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If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
Oh, come fucking on!
Not only they didn't make a doll of Wyatt for Z-o-m-b-i-e-s 3, but also made him straight???
When will the personal attacks stop???
(And also no doll of A-lan!)
Screw that, I'm shipping them.
They're roommates now.
not quite a full drawing but have this toothy little guy
I'll make some real art later
Could I get more Zed with chompers please? Cuz the shark teeth look so good on him 🤭
Mayhaps....
Heh... 😼
chat I predicted the future
I think I win
duuude
okay so like….. i just started my period and im horny like a MFFFFFFFFFFFFF can you possibly do freaky ahh headcannons for zed necrodopolis…. gulp
Freaky ahh headcanons Zed addition
Zed Necrodopolis x Afab!Reader
Warnings: Smut ovi. Monster and Human Sex. Whatever the fuck you would consider Half Human half bunny and Zombie sex. (Honestly how the fuck am I supposed to explain that?) Some angst sprinkled in there cus babes got trauma. Zed being a lovable idiot. Rough Sex. Zombieing out. Public Sex. Period sex, so mention of blood. Cunnilingus, both regular and while on period. Heat Cycle. Biting.
(A/n: I randomly added in a little bit of Bunny!Hybrid!Reader cus why not? 🤷🏼♀ This was written at 5am off of way to much caffeine so yeah. I got freaky with this one.)
Human Reader
I fear Zed is a gentle giant. He'd be scared of hurting you especially because of how he's been treated his whole life. Sometimes he's not only scared he's gonna hurt you but that if he does he'd finally have to see himself as what everyone else sees him as, a monster.
Soft slow strokes, he likes to saver the moment. His hands gently running up and down your body, trying to memorize every part of you as he whispers in your ear, praise after praise falling from his lips between deep groans.
With that being said if he zombies out his gentle-ness fly's out the fucking window. I'm talking clothes ripped off, bending you over anything around him, whether that's a desk, table, window seal, counter, honestly anything you can imagine, you're getting bent over and he's going to town. if there's nothing around you then you're going on the ground or he's holding you up against a wall. He doesn't care who's around he just needs you.
I feel like he bites when he zombies out but I don't really know how it works. Would that turn you? Not really sure but in my little imaginary world it doesn't.
Again going into my Patricks imaginary world I feel like zombies have heat cycles. Does this exactly make sense? No. Do I care? Also no. Just fucking feral Zed having the need to breed. This is where I feel the biting comes into play too. Pure primal instincts similar to when he Zombies out but he has absolutely no control over it aka Z-Band doesn't work.
He's an eater, I say this about everyone but like HEAR ME OUT- He doesn't care when or where you want it you got it. Period and all he's on his fucking knees for you. Baby's not scared of blood.
On the same topic period sex with him would be IMMACULATE. You want it nice and slow? he'd give it to you, no questions asked. Rough and fast? Don't have to tell him twice. Diving right in.
Bunny!Hybrid!Reader
Ahem, HEAT HEAT HEAT HEAT.
This is where my imagination goes everytime I think of Zed.
His adorable little bunny, sweet and innocent. He just wants to destroy you in all the right ways.
When your heat cycle comes he has no problem helping you out. Infact he waits for it every year just so he has an excuse to breed you.
Love's holding onto your ears while he hits it from the back. They'd be so sensitive and sore after so he'd gently massage them.
(okay I'm done. Goodnight y'all, ignore my freaky-ness)
No Safety or Surprise
Wally Clark x Reader
Following a double death at Split River High, two souls acclimate with their new reality and the fellow ghosts that inhabit the school's grounds.
Word Count: 3k
Tags: Aftermath of sexual assault, no flashbacks to SA, mention of SA, reader's death is overlooked but Wally 's isn't, angst, comfort
Characters: Wally Clark, Reader, Dalton (OC, mentioned), Mr. Martin, Rhonda (brief), Janet (brief), Jasmine (OC, brief), William (OC, brief), David (OC, brief)
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A/N: The Doors title. Sequel to 'The End', which has gotten so much love that I don't even know what to say! Super thank you to everyone who wanted to be tagged, ya'll might make me cry. Thank you for clicking/reading my story, and I hope that you enjoy this one! This is my first time writing a sequel to a story, as I'm more partial to one-shots writing-wise. Unbeta'd, please heed the tags, and enjoy!
