♱ You're So Creepy ♱ P.2

♱ You're so Creepy ♱ p.2

Zombie!Matt x Emo!Reader p.1

Z!Matt pic made by @so0thsayer ^^

╰┈➤ No pronouns, Reader mostly referred to as 'You', only 1 use of Y/N, emo is not mentioned in this part btw

Warnings: Description of a zombie, creepiness, lonely reader, not properly proof read

In your small town there was always a myth about monsters that roam the woods at night, monsters that were once alive… once human… but you know this is no myth…

The next few days everything scared you, even though you had convinced yourself that what you saw out your window wasn't real, the memory of looking death in the face still scared you. For days you couldn't sleep properly out of fear that the corpse would climb through your window in the middle of the night. You wouldn’t even go into the woods, always walking straight home after school and staying shut inside for the rest of the evening with the windows and curtains closed.

But because you haven't gone out to the tombstone in a while you've started to feel just as isolated as when you first got here, not talking to anyone, not leaving the house, lost in your own thoughts. The grave of the unknown person helped you, honestly it saved you. You could talk about whatever you wanted and it would listen, you miss it.

Recently you’ve been feeling a little better, less scared of everything around you, so you decided to be brave and go see your friend.

The slow walk through the dense woods was frightening, every rustle or crunch would make you yelp, scared that the monster boy from your nightmares would jump out and eat your brains. Eventually you recognised the trees and surroundings as the ones close to the rock and you started to get excited at the thought of being able to talk to it once more and apologising for neglecting it the past few weeks but quickly, you stop dead in your tracks.

There is a young boy standing in front of the grave, slouched and hunched over like a sluggish dying body, he looks a sickly green colour and his matted, shaggy hair falls over his face. His clothes are like dirty old rags and they hang off his body in a lifeless way. You almost ask if he's ok until you notice the gigantic hole in front of the tombstone and the amount of dirt on the boy’s hands.

Suddenly you came to the frightening realisation that what you saw outside your window that night wasn’t all in your head, it was real. And so are the stories of monsters and beasts in the forest, because you met one.

You let out a shocked gasp and your hand flies over your mouth in an attempt to hide from the corpse of a man in front of you but his head slowly drags over to your direction, his dark and frightening eyes landing on your frozen pose. It is only now that you really get a good look at him, his features are sharp and shrunken but there is something curious and inviting in the way he looks at you. There is a stitch that runs from the middle of his cheek to the middle of his nose and his mouth is open like he is about to say something but the words won't come out.

You slowly lower your hands from your mouth and shuffle forward ever so slightly, testing to see if he would jump at you and rip your face off. Thankfully he didn't, he actually flinched away from you. “Oh- no don’t worry… I wont hurt you.” You mumble in response to his fear. At your words he relaxes his shoulders (not like they weren't already slouched) and you inch closer to him, studying his rotten features; the dark bags under his eyes, somehow his lips and eyelids are both blue and pink making him look both alive and dead. You stop in front of him as he stares at you with his prominent blue eyes, not being able to fully read his emotions.

“Is- is this your grave?” You ask, glancing down at the hole and then back up at him. His head slowly nods in a way that looks like it's about to fall off and grunts, deep from the back of his throat. The corner of your lips start to quirk up in a smile realising the wish you made that night accidentally became true.

At an agonisingly slow pace you and the decrepit boy walk back to your house in silence, too scared and in shock to say anything while you drag him along by the forearm, helping him not trip over on branches or rocks along the path. When you arrive outside your house you’re extremely cautious as to not let anyone see him while you open your bedroom window and help him get in before he lands on the ground with a loud thud, thank the lord your parents aren’t home.

You climb in the window after him and help him up off the ground by his arm, being careful with it as you're scared you're gonna rip it off or something. As he stands in front of you with his slouched posture, staring at you intensely, you feel like you should be waking up from a dream any moment now and your eyes will open to the bright, warm sunlight coming through your bedroom window, shining directly on your bed in a soft, comforting way. But you never wake up. There really, truly, is a zombie in your room, staring at you like he either wants to rip off your face or kiss you.

While you are stuck in your thoughts the corpse's hand slowly lifts up and he raises a finger that falls to the top of your chest, tapping a little before he gets out a low grunt. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you stare at him, trying to figure out what he is doing or asking. In an almost frustrated tone he grunts again, this time louder and he nods his head towards you. “M-Me?” He slightly nods a little and taps your chest, trying to convey something without words like a game of charades.

