Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

He's with me (C! Smilecicle and Quackity)

TW- manipulation (C! Wilbur, so just watch out), ableism

The request for this chapter was: Hello there! I'm wondering if you can do one about C!Slimecicle (either him getting caught stimming or him having a meltdown in the Casino?)

Also, Charlie calling Quackity 'Duck' is a nickname.  I give nicknames to most of my friends, cause that way when my speech isn't as good, it's easier to say. Just self-projecting that in this story a little haha. Plus nicknames are always fun!

Charlie's POV:

I was walking in Las Nevadas. The day was hot but every day was hot. We were in Las Nevadas after all! Duck told me that Las Nevadas is in a desert which means it doesn't rain and is hot there all the time. Duck has told me lots of things that are new to me. But I like learning new things. New things are what makes life interesting. Scary sure, but interesting nonetheless.

I was walking up and down the road in the Las Nevadas. It's my favourite thing to do. I bound up and down, bouncing in each of my steps and listen to all the sounds. I take my little tie thing -Duck told me the name of it one time, but I forgot it, and then I forgot to ask again- and I put it round my head like a bandana. It stops my hair sticking to my forehead with all the sweat. And so as I walked up and down, I listened to the scratching of my shoes up and down the tarmac, the hum the air always seemed to have to it in the heat and the sound of footsteps? There normally weren't any footsteps that weren't mine.

"Slime!" It was Wilbur.

"Wilbur, from L'manburg!" I continued walking back and forth as I talked to Wilbur.

"Hey Charlie." It was a Tommy, he seemed sad. So I decided to be happy, and maybe that would make him less sad.

"Hello Tommy from l'manburg."

"I'm not from l'manburg Charlie." He seemed even sadder when he said it.

"Where are you from Tommy?" I stopped, looking longingly at Tommy. Duck always taught me that Tommy was Wilbur's Vice President when they ran for L'manburg president but they lost.

"I'm not really from anywhere."

"Everyone has a home Tommy! Everyone has a place they belong!"

"Not me Charlie."

"Tommy from Logstedshire!" I replied happily.

"NO!" I clamped both hands over my ears and looked down at the floor. "Sorry Charlie, it's okay. I just don't have happy memories from there."

"It's okay." I replied quietly. I walked up to him, standing close and hugging him. I liked Tommy's hugs, he gave good hugs, very emotional hugs. "Tommy from his home. Please let me know when you find it. I'd like to come visit." I felt tears on my head and Tommy squeeze me even tighter.

"Hey Charlie, when I find my home, you can come live with me."

"Can I?"

"You'd have to ask Quackity, but I'd love you to."

"I'll go ask Duck now." I pulled away from the hug and went to run back down the road.

"Slime, not so fast!" It was Wilbur from l'manburg. He scared me sometimes. Because he would change from being nice to being scary. 

"Yes?" I asked timidly, turning around but not going any closer to him.

"Come here Slime. I'd like to talk to you." He gestured me over with a single finger. I walked up, drifting close to where Tommy was stood. Tommy was my friend. Wilbur was a mystery to me. I didn't even know if Duck trusted him. "Tommy you can go back to the burger van, I don't need you anymore."