Falice one shoots, Falice AUs, Falice crossover

She named him Charles.

What if Charles Smith would have got the chance to introduce himself at the doorsteps on Elm street a few years ago. (Several chapters are planned.)

This one got a little short:
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It was a wonderful sunny autumn afternoon in November. Colorful leaves danced unflustered up and down the streets and sidewalks with the help of light wind waves.

With the exception of the young man who was fixing his helmet on the steering wheel of his motorcycle, Elm Street was almost deserted at this time of day. His hand swirled through his blond, full hair with a quick movement to straighten his hairstyle. Then he adjusted the waistband of his leather jacket and looked up the doorsteps to the red doorf of the house he was standing in front of. He had dark circles around his eyes, looked tired but restless. It was obvious that he lacked of necessary sleep. He took out a note from his pocket and checked once more the address he had written down: 111 Elm Street, Riverdale

Realizing he was at the right place he closed his eyes, clamped his forefinger and thumb tightly around his nasal bone and took a deep breath to calm down. The fear that accompanied him since the beginning of his journey however he couldn't shake off.

He climbed the stairs, pausing for a moment before announcing his appearance with an energetic knock on the red wooden door.

The door was opened with a lot of momentum a little later as a woman in a pastel-colored suit stood opposite him. Her blonde shoulder-length hair was shining silky through the fine sunlight, the deep blue of her eyes hypnotized his gaze right away. Her look turned in an impatient expression when the young man stared at her in silence for a few seconds.

„And ....? What is it?"

He opened his mouth, ready to anwer but his voice failed him and ended in a sigh.

„Hello? Still waiting for an answer. I have no time to waste, young man."

The lump in his throat didn't want to break loose. Panic rushed through his body.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes in annoyance. When she was about to slam the door in his face he plaqued these following words, unintentionally harsh, out:

„Are you Alice Coop.... I mean Smith? Are you Alice Smith?"

She turned abruptly back in his direction. „Who are you?" Her voice sounded anxious and trembling.