Chris

Chris was a chill and laid back individual, wanting to take life at his own pace. He hardly was one to run into danger for the hell of it, due in part to his fragile body. Regardless, he despised more than anything being treated like he's fragile: He already got enough of that from his mom and to an extent, his siblings. He also had a heart for music, seeing it as a means to soothe the soul for both the listener and the player. Was also a pacifist who often kept or got his friend out of trouble when things were starting to get violent.

While he isn't around anymore, his presence still left an impact on many who knew of him, making sure he wasn't just some nobody who would be quickly forgotten when he died...

Chris was created by Primordial Soup, making him the 9th kid in the family. Due to what type of doll he was, he had to always be careful, as even too much force could cause him to break apart, and he always had to carry some kind of glue with him to repair himself on the fly. All to say, his mother often became a helicopter parent, overly concerned about her son's antics and how much damage he incurred. Frankly, it annoyed him more than anything, how he was restricted from playing rough with the other boys because "You'll break". In some bid to find some hobby his mother wouldn't bitch at him for, he picked out an acoustic guitar and practiced that, letting music release his pent up frustrations on how he had to treat himself as if he were made of glass. 

His first interactions with the Mafia Don's nephew weren't exactly ones that'd signal the start of a friendship. Chris was often creeped out by Metranome and how he treated some of his more sadistic actions like nothing but child's play. And often times, Chris told Met off for acting as such. But, come high school, both found themselves social outcasts, and both had something they could connect with: Their love of music. So despite their less than stellar early interactions, the two started talking more, and both ended up befriending each other. It was a friendship that lasted well into adulthood, as when Met got married, Chris attended the wedding as his best man.

However, things came to a head when The Devil's Advocates, the mob left to Met by his uncle, collapsed, leaving Met a wanted man. He came to Chris, seeking some form of shelter after everything quite literally caved in on him. Chris let him in, giving him a place for a while. Soon, the police showed up, and Chris told Met to run or hide, just get out of there while he could. When the police knocked on the door, he answered, informing them that Met already left a long time ago. One of the cops didn't buy it, and kept pressing Chris, demanding to know where Met was. Tensions escalated until said cop pulled his gun and shot Chris, shattering his "heart" (which was located to the right of his head, by his eye) and killing him. The police left after that, in chaos over the incident.

When Met returned, he found Chris's body lying by the front door: his face completely shattered. Try as Met had to fix him up, nothing worked: He was dead. A funeral was held a few days later: A funeral Met sadly couldn't attend openly, as he was a wanted man and no doubt, people would blame him for Chris's death. It's rumored that Met still visits that grave often...