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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Never Satisfied [Chapter 10]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

A Collaboration between Vy & Ashens

“i can see the sunrise in your eyes“

It must have been around 2 or 3 AM when they had finally fallen asleep. Corpse, much to his own surprise, didn’t find himself repeatedly checking the time on his phone like he usually does. Instead, he spent every moment talking with Cora in hushed whispers, little giggles passing between them and exchanging soft ghosts of a kiss every once in a while. He wasn’t sure who fell asleep first - they both felt their eyes go heavy and their mumbles faded into silence, the exact moment blurring in his mind. He, however, was the one to wake up first, his usual sleeping pattern taking form as per usual, not allowing him long slumber if any at all. When his eyes fluttered open, he felt a weight on his chest and was briefly concerned he had woken up into a bad day of anxiety. Instead, he found himself cradling a smaller figure to his chest, arm looped around her lower back as she slept peacefully. His delicate touch combed her hair out of her face, not wanting to wake her up before she was ready to face the day on her own accord. It was one thing to see the peace in her face while she slept on his lap. But here? With her cradled in the crook of his arm, asleep on his chest?

He could have sworn his heart ached with joy.

This can’t be real.

But it is, even if it wasn’t, he would be prepared to accept this reality as his real one. Because here, in this new reality they’ve created together, he feels something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He feels happy. Truly and utterly happy.

He brushes his thumb across her cheek, eyes half lidded as he watches her content smile become more prominent with each passing second. As gentle and calm as he tried to be, it isn’t long before Cora’s voice startles him from his trance, still not quite yet aware of his affectionate gaze.

“You’re staring…” She murmurs so faintly he almost misses it.

“Sorry…” He replies with a mumble, drawing his hand away as a blush creeps to his cheeks. Before it could get far, she reaches out and takes hold of it, tucking it back in its previous spot as she snuggles closer into his chest.

“Mm...time is it?” She whispers, smiling softly as she rubs her nose against his knuckles.

He sighs softly, looking up to the ceiling. It takes him a moment but he soon realizes they;ve found themselves in a deja vu similar position.

“...I can’t tell, you’ve taken me hostage again.” He whispers into her hair, smirking against the bird’s nest it had turned into as she slept.

She shifts a little, winding her ankle around his. “Guess it doesn’t matter then. Time is just a social construct anyway, right?” She replies, sighing happily, evidently ready to doze off once more.

Corpse, whether he likes it or not, comes to terms with the fact that he isn’t going to be moving anytime soon yet again and lets his own eyes flutter closed, keeping Cora closely cuddled up against his side. She’s warm, the blanket draped over them leaving him in a cocoon of comfortable coziness.

“Guess not…” He whispers, kissing the top of her head before sinking back into sleep along with her.

A couple hours pass. In that time Corpse has gone from having Cora tucked up against his chest to having her tightly wrapped up in his arms, face pressed into his shoulder. She has looped one arm over his waist and the other under his neck, legs tangled together as he murmurs into her hair.

He has to admit, as he feels the grogginess of having just woken up start to leave him, this is one of the best nights of sleep he’s gotten in a long while. Maybe it’s because of the warm body next to him, or maybe it’s because he finally feels safe enough with someone beside him. He doesn’t think that he could really explain it to anyone, but having another person there was more than he needed.

Black curls shuffle against the pillows as he tucks her in closer which initially would seem impossible considering their bodies are already flush against one another. Cora shifts and stretches in his hold before squeaking. It was one of those good stretches, the ones that made your body shiver with delight. She rolls away from him, briefly leaving him with a twinge of emptiness in his chest but it’s quickly extinguished when she rubs her face and reaches out to pat his chest.

“You slept well, Hades?” She sounds groggy, the slumber as hard as a rock having rasped her voice a tiny bit. She tilts her head to look at him, eyes lidded with a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. It’s a beautiful sight he finds himself so entranced by, that his own lips quirk a little before he leans forward to touch his forehead to hers for a moment. That’s good enough for him, the feeling it provokes in his chest much alike the one that blossoms when their lips touch.

She runs her hand through his dark curls and forces herself to sit up, his shirt hanging off one of her shoulders as she blinks sleepily. Corpse is in no rush himself, choosing to lay there and continue observing her, taking in the elements that compile her beauty: hair messily tousled following the long night’s slumber; how his shirt looks on her, like it always belonged there to begin with, like he’d done it injustice by wearing it himself. He could keep going but when she looks over her shoulder and catches him staring he looks away, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

She grins and ruffles her hair to help undo the knots that have formed before scrunching her face at him. “You gonna lie in bed all day? Or are we going to get breakfast?”