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You left Wally without saying a word, climbing to the top of the bleachers and curling in on yourself. You wanted to spit in his face and tell him that Dalton wasn’t the perfect teammate, average-grade goofball he played himself to be, that he had taken your life, soul, and body in one fell swoop. Instead, you left him more confused than before, still clutching at the stolen jacket draped on your shoulders.
Your non-beating heart ached for the first time since you found yourself on the locker room floor. For every second you spent with your legs up to your chest, heaving, a deeper hole was burying its way through your chest.
Your death went twenty-three minutes unnoticed, and when you were finally found, it was only because the football team was told to change after the game stopped.
You didn’t know how long you were up on the bleachers, finally praying for the first time in your life before someone approached you. You assumed it was Wally, hoping that he had finally realized what had happened to you, but you turned your head to see an older man dressed in a tweed jacket and glasses walking up to you.
“Y/N?” the stranger asked, sitting a level below you to meet you at eye level, “is that your name?”
He was skinnier than most teachers you knew, and his suit outdid anything they would be wearing.
He’s dead too.
Nodding your head, you brought yourself to sit on the bleacher level above him, scooting down to make distance between him and you. He didn’t move, instead placing his hands in his lap and sighing gently.
“My name is Mr. Martin. As I assume you’re already aware, you’ve passed away.”
It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.
“I’ve been a local of Split River since the 50’s, and-”
“Are you some kind of grim reaper or something? You finally get off your ass to bring me to whatever’s supposed to happen after I die?” You interrupted harshly, glaring at your reflection in his square glasses. His slight trans-atlantic accent in his voice ticked you off on top of how you already felt.
“-Unfortunately, I’m not here to take you to the great hereafter,” he said, his voice a touch softer, “I am, however, here to offer you support if you are willing to take it.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked.
“I know what happened to you, Y/N.” He said matter-of-factly, adjusting the way he was sitting as if he was uncomfortable with the statement he’d made.
Chills crept up your spine. “What?”
“I was there when the paramedics brought your body out from the locker room,” he rubbed above his lip tensely, “I’m here to let you know that there are others here that can help you get through this, a support group for the ghosts of Split River High.”
Scoffing, you move to get up and away from him and his proposal of an afterlife anonymous meeting. He didn’t follow you, instead raising his voice so you were able to hear him.
“If you change your mind, we meet in the gym every afternoon. Nothing formal, but it seems to have helped others in similar situations to yours.”
People speculated if you and Wally’s deaths were connected in some way- a jealous ex that found out the two of you had been together, a suicide pact; someone even started to say you poisoned him and then yourself because you were hopelessly in love with him.
No matter what people said, somehow, the blame always landed on you and never Wally.
It took three days for you to work up the courage to go back inside the school. Every time you approached a door, your feet wouldn’t move. When you finally got the courage to go inside, it was because the rain pouring outside pelted against the metal of the bleachers, and the sound was going to deafen you if you heard it any longer. It didn’t register that you were in the building until you saw the back of a familiar football player, no longer wearing the gear he died in.
“Wally?” You called out to him, making him spin around to face you.
The air of confusion he’d carried the night you two died was gone, instead replaced by a brightened smile and somewhat brighter eyes.
“Y/N, hey,” he walked towards you, mirroring posters plastered to the wall mourning him, “I was worried you weren’t going to come in any time soon.”
You knit your eyebrows, shifting at his open display of friendliness after not talking to you for the twelve years you were in school together. You knew of him— it was impossible not to, and the two of you had been in a few classes as you’d grown up.
He stood before you, hands tucked in his pocket, as you turned to look at the posters on the wall.
Rest in Peace - Wally Clark.
Son, student, friend to all.
Memorial - September 31st, 4:30 PM, Gym
Poster after poster, taped to every few lockers and pinned twice or three times to every corkboard. His graduation picture lined the halls and mocked you every step of the way. Wally’s death rocked the school like a thunderclap, and any whispers of your tragedy were drowned out by an outpouring of grief for the star athlete.
No memorial. No justice. Not for you.
Hundreds of posters, his locker transformed into a shrine, and there were even some candles lit despite the fire code of the school. All the while, your locker remained untouched—just another metal door collecting dust.
A hand gently touched your shoulder, causing you to spin on your heel and jerk your attention to Wally once more.
“Sorry,” he said quickly, taking a step back, his hands raised in surrender. “I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
The phantom beating of your heart thudded dully in response. You hadn’t been touched in days, not since your body was hauled out of the locker room like a broken piece of equipment.
