(srry about no recent chars i got hit in the head w a axe/j anyways.. yeah js no motivation, school is so draining, forgot my layout, writers block.. the whole package)

Whilst the flesh rots, the brain yearns for freedom. -a quote I just made up. Right now.

So. You. You’re Andrew. You live(d) with your friend, Ivan. Axe in your head, you ..died? Lobotomized? I’m not sure. All i know is that thinking is foggy, and every day a piece of your skin rots and has to get bandaged so it stays on and your body still moves right. For the game, of course.

Everything is for the game at this point.

..what happened?

So. As said, the axe incident happened. If you didn’t play Bad Things (on Roblox), basically you (Andrew) was leaving on Christmas Day because of the abuse, and in a panic Ivan grabbed the axe and the blade struck your head. Dead in the middle.

Now, time for the AU part of the lore.

The guilt hit FAST. Like a gunshot, aimed straight at his heart. O-or chest- I don’t know. He couldn’t possibly call 911 or the police, they’ll get suspicious and take him (Ivan or Andrew) away. And so, an idiot with no medical experience started bandaging him up. Using medical tape to try to keep their head in one piece instead of broken down the middle. With.. success? The bleeding stopped. Aswell as the heart.

But, as we all learned, all good things come to an end.

One day, the scent of expired meat was strong in the apartment. Ivan thought, surely, that some meat in the fridge just started rotting.. but it didn’t come from the fridge. It came from where Andrew currently lays. On the chair he usually would, dead. When Ivan learned about this, he, in a panic and not wanting to get kicked out of his apartment complex, grabbed a syringe, grabbed a random medical liquid (fucking cough medicine) and put it in the syringe, then went to Andrew and injected it into Andrew. The scent didn’t falter. So, he hid up the smell with an air freshener. Sprayed it directly on the body.. weird it worked, first of all.

And a couple hours later, he was up and running! Like normal! Like before the incident!

..Sorta.

Yes, it did smell like rotting flesh. Yes, it was technically immortal. Yes, Ivan gave it daily injections so it would stay alive. Yes, he covered up the scent with the air freshener. And yes, Ivan was now technically a babysitter.

So, now. You are It. The corpse. The dead thing. You currently sit at the table in Ivan’s room, coding and adjusting the script in your game, Ivan’s abandoned script lie on the corner. He’s been.. better than before your death. You couldn’t remember that, though. Thinking in general is hard, your brain is all foggy and fuzzy. You write down on a stickynote nearby that you might need some bandaging on your wrist for layer, your vocal cords don’t work as well as they did before death. Ivan is watching TV in the living room right now.