you…"

Bo is... concerned? He doesn't know why, but he finds himself caring for this random depressed man. Eventually they reach the guest room and as Bo tries to lie Chris down, Chris doesn't let go, making him fall on top of Chris.

Bo is incredibly flustered and tries to get up, but Chris keeps holding onto him, "Please.... Stay..." he begs, Bo just stares into Chris's big sad eyes, looking like they are about to burst and is barely able to blurt out "I can't, I'm sorry" before leaving.

Bo leaves the room, and Chris cries himself to sleep, clutching the pendant on his necklace in his fist.

A few hours later, Chris wakes up in a haze, groggy and hungover, with sunlight beaming into the basement of the gas station from the little drain on the concrete floor of the station. He is strapped to The Chair.

Despite his situation, he calmly scans the room with half opened eyes, until he spots Bo standing across the room, smirking maliciously at him. Chris can't help but to look up and down at him, raise a brow and smirk himself, maybe this was his lucky day after all.

Bo is confused as to why Chris is not only calm as a clam, but smiling under the tape covering his mouth. Is he still drunk? Why is he not fighting against the restraints? Why isn't he trying to cry out for help? He can't for the life of him figure out the man he has strapped, and it frustrates him deeply.

Chris notices Bo's upset and starts to mumble underneath the tape.

Bo angrily stomps his way towards Chris, "Now, whatcha tryna say? Huh?!" He says in an elevated tone and snatches the tape from his mouth, hoping the pain would bring this insane man back to his senses.

"Ow~" Chris says, following it with a deep chuckle.

"What the fuck is wrong with ya?" Bo asks, his blood running hot, although he doesn't quite know in which way.

This only makes him the more confused as Chris calmly responds in a flirtatious tone "I know we had a connection last night but damn, at least take me out to dinner before tying me up, big boy"

Bo is not only confused and angry at this point, but also in disbelief, just what is going on in this man's head?

"An' here I thought I was the fucked up one…" he says as he grabs Chris by the hair and pushes his head back on the chair, holding him there

"... Or maybe ya don't quite understand the situation ya’r in…" he continued as he leaned into Chris' face with his signature sadistic smirk in his face, trying his best to hide the confusion and put up a more intimidating look in hopes of finally getting this man to break.

Chris looks up at him, without moving a muscle, and smiles softly, "Oh I know exactly what's going on, sugar. You seem to be the one who's confused" he said.

Bo is going insane, he must be. Not only he cannot figure this man out, nor scare him, but he also saw right through his facade this easy?

He pushes Chris' head into the chair with a frustrated grunt and turns away from him.

"Aw, don't look so let down, big boy. Here, I'll tell you a secret" Chris starts, and Bo turns back to look at his face, only this time he's keeping a small distance between them.

"You see… when you've longed for death for as long as I have, you don't complain once The Reaper finally shows up…" Chris says solemnly, a tinge of anguish in his voice, much like the night before.

Bo gazed at Chris' scar, then back at his face, "... And, honestly? I couldn't have asked for a better looking Reaper than you, sugar" he said, winking at Bo, who is more confused, yet deeply intrigued by the second.

He's only able to blurt out, "You're fucked in the head…" as he turns his face away again, trying to hide a rising heat creeping up his cheeks. Just, what is going on??

Chris cackles at Bo's reaction, "Well that's rich coming from a guy who has a collection of snuff Polaroids in his torture dungeon" he says, gesturing with his head at the wall covered in victim's pictures.

Bo scoffed at Chris’ remark, then left the room in a huff, slamming the door behind him. He stayed with his back to the door, trying to recollect himself from the madness he just experienced.

This Chris guy was more interesting than he originally thought, and he could hear him groan in frustration from inside the room, “Great! Now I can’t even get somebody else to kill me… way to go, me…”. Maybe he would keep Chris around for a while, see if he really meant all this or if he was just bluffing...

Well! I had this already so I decided to post it now 🖤✨

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Imma keep writting whenever I can 👀

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how-grand-trine-au · 2 years

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Sinalba (Bo Sinclair x Chris Alba) Moodboard + Their Song

Under your spell again

I can't say no to you

Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand

I can't say no to you

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly

Now I can't let go of this dream

I can't breathe but I feel

Good enough

I feel good enough

For you

Drink up sweet decadence

I can't say no to you

And I've completely lost myself and I don't mind

I can't say no to you

Shouldn't let you conquer me completely

Now I can't let go of this dream

Can't believe that I feel

Good enough

I feel good enough

It's been such a long time coming

But I feel good

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall

Pour real life down on me

'Cause I can't hold on

To anything this good enough

Am I good enough

For you to love me too?