He smiles and shifts so he too can sit up, legs hanging off the bed as his palms roughly rub his face. Once he’s sure he got the crud out of his eyes, he stretches his arms high above his head and arches his back before sighing. “It’s too early for you to be this awake.” He grumbles, rolling his shoulder to reawaken it after having been used as a pillow for so long.

She snorts and looks at her phone before lifting her brow and showing the screen to him, “Dude, it’s almost 11 AM.”

“Yeah. Too early.” He grins, his smile softening and he moves to stand up, wincing a little at the sudden discomfort in his neck and shoulders. Must’ve slept funny, he thinks to himself, fucking nerves. Subtly rubbing his joints so Cora doesn’t notice, he glances down at his carpet and nudged the pair of socks he’d been trying to force on her feet out of his way. “What do you think about grabbing brunch since it’s too late for breakfast now?”

“Brunch, huh? Are we fancy now, or what?” She teases, grabbing her clothes from where she’d tossed them on the floor. She wanders out of the room and makes her way to his bathroom and this time, she shuts the door.

While she’s inside, Corpse changes into his usual attire: black jeans and a simple black shirt, accessorizing with his go-to chains before stuffing a mask into his pocket and yanking on his favorite hoodie. Cora returns from the bathroom a moment later, her hair looking like it had been combed through with her fingers before getting pulled back up into a messy bun. Watching her carry his clothes with care made his heart flutter in a way he has never experienced before. She has folded them neatly and is now offering them back to him as though they were a holy item.

“Thanks for letting me borrow these. Maybe next time I come over I’ll bring my own pajamas.” She says with a beaming smile, one he returns without missing a beat.

Taking the clothes, he looks around as if he isn’t sure where to put them. A moment later, he decides the foot of his bed would be good enough at the moment.

His gaze travels down to the floor and he stutters a little as he says: “I-..um…I’m gonna….go piss.” He motions at the bathroom timidly as if he’s expecting her to be taken aback by the fact that he has bodily functions he needs to get taken care of..

Accordingly and casually, she shrugs and laughs before jokingly patting him on the head, pushing up on her tiptoes to do so, “Go for it Cujo, unless you plan on going into the back yard, then I’ll have to hook a leash on ya.”

His face flushes a deep red and he shuffles away and into the solace and privacy of his bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. She was just joking. She was just joking. Fuck me she was JOKING, he swears and scolds himself, a hand threaded deep into his mop of curls as he exhales deeply. Turning back to face the door, he locks it and begins his usual morning routine.

With that said and done, he steps back out in the hallway in a matter of fifteen minutes. Glancing to the right, he sees that Cora hadn’t gone back to his room. Moving further down the hall he catches a glimpse of her sprawled out on the couch with her legs over the armrest, tapping away on her phone while lazily kicking her feet.

When he emerges from the hall, entering her view point, she lets the phone drop to her chest and smiles. “Ready to get some grub?” She hooks her knees over the edge of the sofa like it was a set of monkey bars and reaches down to grab the edge with her fingertips and heaves herself up into a sitting position, looking up at him.

Damn that was some impressive core strength

Corpse hesitates, but before he could say or do anything, she reaches up and loops his chain around her fingers, pulling him down for a soft tender little kiss. His hands flex, gripping at nothing, hanging awkwardly at his side for a second before moving up as if he’s going to place them on her shoulders or cup her face but immediately drops them instead. What the FUCK am I supposed to do with my hands!? Before he could figure that out, she breaks away and hops up onto her feet, fingers still curled in his chain, the entanglement allowing her to pull him along behind her as she walks out of the room. “How does Waffle House sound?” She asks, sparing him a brief glance over the shoulder without letting her walking pace falter.

He follows like a lovesick puppy, lips still tingling from her kiss, creating a sensation he’s far too focused on to coherently reply so he finds himself nodding in response as he mutters a small, uncertain: “Y-yeah.”

Equipping his shoes, wallet and eyepatch, he throws on the hood of his hoodie and gives the curls that stick out from underneath it only a brief thought before he looks over at Cora who’s already pulled her shoes on. He catches himself as his gaze travels up the length of her legs, stopping at the short black shorts clinging to her upper thighs. She has omitted the fishnets she’d worn the night before, choosing to shove them in her hoodie pocket, but has left the suspenders to still hang around her thighs.

