#walking corpse au

[slythepuffle]

Walking Corpse, Part 2

It’s been a year or so since they left the hospital that night and Dexter had settled in rather nicely.

Michelle - Their mother - was as sweet as can be, helping them out as much as she could. She taught them about the life that they used to live, the things that they liked and disliked, hobbies, etc. It was... really nice, to have someone there for them. They don't think they've had someone like that before.

Dexter decided to continue the animal exterminator business that the previous man had run, though they weren't entirely sure what all the equipment in the truck was for. They would have asked their mother but... looking at some of it...

Probably best they just not touch it.

And not let her know about it.

The hell did the man before them do with this stuff?

They were surprisingly decent at the job. Mostly they just set traps and waited for something to step in them or get rid of infestations of insects. If they caught an animal, they just sent it off to the nearest shelter or pound. It wasn't too difficult.

Currently, they were sitting on the curb next to their car, taking a small lunch break after setting up some traps. They'd check on them in an hour or so, for now just eating a sandwich.

"Meow?"

Dexter paused, hearing the noise and looking around. They spotted a cat - well, more a kitten really - nearby, staring at them. It seemed a bit wary, eyes narrowed, but slowly approached. They hummed, a small smile crossing their face as they outstretched a hand to the animal.

The kitten paused, sniffing at their offered hand. It sniffed it once, then twice, then seemed to deem them as friendly. It purred as it nuzzled against their hand, causing them to chuckle as they gave it a gentle scratch.

Cats were something Dexter grew rather fond of, given how many their mother had. Though the animals were very cautious of them at first, they soon warmed up to them and greeted them with meows.

"How are you doing, little guy?" Dexter greeted, running their hand along the kitten's back with a small smile. The creature meowed and purred, enjoying the touch. They took another bite of their sandwich, continuing to pet the cat. This was a nice way to pass the time.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps - fast footsteps - coming in their direction. They paused, looking up and jerking back as two kids skidded to a stop in front of them.

"HELLO!"

"HI!"

The cat startled and slipped out from under their hand, darting away. Dexter blinked, taking in the two kids dressed as a skeleton and a pumpkin.

...Did they not know it wasn't Halloween?

"Hi?" They greeted. "Why... are you two dressed up?"

"It's SPOOKY MONTH!" the two yelled, grinning at them widely.

"...'Spooky Month'?" they repeated, still confused. The two kids nodded wildly, doing a little dance. They watched, amused. "Well, your costumes are pretty cool."

"Thank you!" the pumpkin kid said, smiling. The skeleton kid tilted his head looking at them closer. "Hey... it's Not-Moloch!"

Dexter froze, a strange chill running down their spine. They tried to shake it off - They didn't know that name and it wasn't even remotely scary. Just strange and...

They smiled, though it was slightly strained. "Th-That's not my name, kiddo. I'm Dexter. Dexter Eroptoph."

"Oh, sorry."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Dexter!"

The three began to talk, Dexter slowly relaxing despite the hyperactiveness of the kids. After a while, they sent the kids off and stood up with a stretch.

Well. That was a nice break.

~~~~

Returning home was a nice feeling. Dexter brushed their hand on some of the cats, greeting them with a smile, before giving their mother a quick hug.

"I'm gonna take a nap, Mom. I'll make dinner when I wake up."

“Oh alright! Have a good rest sweetheart!”

Dexter hummed in response, smiling at their mother as they closed the door. They turned, eyes sweeping over the room, before heading to their open closet. It had been a long day, and they wanted to lie in bed now.

They stripped off their heavy exterminator outfit, lazily kicking it into the closet, before grabbing a plain white shirt. They slipped it on, stretching out as they glanced in the mirror.

They stopped suddenly, squinting at their reflection, puzzled. They could have sworn they saw a shadow, standing just behind them—

Wait a minute.

That wasn’t their reflection—

A fist slammed against the inside of the mirror, making them jump. Eyes burned into theirs, full of rage and hate.

“Give me back my body!” Dexter - The real Dexter Erotoph - snarled.