So take care what you ask of me

'Cause I can't say no

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damien-mlm · 2 years

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Mercy (Chris Alba x Bo Sinclair)

It was the third night since the tourist bus arrived at Ambrose, its driver and passengers never to be seen again, all except one. Cande had counted them, she knew there was one missing, Vincent had already turned the rest of the salvageable bodies into sculptures, the ones that were too maimed were given to Lester for him to dispose of. Still, there was one missing, and curiosity was eating away at her.

"Hey, Vinny?" she called, sitting cross-legged on his small cot in the basement, he was busy sketching, but hummed to signal that he was listening.

"What happened to the last victim? I saw all of them during the tour and counted them, there's one missing."

Vincent put down his pencil to sign while still looking at his sketch, "Bo asked me to leave the gothic looking man to him, why do you ask?"

But before he could look up, Cande was gone. He couldn't help but grimance and sigh under his mask, he fucked up.

It was around 4 am, Cande had grown accustomed to Vincent's sleep schedule, or lack thereof, so it was easy for her to just sneak around town while Bo slept. She had learned how to pick every lock in town, no door was ever closed for her.

She knew that the last victim had to still be in Bo's basement, and she was curious. After all, the only times Bo ever kept a victim for so long was when he had been in a particularly bad mood lately, or more than normal, or he had a personal vendetta against this person.

Now, before the tourists arrived Bo was his usual self, an asshole, but not too much of an asshole. What struck as something weird to Cande was how Bo's mood changed since the bus had arrived. He was ever so slightly… kinder? Not so much of an asshole. So Cande needed to figure out what was going on in that basement.

Chris was a light sleeper, so when he heard the lock on the door open, so did his eyes. He was still strapped to the chair, and he was hoping that the unusual time for Bo's visit meant he would finally come and kill him.

But when he looked, it wasn't Bo who opened the door. He was surprised, but glad he could at least see an old friend before he met his maker, even if she didn't seem to remember him.

Cande slowly opened the door and peeked inside, noticing the guy strapped to the chair shifting awake, he looked… fine. He wasn't visibly hurt, and she swore she saw Bo sneaking extra food and water whenever he came over to his workshop, had he just been taking care of this dude this entire time? Why-

"Hey, Cande. How 's it going?"

Cande froze and looked at the man with big doe eyes, only a handful of people knew her real name, much less how to pronounce it correctly. Once the puzzle pieces fit together, she finally recognized him.

".... Chrissy?"

He gave her a warm smile in return, "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Oh… MY GOD-UH!!" Cande exclaimed, jumping closer to the chair, "CHRISSY, IT'S YOU!! I haven't known anything of you since you graduated highschool, man!! Where have you been?" There she is, she hasn't changed a bit, Chris thought to himself while giving a small chuckle.

"Oh, you know, here… there… just wandering around in circles" he said.

Cande brought a chair so she could sit closer to Chris, they had a LOT of catching up to do.

Chris explained he had been touring the country after paying respects to his family, which is how he ended up in his current situation. Cande herself explained how she ended up in Ambrose, too. Not only surviving but as a permanent resident. They spent hours talking and didn't even realize it was past 7 am. They were so caught up in their little reunion, none of them seemed to realize Bo had arrived to do his usual work.

Cande was sloppy, though. She forgot to relock the doors after breaking into the gas station. This alerted Bo to throw everything aside and rush to the basement, shotgun in hand. He kicked the door open and aimed directly to the chair, only to meet a stunned looking Cande, in the middle of gesturing with her hands, and Chris, still tied up, listening to her.

"What in tarnation- Candelaria! What 're ya doin' down here?!!" He shouted, setting the gun down.

"Bo Bear!! I was just catching up with my old bestie here!" She exclaimed, totally unfazed by his rising rage.

"Don't call me-!... Wait… y'all know each other?"

"It's a long story…" Chris said calmly.

Cande disregarded Bo's presence altogether, turning back to Chris, "You look so different tho! I couldn't recognize you! You got tattoos, longer hair, u also look more tired than usual…." Chris chuckled at this, and she continued talking, ignoring Bo completely, "Oh! I got a tattoo as well!! It says "peachy", I'm gonna let you guess where-"

"Alright, das' enough…" Bo said, grabbing Cande by the wrist and pulling her out of the room.

"Aw, come oooon~" Cande whined, "I'll see you later, Chrissy!" She said, aggressively waving at the trapped man as she was being dragged away by Bo, the way a parent would drag a child away from the candy isle in a shop.

Chris could hear Bo scolding Cande from downstairs, followed by a loud noise, Bo exclaiming, and Cande giggling as she ran out the door.

A minute or two later, he could hear Bo shuffling with some paper bags before stepping back downstairs. His heart was beating fast, as much as he had grown fond of the murderous mechanic, his plans hadn't changed, and now more than ever, he felt he was finally at the finish line.