“What do you want, Wally?” you asked, sharper than you intended. His brow furrowed, but his smile didn’t waver.
“I wanted to check on you,” he said simply. “Mr. Martin said he talked to you, but you didn’t come to the gym. Thought I’d see if you were okay.”
You let out a harsh laugh, glancing back at the posters. “Do I look okay? I’m dead, Wally. Just like you.”
And yet, it seems no one gives a shit that I died.
He tilted his head, studying you like you were an unsolved puzzle. “Yeah, but… you don’t have to do this alone.”
“And you’re suddenly the expert on post-death coping mechanisms?” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Why do you care anyway? You didn’t even know me.”
Wally flinched, his smile faltering for the first time. “That’s not fair,” he said quietly. “We were in different worlds, yeah, but I knew who you were— who you are. And I know what the living are saying about us. None of it’s true.”
“Which part? The suicide pact? Or the one where I poisoned you because I was obsessed with you?” You spat the words like venom, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.
“The part where they act like you’re the villain,” he said, his voice steady. “Like you’re not worth mourning.”
That stopped you cold. You stared at him, waiting for the sarcasm, for the punchline. But his eyes held nothing but sincerity, and it made your stomach twist.
“You don’t owe me anything, Y/N,” he continued, stepping closer. “But I’ve been to that group a few times. It’s weird, and Mr. Martin talks like he’s out of some old self-help movie, but it’s… not awful. And it’s better than being alone.”
You wanted to snap at him, to tell him to back off, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you swallowed hard and looked away, your eyes falling to the scuffed floor.
The silence stretched between you, heavy and unyielding. Wally shifted, the rubber soles of his sneakers squeaking faintly against the floor. His patience grated on you, not because it annoyed you, but because it chipped away at the courage you’d been building up for the past two weeks.
“What’s the point, Wally?” you muttered, your voice cracking. “What’s the point of sitting in a room with other dead people, pretending like it makes any of this better?”
He exhaled sharply, almost like he’d been holding his breath. “It doesn’t fix anything,” he admitted. “But it’s not about fixing it. It’s about… not letting it bury you. We don’t have to be forgotten, Y/N.”
Your throat tightened at his words. The posters, the memorial, the tears shed for Wally Clark—they felt like they came from a different world. A world where your name didn’t matter, where your death was just a footnote. But his voice, steady and sure, pierced through the bitterness threatening to consume you.
“Fine,” you whispered, the word barely audible. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, the bright sincerity in his eyes almost painful. “I’ll go. Once. Don’t get your hopes up.”
Wally’s grin returned, slow and genuine. “That’s all I’m asking.”
The gym was plain, almost too small for the group of souls that had gathered. Mr. Martin, with his stiff posture and small accent, sat in the corner, his hands folded neatly in his lap. The group was sparse, and each person’s presence piled more and more nerves as you swept your gaze over them.
You felt the tug of skepticism as you sat in an empty chair. The group didn’t move to acknowledge you, a few eyes lifting from their spots, but no one spoke. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the lack of judgment felt almost alien.
Wally had sat next to you without a word, his presence oddly comforting as he simply offered a silent companionship. His clothes matched yours, save for his jacket, which you still had yet to remove. Some of the ghosts looked your way, but one’s gaze lingered between the two of you. She sat next to Mr. Martin, dressed in a short, colorful, and rectangular dress similar to things your older cousins would wear to events.
Mr. Martin cleared his throat gently, breaking the silence.
“Hello, everyone. I want to again thank you if you’re a returning member and welcome you,” he shot his eyes at you, “if you’re a new member. Since there are newer faces here, why don’t we go around the circle and just say our names.” He smiled, something uncanny lingering on his mouth as he turned to the girl staring between you and Wally.
“I’m Janet.” She said simply. Her voice was soft and concise, crossing her legs as the rest of the ghosts in the group introduced themselves.
“Hi, David,” said a man dressed in construction clothes, who was noticeably older than others in the group.
A boy not much younger than you piped up, a tie peaking past a Letterman jacket he was wearing, “I’m William.”
“Rhonda,” said one girl dressed like your estranged beatnik aunt, who had a seemingly never-ending supply of blow pops.
“And I’m Jasmine.”
The group wraparound had landed on you. You looked between everyone, searching out the chance they’d just let you past the introductions. Rhonda shot you a look of Come on, we’re waiting, and your lips were moving.
