ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. . .

⠀ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. chuck shurley, aka; 𝕲𝗼𝗱 ⠀

you allow them to treat you like a pet. you can refuse to see it all you like of course.

their puppy with the perpetual frown.

because you're their little pet. nobody likes when their pets die.

then i'd snap my fingers and put you back together. again. depending on whether those pesky little winchesters have been good boys or not.

am i?

i will engulf you both in flames if it means i get silence.

milennia old infants.

tch. kids.

i am, as the kids say, cooking.

the 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 is always 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 .

your sacrifices will never be rewarded. existence is not a morality play. grow up.

/ i only wanna write chuck when im depressed lmao

and as long as the stories keep me entertained i'll keep the great wheel turning.

you wanna hear the chuck's honest truth? i didn't create all this as some kind of lesson. it's not some monument to virtue. i created all of this because the silence of the beginning was stagnant and boring.

one of you lucky humans is about to get arc building for dummies dropped on your doorstep.

writing scripts that nobody follows. what's the point anymore?

it is.