Michael x Nica: The Love Stories

Author's Note: Reminder: Chucky is still human. He hasn't transferred his soul yet.  Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ Lonnie didn’t appear at the tea house the next day or the day after.  Michael assumed the boy had finally taken his advice and returned to school. Good. He belonged in school, not a tea house. When a week passed, Michael wondered what had happened to the boy.  “Ask his mother,” Annie suggested when he brought up the subject of Lonnie at dinner.  Michael shook his head. “I don’t know her, and her family is not my business.” He reached out and laid a hand on his wife’s pregnant belly. He smiled as their child chose that moment to kick. However, he couldn’t stop thinking as he rolled dango the next morning what he would do if his own child became distant. “Move over.” Lonnie. Pulling up a chair to the counter...

Warning: The following contains: suggestive dialogue. Reader discretion is advised. Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ On the walk home that evening, Lonnie didn’t chatter the entire time and Michael knew why. “How much did Loomis-sensei tell you about me?” Lonnie sighed in exasperation. “You are one selfish jerk.” “Excuse me?” Michael asked. “You think everyone talks about you.” “They don’t?” “Nope,” Lonnie said. “In fact, my mom didn’t even know who you were when I told her about you. She thought the tea house was permanently shuttered.” “Obviously, she’s wrong.” “I told her you and Annie reopened it. Then she asked if Annie was working while she was pregnant.”  “She would be if the doctor would let her,” Michael said. “Then Mom asked what Annie was going to do after the baby arrived, as far as running the tea house is concerned.” “She’...

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ “Let me be your assistant.” A month had passed and Lonnie still ditched school every weekday to spend time in the tea house “helping” Michael. Yes, actually helping and not harassing customers or Michael himself.  Michael expected this latest request. In fact, Annie had forewarned him. “Lonnie’s from a large family—mom, no dad, three brothers and two sisters. Lonnie’s the youngest. He gets lonely, so once he latches on to you, he’s yours until you dump him on someone else. Ask Laurie if you don’t believe me. He followed her around for months before you showed up and piqued his interest.” “No,” Michael answered. “What?! Why not?” Lonnie followed Michael out of the kitchen and into the dining room.  “You’re too short.” Michael approached the table where a man in a tan traveling cloak waited. “You’re t...

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ As promised, the boy stood outside the tea house the next morning when Michael arrived for work. “Lonnie.” He used the name Annie had provided for him. “Lonnie is a little shit,” she informed him during dinner. “I babysat him a couple of times when I was still in school. Just threaten to tell his mom he’s skipping school and he’ll leave you alone, guaranteed. He’s terrified of his mother.” Annie frowned and rubbed her pregnant belly. “In fact, so am I. She’s a yeller.” The boy appeared surprised by the name drop then scowled at him. “Mister Elam to you. Only my mom calls me Lonnie.” “Speaking of your mother,” Michael said. “I should tell her where you are in case she goes to the school and doesn’t find you there.” “She won’t. She doesn’t care about me.” The boy scuffed the ground with the toe of his sandal. ...

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ The boy stood beside him, sulking, as he closed up the tea house for the day.  “Stop sulking,” Michael told him. The boy continued to sulk.  He had sulked through the lunch hour. He had sulked when Michael made him sit down in the kitchen and eat a bowl of rice and some fish.  “Your growling stomach is disturbing the customers,” Michael said and handed the sulking boy a pair of chopsticks. “I assume your mother taught you how to use chopsticks.” The boy scowled and demonstrated he did in fact know how to use chopsticks. Michael was impressed. Between customers, he made sure the boy ate lunch and washed his dirty dishes before allowing him to leave the kitchen. The work day was over now so Michael could finally send the boy home. “Where do you live?” Michael asked him. The boy averted his head. ...

Warning: The following contains suggestive dialogue. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: Ojo-samas is for young ladies. Obaa-san is for older women or a grandmother. Ojii-san is for older men or a grandfather. The older woman Michael calls obaa-san was Mrs. Blankenship from "Halloween 6", but I dropped that and just used a regular elderly lady. Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ "Ojo-samas.” Michael placed mugs of steaming tea in front of his two customers followed by individual plates of dango. The ladies giggled. Judging by their ages, they couldn’t be twenty-one yet.  Michael bowed to them before returning to the kitchen. “Girls really like you.” The boy stood on a chair drying dishes. “Get out of the kitchen,” Michael ordered. “Are you married? My mom says you have a wife and a baby.” The boy finished his self-...