~~~~

Finally finished this! There will be one more part to this, at least one more that I will write.

[slythepuffle]

I should work on these AUs again...

Spooky Month AU Ask Game

(because i’ve never seen one before!)

1. If it still exists, how does the cult work in your AU? Who is the leader?

2. Who’s your favorite character in this AU?

4. If it still exists, how does the Eyes Of The Universe work in your AU?

5. What was your inspiration for this AU?

6. How would canon Skid and Pump react to their AU versions?

7. What character have you changed the most?

8. What characters haven’t died in your AU? How did they survive?

9. What characters have died in your AU that didn’t die in canon? How did they die?

10. Has anyone changed professions in your AU?

11. Has the Candy Club changed at all? And if the Candy Club no longer exists, what is serving it’s role?

12. Who has suffered the most in your AU?

13. Who’s the happiest character in your AU?

14. Do you have a least favorite character in your AU (as in, what character’s actions do you dislike the most)?

15. Has the setting changed? Where is this new setting?

16. Would you accept OC’s for your AU?

17. Would you accept fanfiction of your AU?

18. Would you accept ships for your AU?

19. Are there canon ships in your AU (that aren’t canon to regular Spooky Month)?

20. Favorite art piece (made by you or someone else) of the AU?

21. Have you ever written anything for the AU?

22. If your AU was it’s own show, do you think it’d a happy or sad ending?

23. What character do you think you need to develop more in your AU?

24. Least favorite character in your AU lore-wise (like, do you think any specific character’s lore is weak? Do you dislike anyone’s story?)?

@luzxii @mayisgoingnuts @momentokori @jacenotjason <- you guys have aus,? i unno..lmk if you don’t wanna be tagged . sorry😓

[zu-is-here]

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[amarithecat]

Mouthwashing AU where Jimmy gets in the cryopod only because upon being woken up he'd have to explain the corpse party in the other room.

[quadrantadvisor]

Alright new Jason Todd headcanons in a dpxdc setting:

Danny is a "liminal" ghost, rather than a "half" ghost. He's alive and dead at the same time. (He's like Jesus Christ (in the church denomination I grew up in), fully ghost and fully human.) Danny, in human form, can go through a ghost shield, because he IS a living human.

Jason, however, is a reanimated corpse. He isn't a ghost, wouldn't have a ghost core, etc, he has a normal human system that runs ON ectoplasm. Jason CANNOT go through a ghost shield, because he is always an ectoplasmic entity. Danny can go through the Fenton Ghost Catcher and be split into a ghost and a human; if Jason went through the ghost catcher, he would straight up die.

(For my purposes I'm gonna say that Jason became an ectoplasmic entity upon his resurrection, but wasn't very stable. Dunking in the Lazarus pit stabilized his system but also poisoned his ectoplasm.)

I do think that Jason could learn certain ghost abilities if he learned to harness his ectoplasm, especially if they detoxed him off the Lazarus waters. He's probably already enhancing his stealth and strength in ways he hasn't really noticed. I think he's held back by the amount of physical matter he's lugging around, so maybe he couldn't fly, but I'm imagining temporary invisibility, or intagibility of like, a limb at a time. Maybe he can't walk through walls, but in a fight he can dodge by instinctively making the targeted part of his body intangible.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This new official yi city art from the Japanese audio drama reminds me so much of the essence of your creachers .. personally I think they're taking inspiration from your wonderful fellas

https://twitter.com/mimifm11/status/1679083183613300736?t=IslUVs4um6QsmoIG1iEYYg&s=19

They're in the recording booth!!!!

[nettlestingsoup]

needed a break from persistence (1/3 edited but the dialogue is a heartbeat under my floorboards right now) and decided that actually i wanted to think about something deeply, deeply tragic, SO please appreciate the concept of viktor, avatar of the end, and jayce, avatar of the spiral. they are now living rent free in my head.

