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charlie kirk gets shot by elliot chance and two time

Anonymous

Summary:

i think the title is self explanitory...

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Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Elliot, Chance, and two time were sitting on the couch watching reels. Or well, twotime was watching reels and everyone was crowded around them, looking at their phone. It was mostly animal videos, the occasional dance, and then suddenly…
“Dear spawn!” two time exclaims. The other two look at them. “Look at this!” two time says, showing the other two a video.
In it, Charlie Kirk is talking about something stupid, debating someone young.
“How can someone be so chopped and so wrong at the same time?” Chance says.
“Yeah, pick a struggle.” Elliot mutters.
“Wait…this is pretty recent.” Chance checks the date of the video, then the location. “Oh my god..”
He gets up and looks out the hotel room window. Charlie Kirk is right there. Surrounded by a group of people, he was seemingly talking to them.
The other two stand beside chance, confused. Suddenly, chance gets an idea. He starts laughing, buckling over and holding his stomach. Two time looks at Elliot. Elliot looks at two time. “Should we see if he's okay?” Elliot asks.
“The spawn will…help him.” two time says, unsure.
After a few seconds of chance laughing he looked up.“Seems lady luck is on our side today” Chance laughs.
“Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?” He asks, holding up his gun

Chapter 2: part 2

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Chapter Text

“OH MY GOD,” Elliot says, wide-eyed. “Your...Your gonna shoot him?!”
Chance laughs.
“What's wrong Elli? He deserves it!” Elliot turns away, reddening at the nick-name.
Two time smiles, putting their hand on Elliot's shoulder. “The spawn agrees. We must purge the world of evil like him!" Elliot sighs, but nods. “Whatever you guys say.”

Chance and Elliot are going to get takeout. As they rush down the hotel stairs, chance starts to talk. "so, how d'ya wanna do this?' he asks.
"get food?"
"shoot charl-"
Elliot puts his hand over chance's mouth recoiling when it gets licked. "Eww! what the hell was that for?" he says, wiping his hand on his shirt. chance shrugs. "also," Elliot continues, "you don't need to talk about that in public." chance laughs it off.
once they get to the car they had brought to the hotel, chance opens the passenger seat door, and lets Elliot in.chance knew how much Elliot hated his driving style, calling him 'reckless' and 'risky'. oh well.
"so, you craving anything?" chance asks.
"i want tacos."
"good choice."
when they got to the store, they out in their order. the woman at the cash register told them it'd be fifteen minutes, so they decided to go to the gas station while waiting. Elliot and chance separated, Elliot going to the snack isle. he grabbed a bag of chip and some soda, and when he saw chance at the cash, chance was holding a few scratch tickets. once the two paid, they decided to wait at the car. elliot was shivering in the cold, as it was already dark.
"Elli. Wanna borrow my jacket?", asks chance.
"oh, i'm alright."
chance sees that Elliot is still shivering. he takes off his jacket and gives it to Elliot, but not before taking his tickets out. he uses his coin to scratch them, and smiles when the results are good. twenty dollars in total.
"we should go get our food, " says Elliot

 

The small group is sitting around the tiny hotel dining table, eating takeout and preparing for their mission. They had decided that tomorrow, they would all go to one of his talks near a university, and then shoot the guy. Easy enough, right? Chance was stuffing his face with the tacos from the food place down the road. “i cant believe you guys convinced me to do this.” Elliot said, smiling between bites. “Just shooting him for the hell of it?”
“It is our duty, as disciples of the spawn, to rid–”
“Yeah yeah,” Chance laughs, interrupting two time. “You know it'll be fun though. Two times right. This guy sucks.”
About an hour later everyone is in bed. the hotel only has two, so two time is sleeping one, and chance and Elliot are sharing the other. Elliot moves closer to chance, putting his head on chance’s pillow.
God, he’s crazy, Elliot thinks affectionately.

Notes:

part 3 comes out later i guess

also paycheck???🔥🔥
i will post a few chapters a day bcuz they are so short.

Chapter 3

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Chapter Text

The light shines through the cheap hotel curtains. Dust particles float through the air, sparkling. Chance is the only one awake, and only partially. Elliot is laying on his side, one arm wrapped around chance. He hasn't noticed yet, but when he does he will move. Right now he is comfortable. Chance blinks the sleep out of his eyes, gently turning over, face to face with elliot. “Hey,” he whispers. “Buddy. Its time to get up.”Elliot groans something almost undecipherable (let me sleep), and then freezes. He quickly takes his arm away from chance,a nd rubbed his eyes.
“Uh… sorry.” he says quickly.
“Dont worry, Elli.” chance says, sitting up. He's only wearing his pyjama pants, and elliot notices his eyes. Chance normally wore sun glasses, so Elliot had never gotten a good look at him. His eyes were dark, and met elliot’s for a long moment, before looking away. “We should get ready,” he says. ‘Y’know, big day today, right?” he says, a laugh behind the words.
“Uh… yeah. Hey, do you know where two time is?” elliot asked.
Chance had assumed that the cultist was sleeping, but a quick look proved they werent in the hotel room. A small note was left on thier perfectly made bed.
“I have gone on and errand! Do not fret, i will be back soon!”, chance read aloud. “God, they talk like they're from a thousand years ago.”
Elliot laughs, a sound that chance appreciates. Suddenly, the door opens. Two time walks in, a bag in their arms. They place it on their bed, opening it up.
“If we are going to be inconspicuous, we need to appear typical, but anonymous.” They grab a few clothes from the bag, typical hoodies, scarves, that kind of thing. “No offence, but wearing a tuxedo may make you stand out a bit,” they told Chance, handing him a hoodie. He gave elliot a similar one, then went to change in the bathroom. As chance puts it on, so does elliot. Chance fills up a tote bag with everything he needs. A gun, of course. Bullets, duh. What else do you need for an assassination? He threw a random shirt in, and a book, so no-one would see the weapon. Two time walked out of the bathroom, wearing a sweater with… the spawn symbol?
“Hey two time,” Chance asked.” where d’you keep on getting all that spawn merch?”
“ The spawn blesses everybody who comes upon them,” two time smiled. As if that explained anything.
“Well guys, are we ready to go?” asks Chance. Everyone nods. The trio goes down to the lobby and signs out of the hotel. As they get into the van, and electric buzz of excitement flows through Chance's veins.