Or so he thought.

Bo took a deep breath before opening the door, sauntering in the room while rubbing the back of his head, his cap abandoned upstairs, paper bags in his free hand. He took Cande's place in the chair next to Chris, then looked at him quizzically, "Care to explain what was al' that?"

Chris shrugged "Cande, I guess?" Bo scoffed at him.

"So! I see you have a shotgun there, is today my lucky day?" Chris said, shifting into a more sit-up position.

Bo looked at the gun, then back at Chris, "Mmm, I don' think so, darlin'..." He said, opening one of the paper bags, and pulling out a PB&J sandwich and motioning to feed Chris, "Open up…"

Chris grew rapidly frustrated, and moved away from the sandwich while giving a loud sigh. Bo dropped his hand on his own knee and looked at the man, "What?"

"Don't 'What?' me!" Chris snapped back, "Just how long will you keep taking care of me? I knew damn well what I was getting myself into when I accepted your invitation to your house! And yet here I am, alive and not a single scratch on me! Just…" he was breathing heavily with impatience, "What are you waiting for?? Just kill me already!"

Bo was taken aback, Chris had been nothing but patient and obedient the couple days, sure, he was always asking about his inevitable demise, but he had never raised his voice like this before.

Truth was, Bo didn't want to kill Chris. Hell, he didn't even want to make him crack anymore. He just hoped like a fool that he could care for this man until he fled, then send Vincent to finish the job. They had gotten to know each other quite well in the past few days, and Bo wanted to know more. Now he knew he could ask Cande about Chris and his past, but where would be the satisfaction in that? What if Cande didn't know what he wanted to know?

Silence fell between the both of them, it had finally dawned on Bo… Why do I want to know him so badly?, he thought to himself, genuinely puzzled at his newfound feelings.

Chris, on the other hand, just stared at the wall, his frustration making him cry silently, he even had the chance to say goodbye to his old friend. "Just, kill me please…" he said quietly, making Bo look up at his teared up gaze, "Believe me, at this point, it would be mercy to do so…"

Without saying anything, Bo set the food on a nearby table and looked around in a drawer. Chris' face lit up when he saw Bo approach with a rusty old scalpel. Finally… he thought as he braced himself for the familiar sting of a blade across his skin. Only for it to never come.

Bo was cutting the tape, letting him loose completely.

"What…?" Chris was confused, he rubbed his wrists and sat up straight, finally able to move, still, he didn't run away, he just looked back into Bo's eyes, expecting him to attack, or, at the very least, answer.

"You said it would be merciful to kill you. Well, darlin' I'm not a man of mercy. So I won't."

Chris was stunned, unable to speak or even look away from the other man's eyes, he kept looking, searching for a hint of a lie, he had to be lying.

"Come on now, darlin', have your breakfast. I'll be upstairs waitin' for ya." Bo said before grabbing the shotgun and going up to his garage and starting work for the day.

Bo couldn't bring himself to lay a finger on Chris anymore, and he had no idea why. Cande would be a pain in the ass if she got to know that he hurt Chris. Yeah… it wasn't him, it was Cande. He kept repeating this last thought over and over, trying to convince himself of the lie.

Bo wanted Chris all for himself.

Around 1600 words, I hope y'all like it!

Chris Alba is my OC, Candelaria Ramírez is @mr-trick 's. The "Grand Trine" AU is a collab between the both of us.

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damien-mlm · 2 years

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Chris Alba Moodboard + Theme Song

Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear

Sealed with lies through so many tears

Lost from within, pursuing the end

I fight for the chance to be lied to again

"You never were strong enough"

"You never were good enough"

"You were never conceived in love"

"You will not rise above"

They'll never see

I'll never be

I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger

Burning deep inside of me

But through my tears breaks a blinding light

Birthing a dawn to this endless night

Arms outstretched, awaiting me

An open embrace upon a bleeding tree

"Rest in me and I'll comfort you"

"I have lived and I died for you"

"Abide in me and I vow to you"

"I will never forsake you"

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damien-mlm · 2 years

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Chris Alba's Backstory

a little something so that y'all get to know him better

Tw for suicide, various forms of child abuse and SH

Born in Buenos Aires, Argentina; October 31st, 1990. Born first, right before his twin sister, making him the older one. Their parents, Gustavo Alba and Harriet Trent, decided to give the twins their father’s last name, while their mother chose their first names: Cassandra and Christine Alba. After their birth, the family lived in the city for about 8 years, their mother decided it would be a nice gift for the twins to get to know some of the American scenery, so the whole family flew to Arizona to visit the Grand Canyon.