[dozingdose]

[micro-meltdown]

Double posting? On My blog? It's more likely than you think

Michael is a bit weird, but all things considered he has all right to be

[possum-quesadilla]

Should my AU where Beetlejuice possesses the dead body of someone Lydia knew and they have to sleuth out what actually happened to him together be called…

[slythepuffle]

Walking Corpse AU - Part 1

Patty rubbed her eyes as she walked into the morgue, already tired even though her shift just started. The mayor had assigned her a few autopsies that needed to be done, the first on the list being one 'Dexter Erotoph'.

He was a weird case. He had been declared missing back in June, having been last seen by his mother leaving for a job and never returning. She hadn't really cared about it much, until his body was suddenly on one of her tables when she walked into work in October. There had been a little sticky note placed on him: 'Work on this like the others. Don't ask questions. Don't tell anyone outside of the Mayor and Head Doctor about this.'

'Or else.'

Well, there goes her list of questions. She liked her paycheck (and life) a little too much to disobey the cryptic letter. So, she decided to hide his body in storage as she worked through her list of 'patients', down until it was just him and a few others left today.

Her reasoning for that? Well, it was mostly because he was just plain horrifying to look at. The main cause of death had been a simple neck-snapping, but it appeared as though his body had been brutally mutated. His mask had fused to his face somehow, sharp teeth circling what used to be the nozzle. Horns sprouted from his head, while claws fused to his gloves, ending in sharp, dangerous tips.

She also hated seeing his eyes. They kept following her, even when she was far away from the morgue, far out of sight.

So yeah, she didn't want anyone to walk in on that when she was out of the room. Especially if she was supposed to keep this a secret from virtually everyone.

Patty began to set up for Dexter's autopsy, back turned to the body lying on the table. With her back turned, she didn't notice the body twitch.

Or how it slowly began to sit up.

She only noticed, when a sharp crack filled the air, making her flinch. More cracks followed, and she slowly turned, looking at the...

...body?

He was sitting up, staring at the wall away from her. He looked... different now, more normal. The claws were gone, his skin was no longer gray, and the horns were slowly receding into his head, shrinking until they disappeared. She stared, frozen, as he began to look around, never turning to face her.

holyshittheywerestillalive-?!

Slowly, he turned around, body turning to face her. The two blinked at each other.

Patty reached for the intercom button somewhere next to her.