“Mmmame” The boy spurts out in an unintelligible way. “Mm- my- my name?” You say pointing to yourself slightly and he nods, seeming happy you finally understood what he wanted. “I’m Y/N… uhm- what’s your name?” You hesitantly ask, not sure if he remembers or could even say it if he did. Slowly he brings the finger on your chest up to his and his mouth hangs open slightly while he groans. “Mmmatt…” He mumbles in a way that seems like it took a lot of effort as he sighs after and his hand falls back down to his side. “Matt? Your name is Matt?” You question and he once again nods in response with a croaky groan falling from his limp lips. You slightly smile at him and feel heat slowly rise on your cheeks as your head tilts curiously while you look at him, you like the name, you think it suits him in a weird sort of way.

Divider by @sister-lucifer ^^

A/N: this one is a little longer but i hope u enjoy also sorry for the lack of romance so far jajaja😭

zombie!matt’s & zombie!triplets lore

(based on this and this)

warnings - violence, blood/gore, SO MUCH angst, death, dirty jokes ig?, braindead matt, silly goofy zombies :3

a/n - this might be the best thing i’ve ever written also i cried writing this

Ok Sorry I’m Late To Finding You 😔 I Love Zombie Matt But Is There Lore I Need To Know? Any Physical

matt sturniolo was a normal kid like everyone else; grew up in a loving home with both parents, three brothers, and an adorable dog

him and his brothers had always shared a love of documenting their life & making memories together, which is what sparked their youtube uprising

moving to LA was the thing that stopped their lucky streak; the event that lead to their death.

all three brothers were found dead on a friday afternoon in a horrific car crash, their bodies fractured in ways that shouldn’t be humanly possible, like ragdolls.

their bodies were thankfully repaired (mostly) during the autopsy at the morgue.

their death was a tragic accident that took a toll on their fans and all of the internet.

years later, people seemed to forget about the three boys that died in a crash.

their bodies should’ve been well decomposed by now, but surprisingly, they weren’t.

it seemed as if a mutation had kept them from rotting at the speed of any other body; a mutation found only in triplets.

an up and coming biologist who was making his name known in the state of california, corey myers, had been doing research on the dna of twins and triplets; there was definitely something off about them.

in the dead of night, corey called up a close friend; a forensic pathologist who could get him connections in order to dig up the bodies of identical triplets to test his theory.

despite his friends protests against being called at 4:00 AM, he managed to get corey in contact with a grave digger and got the legal rights from the government and the triplets’ parents.

the bodies were deported to a morgue that dr. myers had rented out for experimentation.

when he walked into the room, he knew his theory was correct.

the boys were in a condition that just didn’t make sense for three men who have been dead for 6 years. they decomposed in the slightest; their skin drained of all color, their lips cracked and white, a pale red and purple tint around their eyelids. their cheeks were pretty badly hollowed out and their eyes were slightly sunken in.

but they looked like men who had been dead for a week, not 6 years.

corey’s mind was boggled, his skin crawling with goosebumps and anticipation of experiments.

he put on his gloves and lab coat, not wasting time to get to work.

he injected each of the boys with a needle, a fluid that would mix with their ‘blood’, or whatever fluid was inside of them in order to reactivate their cells for experiment.

took a sample of each of their cells, putting all three on separate petri dishes and isolating them.

he observed the cellular structures under a microscope, taking notes in his notepad every now and then.

but he was unaware that he had just made a huge mistake, or rather, an amazing one.

the fluid he’d injected into each boys’ body was a synthetic compound to reactivate dormant cells for observation. it spread through their bodies like wildfire, setting every dead cell in their body back into full swing.

each deathly pale limb slowly grew its potential energy back as their cells reactived. soon, their blood was back in flow… and then their heartbeats.

corey was too involved in his careful observations to notice that each boy was showing signs of life; nicks foot slightly jerked, chris’ closed eye twitched, and matt’s fingers were starting to move.

chris was the first to stir, sitting up and jolting awake, looking horrified at the sight around him. he looked down at his bottom half, uncomfortably shifting once he realized he was naked and covered by nothing but a black tarp, as were his brothers.

was this happening?? the last thing he had remembered was the excruciating pain of his limbs being torn apart and fracturing as two cars collided, the tears in his eyes as he watched his brothers go down with him, the feeling of his neck snapping, the feeling of his body going limp and his vision going black.

he didn’t think he’d wake up here, or at all. he had no estimated time frame that they’d been dead for; he couldn’t think about that. all he could think was

‘how the fuck am i alive?’

he let out a shaky breath and turned to the side as he saw nick rising next to him. being in the backseat, he was the least affected by the crash out of the three. he didn’t have all the stitches that chris and matt did; all the shattered bones and injuries, no, he had the most mental trauma.

he remembered being alive for a few minutes longer than the two as blood poured from his nose and head.

