The Mind Electric (A Chester X Parker fic)

Chapter 24: Model Buses

A quick trip to the grocery store can really solve a lot of problems.

Parker slapped the bags of meat on the kitchen table, looking proud as ever.

"So I guess all we gotta do now is like...squeeze the blood out?" Parker questions, turning to Chester's already grossed out face.

"Uhhh.....yes? Could you...do it for me?" Chester faintly smiles.

"Dude, no. I literally used my OWN money to buy this stuff. If anyone is going to touch that raw meat, it's YOU." Parker huffs, staring Chester dead in his baby blue eyes.

"...Fine." Chester sighs, breaking eye contact to go grab a towel from behind him.

"Your also not getting that towel soaked in blood either, dude." Parker mumbles.

"God, give me a break! I'm only unwrapping it!" Chester snaps, pushing Parker away from him.

"Alright...I was just checking."

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Later on, Chester retrieved the largest cup he could find in the house, along with a pair of gloves. There was no way in hell he was actually going to squeeze that with his bare hands.

"Dude, your such a wimp. You can fight off a million demons, but god forbid you touch raw meat without any gloves." Parker laughs.

"I don't wanna get salmonella, man! Jeez, you know absolutely NOTHING about health safety!" Chester groans, bringing the meat up to the cup.

"Bro, you can always just wash your hands after!" He argues, watching as Chester squeezes the non existent life from the meat.

"And risk getting that stuff on OTHER things??? Are you crazy?!"

Parker just sighs, laying his head down on the kitchen table. "Didn't know you were so paranoid about this stuff..."

"I'm not being paranoid, Parker! I'm just being safe!" Chester huffs, watching as the blood juices fill the cup up.

"You look like an absolute psychopath right now." Parker mumbles, lifting his head back up a tad.

"I don't want anything to do with your blood kink anymore, you suck." Chester hums, smirking.

"HEY, THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME!" Parker yells, embarrassment quickly consuming him.

"Oh yeah? So why don't you tell me about your little thought process when you suggested getting ACTUAL HUMAN BLOOD from the dark web?" Chester snarls, squeezing the last of the blood from the meat out.

"I just wanted to help!" Parker practically wines, a small smile forming on his face.

"Pfff, yeah, right." Chester sighs, finally putting the meat down. That poor meat looked absolutely massacred.

Chester just stares at the blood filled cup for a second, most likely rethinking a bunch of his previous life choices.

Then he looks back up at Parker, who seemed to be staring at the cup as well.
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"Do you have a thing for psychopaths or something?" Chester suddenly asks, watching Parker's eyes dart up at him.

"What? No, of course not!" Parker huffs.

"Mhm, well you buying a crazy girlfriend on the dark web a few months back really says a lot about you now." Chester smiles, looking back down at the cup.

Parker's mouth was agape, like he was going to say something....but then was caught totally off guard.

Suddenly, Chester brings his gloved hands up to his face, holding out one finger.

Parker looks up at him again, raising an eyebrow.

Then, Chester proceeded to drag his bloody, gloved finger across his cheek, staring down at the table to avoid eye contact.

He couldn't see it, but Parker's eyes were blown wide open, completely in awe to what he was witnessing.

Chester lowers his hand, feeling a trail of blood drip down from his cheek and onto the floor.

He looks back up at Parker with the most innocent eyes he could possibly pull off, holding back a laugh.

Parker's blown away expression didn't change, but his face was now a bit pinkish.

It was an expression that he hasn't seen from him in a while, that sudden feeling of want hit him like a truck going full speed on a highway.

Soon enough, his hand was about an inch away from his hair.
His mind was going crazy.

(Don't you do it. Don't you fucking do it, Chester. Don't you even. This is going to be stupid. Your gonna have animal blood in your hair if you do this. Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it-)

Chester glides the hand through his hair, contaminating it with blood.

Good fucking job.

Parker jolts up from his seat, slamming both of his hands down onto the table.

Chester is met with a dark, gloomy, glare of death from him. The glare you give to someone when they seriously fuck up.

Chester takes his hand away from his hair, removing the gloves and throwing them away.

"Erm....." He mumbles, backing away from Parker's insanity glare.

"I'm...gonna....go....take a...shower." Chester exhales, dashing off into the bathroom.

Ohhhh this was NOT looking good for him.