"Mort, I have a fucking situation down here."

~~~~

Mort stepped back from the table, frowning at his new patient.

"Everything seems... normal. No abnormalities or even injuries. No signs he even died."

Patty leaned against the wall, frowning behind her mask. "How? His neck was snapped and his body was mutated. People normally don't recover from that."

The man shrugged, handing Dexter a pen to fidget with. "Hell if I know. The only thing that seems to be wrong with him is the fact he can't remember anything."

Clicking filled the air as Dexter played with the pen, a little delighted smile on his face. The two glanced at him, then returned to their conversation. "Oh, and he's mute. And no, I don't know why either, since his vocal cords seem intact."

Patty huffed, looking at the newly undead patient. He seemed... so unlike the nightmare that she had to hide away for months. That almost scared her more than when she first saw him.

“So… should we call his mom?”

Mort nodded, already bored again. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Tell her that he just wandered in without any memories and no injuries.”

“Mhm.”

Mort left, leaving her alone with Dexter. Patty rolled her eyes - Typical Mort, leaving her with the work. She grumbled as she grabbed her phone, dialing the number left on Dexter’s medical file. He was watching her as she called, head tilted curiously.

"Hello, Miss Erotoph? This is Patricia Azure, I'm a doctor at the hospital. Your son turned up today- Yes, ma'am, he's fine. However, he doesn't seem to have any memories- Oh, right now-? Um, okay, I'll bring him- Or that. That works too, ma'am. See you then."

She placed down the phone, looking at Dexter. He stared back at her, expression curious as she gave a strained smile. "Well, your mom is coming to get you soon. Hopefully, she'll be able to help you with your memories and... your life."

He said nothing. She looked away, unnerved by his constant staring. It almost made her miss his more demonic appearance. "...And, uh, sorry. About the whole... locking you away in a body cabinet. If you even remember that."

His eyes dropped to the floor, and he began clicking the pen again. She sighed, looking away. Well, so much for that. Guess they just had to wait until his mom came.

...Which wasn't long apparently, as she felt her phone ring. "Guess your mom's here. You wait here, I'll go get her."

With that, Patty took her leave, with Dexter now alone in the room.

...They looked down in their lap.

It was very strange, their situation. Apparently, their name was 'Dexter Erotoph', a man who had been missing for quite a few months now, only to suddenly reappear in the hospital. They lived with their mother and worked as an exterminator.

Except, that wasn't right. They weren't Dexter Erotoph.

At least, they didn't think they were. It was just a feeling, that told them that this wasn't right. That something was off and that they were in the wrong body.

Maybe it was just the whole memory-loss thing that they had going on. Or the trauma of the 'mysteriously dying in a horrible but suddenly coming back to life' thing. That could explain their feelings of wrongness.

Yeah, that was probably it.

They continued playing with the pen, clicking noises filling the air again. It was a comforting sound, for some reason. Definitely better than the silence and their thoughts.

The door opened again. They looked up, only to suddenly be wrapped in a tight embrace. They stiffened, eyes locking onto the woman again.

"Ma'am-!" she tried, seeing their uncomfortable expression. "He doesn't- He might not-"

Her words were ineffective and she gave up fast, giving them a helpless shrug. So they were left trapped in an emotional embrace, unsure of how to react to the strange woman - their mother - clinging to them.

They braced themselves, about to gently push her away-

"I was so worried," she cried, voice shaky and sorrowful. They could feel her tears soak their shirt, her body trembling. "I thought something terrible happened... I'm so glad you're okay..."

...

They - Dexter - slowly wrapped their arms around her. A loose hug, but a hug nonetheless.

Even if they weren't actually Dexter which they knew they weren't they could pretend to be. If only to help ease the pain and grief that their mother had experienced.

Besides, it's not like the actual Dexter was ever gonna come back.

~~~~

Elsewhere, a doll is furiously scribbling on pages, trying his best not to lose whatever fragile sanity he has left.

[artisticzaati]

When world's collide...

[brown-little-robin]

story time!

What Happened to Dimple

In late summer, Ritsu got very ill. He couldn't keep any food down and he was too weak to walk. Their limited food supplies were running out in the middle of nowhere, and Dimple was the only functional person in the group. Ritsu was out of it, and obviously Mob, a zombie with no goals except "eat whatever is in front of me" and "hang around with little brother", was little help on the finding-new-food front.

So Dimple had to find some way to keep Ritsu alive.

Before starvation set in, Dimple decided to intervene. It played out okay at first. He tied Ritsu to a tree (tied ropes around his torso, knotted them behind the tree trunk so Ritsu couldn't reach) and took Shigeo with him to go acquire some food from whoever passed by on the road they're traveling on first.

(he took Shigeo because he couldn't leave him with no able-bodied guardian—better to be safe than sorry, especially because. y'know. they're on the edge of starvation, and Shigeo is a zombie. but obviously Ritsu, dehydrated and dizzy, interpreted this as "Dimple Might Be Finally Stealing My Brother" despite Dimple trying to explain.)

(Ritsu didn't really protest, though. he was too weak to do much and also he didn't want to get eaten. he just let it happen. he hoped Dimple would come back. he hoped he was just being paranoid.)

the first food source they ran into, unfortunately, was a group of humans traveling with a cart. Dimple didn't really have qualms about stealing, but he tried asking peacefully first, using his "power over the zombie" (e.g. he convinced Shigeo to take a few steps back and Shigeo obliges him) to demonstrate that they could be a major threat. (he was bluffing, of course. Shigeo wasn't being "held back" by Dimple, he's just vibing.) and he was given food! food and water and even toilet paper and a blanket!

so then Dimple returned to their camp with Mob and the supplies, but the people they stole from were a trap—a convoy that deliberately draws people in so they can gauge parties' strength before stealing from them in return. Dimple and the Kageyama brothers got attacked by one (1) guy with a gun, because that's about all the firepower the convoy thought they needed to risk on this little group.