“MATT!” he shouted in a string of broken, pained sobs, using any strength he had to lean forward and shake his brothers

“CHRIS!” he shouted right after, tears pouring down his cheeks. his head was pounding and leaking blood from a wound, he knew he didn’t have much longer left.

he sobbed, trying to shake both of them awake. his eyes drifted to their snapped and contorted limbs, letting out a louder cry in horror. no persons limbs should look that way. nobody’s arms and legs should bend like a kids toy. especially not the two people he cared about more than anything in the world.

he sat back in defeat against the backseat, which was scattered in broken glass, his eyes pouring with tears.

he was tired. so so tired. he knew he had a concussion from the head trauma, but he had nothing to live for now. he let sleep overtake him, his world going black as he was absorbed by the cold world of death

he could’ve cried right then and there as he thought about that day. he wondered why he wasn’t still in that car. was he in a coma? who knew.

chris and nick locked eyes, an emotional reconnection after they thought they’d never see each other again.

but their thoughts were interrupted by matt’s awakening. the boy jolted awake. he opened his eyes, discovering he only had one after the crash, but he didn’t care at all.

having the most brain damage out of everyone, he was the most zombielike, and the most animalistic.

his eye(s?) locked on corey. and that’s when he finally turned around.

the mans heard nearly stopped. he stood there, speechless, his blood running cold. nick gave a half sympathetic smile and began to speak up.

“were we like- in a coma..?” he questioned, shocking himself and the other two brothers that he could actually speak.

but the person who he shocked the most was corey, who couldn’t answer.

before corey could answer, matt lunged at him. the adrenaline rush of rising from the dead, mixed with the aggression of being a zombie, and the chemicals that were used on him caused a newfound strength, and matt took the man out in seconds.

he wrapped a bicep around corey’s neck, pushing him against the wall and easily snapping his neck, bashing his head repeatedly just because of his new primal instincts.

“matt, what the fuck?!” chris shouted, both brothers watching in terror.

nick got up to pull him off of the man and to scold his brother, “he didn’t do anything to you, you crazy fuck!”

“ngh..” matt answered sluggishly in response “n-..need.. to- kill..” he groaned.

both of his brothers scolded him

“you’re not fucking killing anyone else!” nick shouted.

“what the hell is wrong with you?!” chris chimed in.

nick looked at the two pale boys, their purple tinted eyebags and crusty lips, the stitches all over their skin and matt’s missing eye.. and it dawned on him.

“oh my god!” he stepped away from matt and covered his mouth

“what??” chris immediately asked, even matt gave him an inquisitive look and a grunt.

“we’re fucking zombies.”

“no we’re not,” chris immediately retorted, “we were probably in a coma or something.”

nick scoffed, giving his brother an incredulous glare, “if we were in a coma, we wouldn’t be naked in a fucking morgue! we wouldn’t be this goddamn pale and sick looking!”

chris took a minute to analyze nick’s words, looking at his own body and then theirs.

“sh-shit.. so maybe we are..” chris gulped, matt letting out a groan of acknowledgment.

“we need to get out of here. and i swear to god matt, i’ll kill you again if you get us charged with murder,” nick hissed.

“they can’t charge a dead person of murder,” chris noted in his still shocked state, following nick and matt to the door of the icy cold room.

“there’s gotta be a lost and found here..” nick sighed, looking around to see if there was any bin filled with clothes. matt let out a grunt as he followed behind slowly.

“dude, hurry the fuck up,” chris spat, yanking matt’s arm, which was met with an animal like growl, “ew..” chris muttered at the sound.

and thank god after a half hour of wandering uncomfortably, they ran into a room that was supplied with clothes the various bodies of the morgue wore before their autopsy.

they picked through the clothes, picking out whatever they felt would fit them best.

“i feel so weird wearing dead people’s clothes..” nick mumbled with a wince as he pulled a pair of jeans on.

“dude, you are dead,” chris retorted, met with a groan of acknowledgment from matt.

“stop lookin’ at my dick,” chris scoffed, forcing matt to turn around. the zombie grumbled.

“..ghh.. didn’t..”

“alright, we’re not fucking 11, cmon,” nick scolded, pulling the two boys out of the room once they had gotten dressed.

the morgue felt like a maze, each hallway leading to somewhere new. but eventually they found the exit, filing out one by one and scurrying off into the night.

they strolled down a sidewalk of a sketchy neighborhood, their eyes flitting around in case any danger lurked, trying to find a safe place of refuge.

and suddenly matt stopped in his tracks with a sharp grunt, his slow sluggish hand pointing at a sign.

2030 ELECTION. VOTE TODAY

the other two boys gaped at the sign, unable to fathom the horrifying reality.

“we’ve been dead for six years?” nick questioned breathlessly, his heart nearly stopping again.

“and who the fuck are these people running for president??”

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