“I’m Y/N.” You hated how much your voice shook after you died, but the calm washing over you as Wally prepared his introduction was enough to make you forget it.
“I’m Wally.” He said, the sound of his golden smile ever-present in his words.
“Well, since we have a newbie,” Mr. Martin began, his voice soft but carrying pressure that you found hard to ignore, “Y/N, why don’t you start by telling us what brought you here today?”
All eyes turned to you, and the overwhelming need to jump from a top-story window returned a shock to your senses. The group waited once more for you to speak, some members exchanging glances that you’d catch in social settings when you were alive. Before you knew it, your lips were parting again and spurting words you were regretting the second you said them.
“I didn’t want to be here,” you started, your voice unsteady but not cracking. “I didn’t want to be dead, either. But what does it matter? It’s not like anyone cares about why I’m gone. They’re all too busy mourning him.”
You slung a hand towards Wally, not looking up, unable to see the faces in the room as you continued. “Wally gets all the posters, all the memorials. He was the star. The one everyone is giving a damn about. And I— I don’t even get a proper goodbye.”
Wally shifted beside you, but you didn’t want to hear him. You leaned your elbows on your knees and played with your fingers as you let the silence around you linger. You didn’t want to hear the words he or any of the other ghosts were going to say, and yet you prayed for the silence to end with something.
Mr. Martin, for once, didn’t jump in. Everyone around you was dead silent— pun not intended— and before you knew it, you were moving out of the gym and to a bench in the hall outside, tucking your knees under your chin.
You had no idea how long you sat there, your legs curled up underneath you, eyes fixed on the dirty hallway doors. Your chest felt hollow, and the anger had boiled down into exhaustion so deep you didn’t know if you could ever feel whole again.
The silence in the gym had crushed you. It wasn’t the kind of silence that made you feel at peace; it was the kind that forced you to confront all the things you hated about yourself, about how little people turned their heads at your murder. You’d never felt more alone, even when you were alive with your family as your only friends. Here, stuck behind glass to witness the aftermath of your death, you couldn’t do anything but watch as you were forgotten to time.
But you weren’t truly alone for long.
Wally’s presence, soft but steady, came through the gym doors, and you didn’t need to look up to know it was him. You felt his gaze on you before you saw it. His footsteps came slowly, as if he wasn’t sure how to approach you this time.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice unsure, though his usual easygoing nature had managed to bleed through.
You didn’t answer at first. The weight of everything was still crushing you.
You didn’t know what to say to him. All of it—every question, every unspoken feeling—was stuck in your throat.
“I just…” you began, the words coming out in a rush, “I don’t get it, Wally. How come it’s all about you? We both died, and yet there aren’t any memorials held in my honor or any remembrance of me being alive in the first place.”
Wally sat beside you, quiet for a moment. He didn’t touch you, didn’t speak right away. But you could tell he was thinking, his mind racing for something to say that wouldn’t make everything worse.
“Dalton surely isn’t going to forget you, I’m sure he’s already planning something in your honor— something, something better.”
Your resolve cracked suddenly, shattering in one fell move as you bowed your head and cried for the umpteenth time. Wally was silent but tried to offer a comforting hand on your back that you scooted away from instantly.
His presence was steady, but you could feel the tension radiating off him. You didn’t look up to see if he needed confirmation as to what your body was telling him.
“He… he was a monster. They’re letting him get away with it, I know they are, and it’s like no one cared that I was left for dead. People didn’t call me an ambulance or even see my body when it was still warm. Heleft me to rot in that locker room, and now he’s just strutting around like he’s lost something great, and I’m-” you hiccupped as you smeared tears away from your eyes, “I’m starting to feel like I’m going crazy because no one’s going to ever believe it happened. Even when the cops check out me, I just don’t think they’ll believe he’d do that kind of thing.”
Wally remained silent as you turned to look at him, his face pale and mouth slightly agape. Part of you wanted to know what he was thinking, what he wanted to say, and the other part wanted to burst up from your seat, run through the side doors, and condemn yourself to an eternity of sitting on the bleachers.
“I believe you.”
Out of everything you thought he was going to say, that didn’t even reach your mind. You turned to him, face beating to the rhythm of your heart, probably soaked from your tears and red from your crying.
“What?” You asked.
“You’re not crazy, Y/N. If anything, I think you’re braver than anyone I’ve ever known.”
“What?” You asked again, a small smile turning the slightest curve in your lips.