“Ready?” She asks with a bounce to her stance, smiling widely like an overly-excited child.

He nods, opening the door for her and following her out.

@vixenl @annshit @wineandionysus @wiseflamingoqueen

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lyre-akuma · 2 years

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[Corpse Husband x OC]Time will finally heal -Chapter 2-

Jaccob: Babe?

Jaccob: Where r u?

Jaccob: Your parents and I are looking for you... Where did you go?

Jaccob: R u in bad moods again? Come back home and we can go through together ok? :)

Jaccob: Let's just paint ok? You are my Muse you know? Don't go away :)

Jaccob: I will find you :)

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Penelope closed the door, and took a deep breath.

Just as just as she was talking to Corpse, her phone kept buzzing in her pocket. She didn't have to think about it to know that it was a message from the guy - the nightmare that had haunted her since she was twenty.

Penelope is a talented artitst. In the art world, her private life has always been a mystery, with all her works being released and auctioned on behalf of her family and boyfriend. Many people have wondered what kind of person Penelope really is, and her profile on the internet is as short as "22 year old female oil painting artist".

She is young, beautiful and wealthy. And that's also why she is a treasure for her family.

Penelope's childhood was tragic. After escaping from her family home, where her over-the-hill painter father had a drinking problem, she met Jaccob, who was at the height of his career when she first met him. He despises Penelope, he just wants her reputation and her huge fan base.

Fortunately, she managed to escape his clutches. She flew to America and arrived in this strange city.

She really wants to have a new life here, with nobody know her. It's a bit lonely, but she thinks she can stand that. She bought a new little gallery down the apartment, where she can paint whenever she wants and get some money as well.

Penelope tidied up her room, then washed up and got into bed. After a whole busy day, it's already deep late night. In the small bedroom, only a small wall lamp emits a faint light.

She tossed and turned in bed, the unfamiliar mattress, the unfamiliar ceiling, everything made it difficult for her to adjust. As much as she hated to admit it, she was beyond disgusted and dreaded the silence and darkness of the late night.

She simply sat up and stared blankly at a painting in the corner.There is only a sea on that painting. Penelope hated the it, but when she left, it was also the only one taken away.

SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO BE DROWN IN THAT SEA.

Penelope mumbled as she unconsciously wrapped her arms around herself.

That's why she hated silence. She struggled to act like a normal person, forcing herself to stay busy doing a lot of things, but when everything is done, again, she would feel her weakness and helplessness with unmistakable clarity.

And then, the silence was broken.

She heard a not-so-clear piece of music accompanied by the emotionally charged hiss of a man.

In the silence of the night, she was not the only one to vent her feelings. Wonderfully, she had a feeling of reassurance. It was as if two souls had met in their wanderings and touched each other's deepest pain.

Her mind wandered to the neighbour she had met in the evening.Despite the mask, Penelope could tell he had a clean face. What will be his story?

As the fuzzy music glowed, Penelope's thoughts drifted off to sleep.

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse fanfic #corpse husband fanfiction #corpse x oc #corpse husband x oc

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jaythenugget · 8 months

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in some distant universe my dragon age lavellan and astarion are kissing on the lips

#khiel go get that vampirussy #astarion thinks he can manipulate him but jokes on him khiel is aware and falling for it on purpose #hashtag icanfixhim #what if we kissed before cazador's rotting corpse and we were both elves #ex-druid x a bloodstained killer is real #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #dragon age #bg3 tav #dnd #astarion #bg3 astarion #oc art #dnd art

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saturncodedstarlette · 2 months

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[Before Lucifer got cast out of Heaven]

Angel!Y/N, just found out Lucifer and Lilith are together : You lied to me!

Angel!Y/N : You told me that I am your soulmate! Just get back to that other woman!

Angel!Lucifer : Don’t you understand? You’re the other woman.

Angel!Y/N : No no! You’re supposed to be with me! She’s the other woman!