Notes:

write hawk tuah in the comments for another part. i think i got too carried away with all the paycheck.

Chapter 4: part 4

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Chapter Text

The car ride to Utah Valley University was about thirty minutes long. Every one was arguing about what music to put on, so two time had graciously offered up a hymn CD. After playing it for about ten seconds, Chance had the bright idea to put on the radio, then everyone was happy.
Once they got to the parking lot, and stepped out, they could barely move. The place was crowded with people in red hats and slogan t-shirts. A few minutes of navigating to the place where Charlie was speaking, and they were in position to shoot.
Two time and Elliot were blocking anyone from seeing chance, who was reloading their gun. If anyone saw, the trio would be cooked. Once the gun was ready (one bullet and wayyyy too much gunpowder), chance put it in his pocket. Again he felt the nervous buzz of excitement building up in his chest.
“Alright guys,” he said. “When I do it everyone will run. We try to stick together.”
The other two nodded.
“Now?” asked two time, as they took a deep breath. Chance only nodded.
In a one swift movement, chance pulled the gun out and pressed the trigger. The sound of the shot rang out through the campus. Chance had hit their target right in the neck. Panic erupted in the crowd. Elliot grabbed chance’s hand with one of his, and two time’s with the other. The trio was running as fast as they could.
By the time they had gotten to the car, the parking lot was full of people trying to drive away. Chance hammered on the horn a few times, like that would do anything.
“Hold on guys!” chance said. they put their foot on the gas, driving over the curb and into the road. The car was shaking, and two time was holding on for dear life. Elliot looked like he was in shock.
“W-well,” two time said quickly “the spawn will be grateful for our service.”
Chance nodded. “we got charlie’s ass!”
“Good job chance.” said elliot.

Notes:

is it peak or is it peak? im thinking of posting a paycheck fic with chunks of this not anonymously, cuz this was fun to write. also i wrote this in class, lets hope the teacher doesnt see

Chapter 5

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Chapter Text

“Good job chance.” said elliot.
It was then that the trio realised that they hadn't made any plans about where to go after. Like, at all.
“So.. what do we do now?” asked two time, running their fingers through their hair.
“Uhhh…” chance squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating.
“Open your eyes! You’re behind the wheel dumbass!” elliot shouted.
“Y-yeah. Sorry.” chance said. Eillot just shook his head.
“I have an idea!” chance said. “Let's go to Vegas!” He knows that place is known for it’s casinos, so that could be fun.
Two time and Elliot exchanged a glance.
“No offence meant, my dear gambler, but we know you just want to gamble. Would now really be the best time for a vacation?” two time said.
Chance groaned. “Please guys? It’ll be fun…”
Elliot nodded. “That's like… what?” elliot said, checking his phone.
“Oh wow! It's actually only like five hours!”
Chance grinned one of his signature grins. “That's easy. We could be there before seven o'clock. Find a cheap motel, get dinner, experience the night life.”
“By night life you mean poker,” Elliot said under his breath.
“So what if I do?”
“Y’know what? Fine.”
Six hours of driving later, after too many snack stops, bathroom breaks, and albums of two time’s shitty cult hymn music, they were in vegas. It took a bit of looking to find a place to sleep, but they found one. It was a small motel,with a 3.5 star rating. Only two beds, (chance grinned inwardly) and paper thin walls. It’d work though.
“So guys, whadda you wanna eat?” asked Chance. Two time was scrolling through their phone, on door dash or uber eats or something looking at different foods.
“What is this ‘shrimp cock tail’?” They asked reluctantly.
“Those are great,” answered Chance. “Get three.”
“You should get some burgers. Those are normal.” Elliot said.
“Where’s the fun in that?” asked Chance, pouting jokingly.
Two time put their phone away. “Food has been ordered, my friends.”

Notes:

short again but oh well. I will keep updating this! also working on another fic.

Its just paycheck fluff and ill try to make new chapters every night.
https://archiveofourown.info/works/71139106/chapters/185058106

Also! Ao3 author curse rapture happened lmao 😹😹 im writing ts from heaven cause they have ao3 here.

Notes:

no hate please.
there will be short chapters. comment hawk tuah for more parts