Wally laughed softly, slowly raising his hand to your face and thumbing the tears off your cheeks.
“You heard me,” he brought his hand to rest against your face, and you could feel the suffocating heat starting to leave you.
“What’s bravery have to do with any of this?” You questioned heat flooding in from where his palm remained against your cheek.
“It’s got to do with you sitting here, telling me,” he brought his other hand to lightly skim over the top of yours, “it’s got to do with you coming in and standing in these halls and bearing witness to the aftermath. I know you think the rest of the world is going to forget you, but, Y/N, I’m going to give my damnedest so you’ll never feel like that, ever again.”
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Of there was gonna be a zombies 4 (which there should me be I mean not complaining) ;) Anyway….
Vampires 🧛♂️ OR Mermaids 🧜♀️
Im down for either ❤️
Zombies 3 song :Alien Invasion song released full music video ❤️😘👇
https://youtu.be/hH-kUCX-vkA
Zombies three is almost out !!! ❤️✌️🧟
Best Disney Zombies Ships 🥹😘❤️🖤💜✌️
All the werewolf songs are rge best and I will die on that hill
(Was expecting a little booboo Stewart cameo because of that song wynter sung tho)
Watch "Alien Invasion (From "ZOMBIES 3")" on YouTube
Ok, I know this just came out yesterday but I'm obsessed with this song!
Nightmare
Based on Otp prompt generator:
A-Spen getting up in the middle of the night to make a snack and accidentally waking up Willa because they didn’t stop the microwave’s obnoxious beeping in time.
Tonight was a weird night, normally A-Spen didn’t get dreams or nightmares but tonight was the one night when they had to get a terrible nightmare of when they were being chased by Willa and her pack but instead of not being found, both A-Li and A-Lan were caught and killed. A-Spen themself wasn’t caught but losing the ones they had to protect and care for is worst than being found. They get out of bed to look for their glasses that allows them to research different subjects, only stopping when they almost trip over her sleeping guest, “Willa is sleeping over, I forgot.” A-Spen thought and smiled, “She’s less of a terrifying wolf and more like a puppy when she’s asleep, it’s cute.”
They snapped out of thought and grabbed the glasses from the dresser, “Nightmare remedies.” They whisper and millions of searches appear from comfort to food to sleeping again, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep again, but I am slightly hungry so I’ll try food.” They make their way downstairs and looks through the cupboards, eventually deciding on a packet of noodles, “Empty the packet, pour boiling water, cover and put in the microwave for 3 minutes. Seem easy enough.” They follow through with the instructions, accidentally burning themselves with the water in the process but soon the noodles were cooking, “Now to wait.”
They decided to put on their glasses again and search random results like aliens and laugh at the untrue facts, “We don’t have 3 eyes or green skin.” They thought and looks more into different representations of aliens, eventually finding the article about their arrival with A-Li and A-Lan, “I’m glad this was the planet we landed on.”
Soon, a loud beeping came from the microwave and interrupted their searching, “What’s happening? Is an alarm going off?” They look around in panic before remembering the microwave and quickly opens the door, “I hope I didn’t wake-“ They were interrupted by the kitchen door opening revealing Willa, “What’s with all the beeping?” “I was making food, I had a nightmare and the internet says food helps.” “You could’ve woken me up, what was the nightmare about?” A-spen puts the bowl down, “Remember when you and your pack were looking for me, A-Li and A-Lan?” Willa nods and comes closer, “Instead of us all being safe, you managed to catch A-Li and A-Lan…you killed them.” Tears started to fall from A-Spen’s eyes and Willa came over and hugged them, “I wouldn’t have killed them, if yous had taken or harmed the moonstone then maybe but we wouldn’t have then. I just would’ve tried to scare you into revealing your plans.” She holds them tighter, “Let’s get your food and we can watch something together, does that sound good?” A-Spen nods and they went to lie on the sofa. The night ended with credits rolling, cuddles, sleep, and an empty bowl.
Aliens’ first snow day
Based on Otp prompt generator:
Willa and A-Spen walking through town, holding hands while it snows.
Months have passed since the aliens’ arrival and things were normal in Seabrook. New and exciting types of monsters have started showing up and making their homes. However, despite being here for months, there was something that the aliens had yet to experience. Snow. They all know of the concept of snow and every part of its creation through the water cycle but they haven’t felt it or seen it.