Angel!Lucifer : Why can’t you understand? It was a mistake, I would never be with you— *immediately regrets it*

Angel!Y/N, distraught :

Angel!Y/N, silently leaves the room :

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sketchquill · 4 months

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*SNEAKILY CRAWLS THROUGH YOUR WINDOW IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND PRESENTS THIS TO YOU*

BEHOLD @cloudy-dreams FOR I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED MAKING YOUR BRITHDAY GIFT ART!!! I FIGURED IT WAS HIGH TIME I DREW FANART OF YOUR NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS AU AND I EVEN THREW YOUR OC VINCE INTO THE MIX TOO! >w<

I KNOW I ALREADY SAID IT BEFORE BUT HAPPY BRITHDAY AGAIN I HOPE ALL YOU BIRTHDAY WISHES COME TRUE! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

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corazon-celeste-au · 3 months

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The two versions of Wally Darling are still not finished, this is a sketch... I hope you like it. :3

Corpse puppet AU by @sketchquill @cloudy-dreams

#nightmare before christmas au #wally darling x y/n #welcome home fanart #welcome home oc #my art #welcome home y/n #wally darling x reader #wally darling #corpse puppet au #welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home puppet show #fanart #au

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icdrawings · 3 months

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Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Wally's mad

Chapter 5

#welcome home #welcome home oc #wally darling #wally darling x o/c #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #corpse puppet au #@sketchquill

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daemon-in-my-head · 2 months

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Sometimes I can sit down and actually get shit done. Sometimes I can attempt that realism bit. And then I get too tired of blending, so whatever the fuck this is happens, and I'll just accept it. Close ups under cut.

#im definitely not just posting this so i stop going back and “breakfixing” things #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #durgetash #bg3 gortash #bg3 durge #gortash x durge #love how gorty makes my oc look even more like a waling corpse #ok well the light doesnt help i suppose #enough tag rambling #pls dont expect me to do this ever again idefk which brushes ive used #it was like all of them and more #anyway im not going back to fix it #call it artistic freedom i want him to glow #yes i just wanted to give that guy a crown #my durge just over here to really contrast stuff #their faces are 100% burned into my sclera now and i can see their wrinkles with my eyes closed

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zibiscusloon · 6 months

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Yeah I enjoy Mike a normal amount

#my art #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #michael afton #scooped michael #fnaf bonbon #oc x canon #bronwyn moody #hehehe pretty corpse man go brrrrr

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dreamdragoness · 9 months

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After Stacy and Wally reconcile during their painting session, Stacy offers to properly sew Wally's hand back on. After finding up some thread and a needle, she gets to work on her husband's hand. But not before catching the happy dancing hand, causing Wally to chuckle.

"Pardon my enthusiasm."

Stacy smiles warmly as she proceeds to sew.

"I like your enthusiasm."

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I can't seem to stop with these Corpse Puppet pieces! This scene occurs after Stacy apologizes and reconciles with Wally during a painting session.

I'm not sure if it's canon in @sketchquill 's AU, but I'd like to think since it's a world of living puppets, all puppets are required to know sewing as a form of first aid.

Disclaimer:

Corpse Puppet: @sketchquill

Welcome Home: @partycoffin

Corpse Bride: Tim Burton and Henry Selik

#original character #corpse puppet au #corpse bride #welcome home au #crossover #wally darling x oc

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glitterp0prhaps0dy · 1 month

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so remember when i made that post about combining trolls and one of my other faveriot movies!, so iv been brainstorming on how to combine trolls and corpse bride into an au!

so i came up with the CORPSE BROPPY AU

not everything will be the same, infact there's a lot of changes, so its more or so the concept of corpse bride that I'm combining with trolls, I have two of the character designs down! so I will share parts of their story first, then show their image, ITS POPPY AND BRANCH! obviously lol

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So, the story kicks off with a bit of a family crisis. Poppy's older sister, Viva, has mysteriously disappeared(i can explain more on that later you you want), throwing a wrench into their family plans. With Viva gone, Poppy finds herself in the hot seat, forced into an arranged marriage with a troll named Creek(YOU KNOW THE ONE AND ONLY TRAITOR) from another family. This arrangement is all about sealing deals and uniting families, but there's a catch: Poppy and Creek have to get their wedding act together in just a month. And let's just say, rehearsals are a disaster. Poppy's heart just isn't in it because, well, she doesn't love Creek. It’s like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.

as you can see, poppy takes a place of victor, sorta

i really loved looking at diffrent dresses from the 1800's to design her outfit, the before is her for most of the story, her casual outfit, i kept it blue since most of poppys canon outfits are, her after outfit is more towards the end of the story.