Ever the mischievous ones, the twins separated from their parents and crossed the safety line, trying to get a better view of the bottom. Some loose dirt that Christine was laying on broke off the edge, sending her down into the pit, but right before she fell, Cassandra grabbed her arm, “MA! PA!” Christine yelled from the top of her lungs, asking for help, while Cassie did her best to try and pull the other twin up from the ledge, though both of their grips were slipping.

Their parents were not fast enough, Cassie’s strength finally gave out and had to watch as Christine fell down, her screams and sounds of her bones cracking loud as she tumbled to the bottom of the Canyon. All of this, just as their parents arrived. Gustavo never recovered, he was devastated, and ended up committing suicide from being unable to cope with the immense grief that was losing one of his daughters, especially when the other one was a constant reminder of how she would look like if she was still here.

After Gustavo died, Harriet took Cassie with her, and moved to Huston, Texas, her hometown. Harriet blamed Cassandra for it all from the very beginning. To Harriet, Cassandra was a murderer, responsible for her husband’s and daughter’s death, Cassandra was nothing but a monster, and so, she treated her like one.

Cassie also blamed herself, always. From the moment she saw the look of sheer terror in Christine’s eyes as she fell down, Cassandra has done nothing but blame herself for it all, she killed her baby sister, daddy died because he was so sad, so sad because she killed her sister. Cassie also believes herself to be a monster, so not only she accepts her mother’s abuse as well deserved punishment for her actions, she also punishes herself through SH. Cassandra struggles with deep self loathing and depression for the rest of her life, her mother being neglectful and abusive, to the point where she would not care what her boyfriends would do to her child.

After a particular incident, Cassie fled at the age of 13. During this time, he also realized he might not be a girl after all. He was homeless for a couple of months, surviving on his own, wandering around the outskirts of the city. Mom never bothered to go looking for him, but locals notified the authorities of a homeless teen, and so, he was approached by the cops, and taken to an orphanage. “What’s your name?” the desk attendant asked him, to get him enlisted in the files of the establishment. He thought for a second, looking down at his hands. He closed them, clenching his fists, before looking up and answering: “Chris. My name is Chris Alba…”

Chris had told the social workers what his mother had done and allowed it to be done to him, so he was taken to foster care.

His foster parents lived in California, and they were as loving and as patient as could be, but Chris attempted suicide the night he turned 15. After coming out of the hospital and under close watch of his foster parents and doctors, Chris was able to somewhat recover. He found peace and coped through singing, and even though he took an extra few years to finish highschool, he was always thankful to his music teacher.

He became a senior in highschool at age 19, graduating at 20 years old. After graduating he disappeared from his foster parents' home, he didn't want to be a bother to anybody anymore, so he went through the country, singing on the streets and offering sexual favors for money. He wandered through the country aimlessly, drowning his sorrows in drunken casual sex in cheap motels. Until he decided he had enough, enough of life, enough of existing, so he made a plan.

His first goal was the home of his father and baby sister's graves, Huston, Texas.

He arrived on a rainy day, and spent most of his pocket money on a bouquet of red roses. He let rain pour down on him as he looked at the two graves, one next to the other, divided the bouquet in two. He sat in the middle, facing both graves and placed the flowers.

"I'll see you again soon, I promise"

He was certain he would, he was seeing them soon, he had to, he needed to.

Arrival to Ambrose

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how-grand-trine-au · 2 years

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Percy laughs. "Now THAT certainly sounds like Bo. Then again when he almost ran me over he was apparently on his way back from the grocery store one town over. On late nights when he was creep through my window, he found I wasn't eating as much and just about clutched his southern pearls. He made me a three course meal and asked me how I was coming along in my book.

Chris had just finished baking a big batch of Argentine style empanadas when he finally remembered to check his phone again.

The victims had been taken care of, and now it was time for dinner with Bo.

Vincent and Cande where in the wax museum basement, him doing his job, her being nosy and talking to him non-stop.

Chris set the empanadas down on the table and Bo just went at them, it was a big group, but most of them ended up poisoned by Chris, one knocked out by Cande, and two more by Bo.

They were mostly tired from moving the bodies around more than anything else.

Chris started reading Percy's e-mail and his eyes went wide, and almost chocked on the empanada he was munching on.

"Woah, you okay, darlin'?" Bo asked, giving Chris a few harsh pats on his back to help him get the food out of his lungs.

"Yeah I am- *coughs* I'm okay" he answered, Bo gave him a warm smile before continuing to down more empanadas like they were little Hershey's Kisses.

Chris just gave a chuckle and shook his head while he wrote an answer for his inter-dimensional friend.

A three course meal??! That's something! In the days I spent tied to the chair he was always hand feeding me, tho it was always PB&J or ham and cheese sandwiches, and water or orange juice.

Other than that he was extremely nice most of the time, I still don't understand why he didn't just kill me after the first night, and as much as I wanted him to, I'm kinda glad he didn't.

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