It first started on the early morning of a random Saturday. Some people were starting to wake up ready to start the day and go to work, some people were even just going to sleep. But, on this early morning, the first snowflakes of the winter start to fall. Normally, the wintertime is a cold and miserable time for werewolves due to having no insulation. This year, however, the werewolves weren’t in their cold den, at least not at night. Due to their expansive technology, the aliens have managed to develop tardis-like advancements like being able to hide a large space in a small room. So, the werewolf pack was camping in A-Lan, A-Li, and A-Spen’s house until it starts to get warm enough for them to stay in their den at night.
It was still snowing at mid-day, at which the aliens started to wake up. After they all finish getting ready, each of them looked out of their windows. “What is that falling?” A-Li says to herself curiously before leaving her room and knocking on A-Lan’s door, “I think the clouds are falling apart.” He says once he opens the door, “I mean, what else could it be? Is A-Spen up? Maybe they have an idea?” They both nod and knock on their door, “A-Spen something’s wrong!” Their door quickly opened and A-Spen appeared looking panicked, “What’s wrong? Is Mothership damaged? Is Z-patrol here to take us away again?” They ask, thinking of when they first came to Seabrook for “the cheer competition”, “A-Lan thinks the clouds are falling apart, there’s white stuff falling from the sky.”
A-Li says then brings them over to the window, “Interesting…I doubt the clouds are falling apart but let’s go touch it!” A-Spen says happily. The trio go to their front door and gasp at the snow on the ground, “It’s definitely not cloud, it’s too solid-looking.” A-Lan sighs in relief yet slight disappointment, touching a cloud would be so cool, “What if we touch it? Is it toxic?” A-Li slowly puts her finger into the snow and immediately recoils, “It’s cold! Like freezing cold! She puts her hand into it again, “It’s not toxic, just cold…and wet.”
“It’s freezing, why do you three have the front door wide open?” Willa says, having just woken up from the warmth of her room turning into freezing cold air so she came to investigate. “Willa! There’s something cold and wet on the ground and we can’t seem to figure it out.” A-Spen lights up when she sees Willa and points to the snow on the ground. “You mean the snow? It normally comes around this time of year.” She goes over to the shoe rack and puts on some shoes and a coat, “Put your shoes on and come out.” A-Spen immediately goes over to put their shoes on while the other 2 do it slower than them yet still putting their shoes on. Once they all have their shoes on, they step into the snow and look around in wonder, “So this is snow?” A-Li picks some up in her hand and throws it at A-Lan, “It’s much different than what we’ve learned about it.” She laughs and dodges the snow that A-Lan throws back at her. The 2 delve into a mini snow fight, not yet a snowball fight since they’re just throwing snow and not shaping it into balls.
While the 2 are distracted, Willa and A-Spen sneak off and start walking past the houses, no set destination in mind, “Snow is pretty fun! I haven’t seen them have so much fun since before our mission. We tried to have fun on the mothership but there wasn’t much to do.” A-Spen smiles at their memories of their home planet, “They’re really special to me.” “I know how you feel, my pack is very special to me too. We’ve managed to create games that keep us entertained for a while and since we’ve been accepted, we’ve created more.” “I’d love to come and try some of your game, they seem fun.” “Yeah! I’ll ask my pack if you can come, A-Li and A-Lan too of course.”
They keep walking but eventually A-Spen started to regret not bringing gloves or a coat as they started to get cold, but not wanting this moment to end they didn’t say anything until Willa noticed, “Are you cold? You should’ve brought a coat but here.” She takes off her coat and wraps it around their shoulders. They put the coat on, “Thanks Willa but my hands are still cold.” Willa smiles and takes A-aspen’s closest hand, “Put the other one in the coat pocket.” A-Spen blushes slightly at Willa holding her hand and the two keep walking. Occasionally they bump into friends like Zed and Addison, “Aww I’m glad you found someone, you’re perfect for each other.” Addison gushed when they bumped into them, and Bree and Bonzo, “So cute! Like us!” “Zarble dooba dag.”
A-Li and A-Lan were very worried when they noticed A-Spen had disappeared but when they noticed Willa gone too, they figured they had gone together so they went back inside to warm up before the werewolves woke up and started to look for Willa. Obviously, once the two returned, they each got a lecture on how worried they were (Mainly Wyatt and Wynter asking for at least a note if Willa is going off somewhere, A-Li and A-Spen lecturing A-Spen on disappearing).
But everything was good in the end.