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Imagine being insanely talented, like a piano prodigy level of talented, but instead of your gift bringing you joy, it becomes this heavy chain your family drags you around with. That's Branch's life in a nutshell. His gift at the piano wasn't celebrated in the way it should have been; it was exploited. Instead of applause filled with warmth, every clap was just a reminder of how his family saw dollar signs in his melodies. Talk about a tough crowd.

But wait, it gets more complicated. Branch's family, not satisfied with just exploiting his talent, decided to marry him off in a deal that reeked of greed. Love? Compatibility? Nope, those words weren't in their vocabulary. It was all about the money. And the person he was supposed to marry? Let's just say she took 'till death do us part' way too literally and left Branch for dead—literally. The twist? She never got caught. So there's Branch, a victim of greed and betrayal, stuck in the afterlife with a heart heavier than any piano he ever played.

This is where Branch's story gets really interesting. As the Corpse Groom, he's not just dealing with being, well, dead. He's tangled up in all the dreams and desires he never got to live out. We're talking about a guy who was robbed of the chance to find real love, to maybe play his music because it brought him joy, not because it paid the bills. His unfinished business? It's not just about finding out who killed him; it's about seeking the life and love he was denied.

as you can see, branch is in the place of emily, I decided to make his outfit more green like his vest in the movie( I imagine that the shirt is a hand me down from floyd)

corpse branch was so fun to draw to be honest, he also has a lot more story developed but that's because I'm a bit biased,woops.

FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY QUESTIONS BECAUSE I WILL BE GLAD TO ANSWER THEM.

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lyre-akuma · 2 years

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[Corpse Husband x OC]Time will finally heal -Chapter 1-

This is a fanfiction of Corpse Husband :) Thanks for your watching!

It all starts with that raining afternoon.

Corpse stretched and took off his eye patch, it is 4pm and he thinks it is time to get something to eat before doing some music stuff. However, the empty refrigerator shows that he must go to the grocery store later. He dress up, take his mask on and leaves his apartment.

It is a little bit cold outside. The wind is so strong that he can barely hold his umbrella. It didn't rain a lot, but the wet feeling of his clothes sticking to his body irritated him. Luckily, because of the rain, almost nobody is walking on the street, and the umbrella block the sights from nowhere.

When he come back, its already around 7pm. The night has fallen from the sky. He put away his umbrella and walk inside the building. Then, he saw a young lady holding a huge cardboard box, waiting for the elevator.

She may have recently moved in. Corpse thought.

Not waiting for long, the elevator comes. They walked in together, but only one of the lift buttons was pressed. Corpse is a little bit surprised, for such a long time, his floor have no new renters. It is obvious that the girl has the same feeling as well. but because of some tacit agreement, neither of them spoke.

The silence spreading among the tiny space, making Corpse feeling a little awkward. But for him, it is so hard to start a conversation. For now all in his mind is just totally blank. He pretended to glance at her carelessly, luckily, because of the cardboard box Corpse could not see the girl's face clearly, but he still sure that she is a petite lady, and all he could see was a head of beautiful bright brown hair. A hint, if any, of sandalwood aroma surrounded them, causing him to rub his nose.

Finally, the door opened. He saw her walking straightly to the door next to his. The girl also noticed that. She put down the box she was holding, and turn to him.

There he saw, a young lady with her pretty face. She looked a little haggard, but still maintained a polite smile.

"Nice to meet you...I just moved here yesterday, you can call me Penelope, Penelope Thompson." Although there was no physical contact, the face-to-face conversation made Corpse feel a great deal of pressure - especially in the face of a young lady with such decent manners - and he was worried about whether he would be able to do a good job.

"Uh...Hi, you can call me corpse... My friends like to call me that." He added, "I make music sometimes, hope I won't disturb you."

Penelope laughed softly: "Of course, I love music, maybe I've already hear your work somewhere, it feels great to find that my new neighbor is a musician."

Corpse seemed to be infected by her laughter, and he couldn't help but smile a little too: "Thank you for your understanding... Also, welcome, new neighbors."

She politely nodded her head, sayed goodbye, and went into her room. After she close the door, Corpse took a deep breath. It seems like he has to pay attention to his loud voice for a long time.

BUT HE CANT.

When the late night came, he could not control his confused emotions. He could not even control himself; pain and numbness filled his whole body, preventing him from moving. The only thing he could do was to hiss out his resentment and anger, washing his tattered body and soul with tears and roars.

And there's no brightness. He thought.