Dimple could've just given up the supplies and tried again. But the thing was, Ritsu didn't really have enough strength in him for that.

If Ritsu didn't get food and water and rest here, he really might have died. Also, they'd have to give up their ammo, which was what they were planning to trade for food in the next settlement they come to.

Dimple looked around. He looked at Shigeo, a half-baked plan to get Shigeo to Do Something forming, and saw him kneeling by Ritsu, eyes half-lidded, looking unresponsive. but Dimple knew Shigeo's body language by then, and he saw how his shoulders were subtly hunched over toward Ritsu, and instantly Dimple knew that the kid's patience had run out. going away from Ritsu with Dimple had been a big concession and now Shigeo was done.

So. Dimple took the supplies and lured the guy with the gun a little way away from the boys, and then he just straight-up attacked the guy. not with a gun, because he was forced to leave the guns in the camp with Ritsu.

Dimple dropped the supplies and made a move. He got shot, and it was Loud. but it just grazed his shoulder, so he managed to drag the guy away from the supplies. Dimple's goal was to prevent the boys from seeing any more death, and he succeeded.

Ritsu, meanwhile, heard that gunshot.

He'd been sleeping most of the time Dimple was away. He was a little more alert by the time Dimple got back, although still physically wiped. He heard that gunshot and froze. And then, doing rapid calculations and realizing that he was danger if Dimple was dead, he started fighting the ropes. He had to get away he had to get Shigeo away he had to RUN.

He fought the ropes silently at first, and then, slowly, his brain progressed from the logical "if Dimple is dead we're in trouble because that man knows our location" to "Dimple is dead, Dimple is dead". he started making a horrible cry as he tried to get free. He wasn't crying, exactly, didn't let himself relax that much, he was just making this kind of frustrated, despairing wail sound.

Shigeo had been watching Ritsu thrash and wriggle in increasing certainty that something was happening, but he didn't know if it was good or bad. The sound, though, the sound was bad. So he tried to help.

He helped by just pulling on the ropes, first, which broke Ritsu's ribs.

but he stopped when Ritsu made a pain sound and, for one of the first times Ritsu has seen him do this as a zombie, did something related to tool use. he went to the supplies and brought Ritsu a knife.

so the Kageyama brothers survived! yay!

[ask-the-mental-critters]

I'm adding smth to CynesCorn

"Walking Corpse Syndrome"

[screamsofanoutlawbrain]

ANOTHER SILLY WTDW AU!!! LETS GO!!

Basically Ben and Alyssa (Pop and Glory) get released from the freezer through a series of unfortunate events (their animatronic bodies are basically lifeless husks), and regaining their memories. After being released, the two are forced to work at the facility as janitors, and are one of the few workers to work nightshifts (They barely interact with the animatronics, it's always a weird experience.)

Both of them hate it, but are basically being held at gunpoint to stay at this job. Also the building collapsed again and the virus came back, angst ensues.

[noonslullabies]

When your ideas for the next part of a game turn out to be wrong, you still can still smile because you get to throw the new thing into the old idea soup

"HE MADE FUCKING ME WHITE?!"

"Yeah, but I didn't think I'd pissed him off enough that he created his own Baldr, and quite literally, spat on your memory. Sorry dude."

Remember, our Breiðablik is Baldr's home.

Why do we have when the Sun God of Justice exists?

Please I need our gun to be stolen and to still be proven its rightful wielder.

Loki's lil smirk means we're going to have fun.

Höðr is our defense attorney... maybe I can spin this a legit reincarnation like I did with Ymir (best ally for a walking corpse).

You know she's going to adopt the Baldr collective (each summoner gets their own (mine is a little shard) while Nyota is holding the black hole of the brightest dying light who is ready to go back to being a War God and NOT A PARTY GAME right now).

:D Yes, I'm happy.