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse fanfic #corpse husband fanfic #corpse x oc #corpse husband x oc

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cherrythepuppet · 7 months

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Corpse Puppet [Part 9]

AU we all know belongs to our Lovely @sketchquill

"Frank! are you there?" Wally called out as he and (Y/n) entered a tall tower on the outskirts of the little dead town"Hello? ls anyone home?" Wally asked "Shut up! I'm almost done with this book!" A voice yelled, (Y/n) and Wally looked around to see who said that

It was a short girl with short messy dark red hair and light pink skin with an X on her forehead, She wore a black and white dress with a spider bowtie similar to Jack skellington's outfit"Cherry!" Wally exclaimed "Oh apple man!" Cherry said as she looked up from her book that was titled 'All Good People Here'

"Why are you here?" Cherry asked as she grabbed a perfume bottle and drank some"Well me and my spouse came to see frank" Wally said making Cherry spit out all the perfume "What's that?! Spouse?!" Cherry yelled

Cherry glared at (Y/n) making them freeze "Uhm- Pleasure to meet you, Miss" They said with a wave "Ill go get frank..." Cherry grumbled as she hop off the stack of books she was sitting on

After a moment Cherry had come back with a man who (Y/n) had assumed was Frank Frankly "Oh Wally! It's been a while how are you? Cherry says you have a spouse now" Frank exclaimed (Y/n) thought Frank looked familiar like they have heard about him before then something clicked in their head

"I do! Meet (Y/n)!" Wally told them making Cherry glare at (Y/n) even more, "Sir may i ask you something?" (Y/n) asked gaining Frank's attention "Did you perhaps know someone named Eddie?" They asked Frank's eyes widened "How did you-" he asked

"Eddie told me about you" (Y/n) said "You know him!? How is he?" Frank asked "He's been doing good and he missed you dearly" They told himCherry was still glaring at (Y/n) seeming to find them odd "Hm" Cherry mumbled as she appeared directly in front of (Y/n) and grabbed their wrist

"Your breathing...and you have a pulse!" Cherry yelled "Wally where did you find this person?!" She asked "We met in the forest we they said their vows perfectly!" Wally told her

(Y/n) stood there nervously "Cherry Jubilee! If you are going to start getting upset i suggest you go talk to sally or poppy" Frank said

"But!-" "No buts Cherry! Go!" Frank demanded as cherry groaned then black smoke and nothing as cherry was gone"I apologize about her...recently she has been upset" Frank told the couple

"What is it you needed?" He asked "We need to go up" Wally said as he pointed up "Upstairs?" Frank asked"To visit the land of the living" Wally said "Land of the living?" frank asked "Please, Frank!" Wally begged

"Now, why go up there, when people are dying to get down here?" Frank asked "Sir, l beg you to help lt means so much to me-...Us" (Y/n) spoke up"l don't know, it's just not natural..." Frank mumbled

"Please, Frank! Surely there must be something you can do!" Wally exclaimed "Let me see what l can do..." Frank mumbled "Where did l put that book? l left it here somewhere" he asked himself

"Oh it must be with Cherry I keep forgetting to tell her to stop taking my spell books" Frnak groaned Suddenly a book dropped in front of him with a sticky note on it, The sticky note had somethign written on it and a drawing of frank looking angry

"I despise that girl" He said as he opened the book "Here it is! A Ukrainian haunting spell Just the thing for these quick trips!" Frank exclaimed "So glad you thought of this" Wally whispered to (Y/n) "Me too" They whispered back

"Now, then where were we?" Frank asked"The Ukrainian haunting spell?" Wally said "Here we have it! Ready?" Frank mumbled "Just remember, when you want to come back, say 'Hopscotch.' " He told them

"Hopscotch?" (Y/n) asked confused as to why that word "That's it" Frank said as he cracked open a case of something then engulfed both Wally and (Y/n) in a black smokeThe moon shined brightly over the two as snow began lightly falling along with the wind blowing

The two were silent for a minute as they took in the sights and beauty of it all "I spent so long in the darkness I almost forgotten what the moonlight is like" Wally smiled and (Y/n) couldn't help but smile back at him

(Y/n)'s smiled faded after a minute thought "l think l should prepare Mother and Father for the big news" she said and wally nodded "l'll go ahead and you wait here" (Y/n) told him before they walked away Wally sat on a rock and waited for when (Y/n) would come back....

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader #corpse puppet au #welcome home oc #fanfic

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