THAT BOY IS A MONSTER!
(Wreck it! Part 5 Can be read individually)
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4
CW: Violence, death, corpses, gore, blood, smut, zombie fucking (???). 18+!! The 18+ scene will be marked with a ◇ if you wanna skip it. P in V, handjob, unprotected
Words: 4.6k
Synopsis: You took care of Slurp without knowing who he was. After he escapes from Willow Hill, he finds you again. Isaac is aged up!
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A/N: Isaac looks like the gif, so he's absolutely not back to his pretty boy phase and the 18+ scene is gonna be UGLY! Especially the kissing. He's gonna still be moving like a zombie, making the weird zombie grunting he did in the series (every once in a while) and he has the tongue. My man doesn't even have lips yet.
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Then you blinked, and it wasn’t him anymore. A monster was staring at you from the other side of the window. It had short, dry hair, and couldn’t even smile, as it didn’t have lips, its teeth were sneering at you. The only human thing about it were its eyes. You stayed silent, looking at them. You swore you saw the man you had stopped living for 30 years ago. You could recognise those eyes anywhere.Calculating, beautiful, evil eyes. The eyes that made you do the unthinkable. Maybe you were imagining things, maybe it was just Slurp, Pugsley’s pet. Or maybe it was him. You slowly opened the window, his gaze lit up, then you reached out and cupped his cheek, he nuzzled into it, and then… you grabbed him by the hair and threw him on your bedroom’s floor. He whimpered as you pointed your gun at him.
“Who are you?”
“That’s not how I expected you to welcome me home…” He grunted in a low, dry voice. He barely sounded human. You placed the gun on his forehead. He huffed. “You’re fast for someone who hasn’t left her bed in weeks.”
“Who are you?”
“You know who.”
“Isaac didn’t look that disgusting.” You kicked his crotch and he swore loudly.
“If you don’t answer my question I’ll have to step on your throat next.”
“Okay, okay… Remember when I asked you to get my screwdriver for me? And then I made you fall out of the window?” You hesitated, and he quickly opened his shirt. Then you saw it: his heart. His metal heart, the one you had touched yourself. Your jaw dropped. You tried to breathe, but you could only choke on air. You took a few steps back as he got up. He slowly approached, you couldn’t move. Then he held your face and you froze. He placed his mouth on your lips, and when he pulled back, you still looked at him with the same wide eyes. He chuckled.
“Did you miss me?”
“How are you- How did you find me?”
“You brought me here, remember?”
“What?”
“I’m “Slurpy”.”
“What!?”
“You know…the one you would play fetch with, that you went on walks with. Your pet. I knew I recognised you, despite my brain not being in its greatest state. I didn’t know exactly who you were, but I recognised your scent. My conscience wasn’t exactly there yet, so I had to rely on smells to remember things. I knew I liked you, so my first instinct was to eat you. But then, I felt things that reactivated my memory, like the music I heard, the movies you’d make me watch, your voice… I started having vague memories when you took me home. I knew I wasn’t some pet, but I still let you treat me like one. I guess I knew I needed protection and food. I couldn’t eat brains all the time, I’d get caught, so I stayed with you. When you brought me back to Pugsley, I knew who I was, and I got better at calculating my attacks. I only ate brains at the right moments, when no one was watching.” You sat on the bed. You were barely breathing now. “Then I got sent to Willow Hill. I was convinced you’d come for me, but you didn’t. When I escaped, I started watching you. Then I understood. You spent your days locked up in your house, and you could barely leave your bed. It angered me to see how lonely you got.” He leaned closer.
“How are you even…”
“Didn’t Pugsley tell you how he brought me back to life?”
“I didn’t ask! Pugsley has been wandering around cemeteries since he was a toddler. It was only a matter of time.”
“He accidentally shocked me back to life, he was hanging around the Skull tree.”
“But your body wasn’t there.”
“It was. But not when you lost me.” He took your hands. “I didn’t die that night.” Your mouth went dry. You shook your head.
“But I felt your blood on me…I saw you. I tried to forget it for so long…”
“I was in a coma. I don’t know what exactly happened after, but when I woke up, I was being held hostage in a cell by Stonesheart, with a hand missing, and therefore without my ability to save me. He saw the perfect opportunity to steal my inventions, avoid being arrested for his illegal experiments by putting the blame on me, and use me as a lab rat…My family believed my body couldn’t be found, but I heard rumours about me being buried under the Skull Tree.” He sighed. “I spent around six years like that, but I never lost the will to escape. I knew I had to get to you…to Françoise too… Eventually, I managed to. Stonesheart had an emergency and he forgot to lock my cell, it was a miracle. I ran away. I started living in captivity, but I knew he was looking for me, he was sending people after me. I managed to live around six more years like that, but I was almost captured again several times. I looked for you, and I found you… You were alone, drinking on a bench. I wanted to reach out to you, but I knew I couldn’t, they were still looking for me. I’m the one who told your mother about your new life, your drinking habits… Anonymously, of course. I wanted you to get help. I got so close to your house once… I think Ophelia saw me. Then they found me. And they killed me. They buried me under the Skull Tree.” He sat on the bed next to you, you were quietly sobbing. He was still alive when you dug up his grave. You should’ve said something. You could’ve found him, saved him… You got up and he followed you.
“All these years…”
“It’s not your fault.” He took you in his arms. “I can’t believe how your “family” left you all on your own… Just like they always used to…They took you for granted and left you to rot.” He stroked your hair. “But I’m here now. You won’t have to be alone again.” You pulled back to look in his eyes. He smiled. “You’re so beautiful.”
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You closed the distance to kiss him. It wasn’t the pretty kiss you had imagined for years, he didn’t even have lips, you were licking into his mouth and grabbing his neck. You didn’t care the state he was in, whether he was alive or rotting, next to you or buried six feet under… it was always him, Isaac. The kiss got heated, and soon enough, you were fumbling with his pants' zipper. You pushed him against a shelf, and an old vase fell right next to your head, barely missing you before crashing on the floor. Many more pieces of furniture were broken while you kissed and pushed each other around, but you didn’t even notice. You palmed his length, you were surprised he was still functional down there after literally dying, so you weren’t about to let the opportunity go to waste. You stroked him in fast uneven motions and you could hear the ticking of his heart getting faster as he pulled on your hair, he bit your bottom lip harshly and pushed you on the bed. He didn’t lose a second and ripped your clothes off, then slammed into you. You cried out loud. He bit your shoulder and didn’t let go. You were screaming in both pain and pleasure, your blood was spreading on your clothes. You let him go faster, take everything he needed from you. It had been years since you had felt that way, and now that he was back, you’d let him do anything to you, take every part of you, use you, consume you and then keep what remained with him. You’d follow him anywhere, you wanted to feel this way forever, to stay with him. You grabbed his hair, your hold getting tighter every second. Then he pulled back from your shoulder, your blood all over his chin, while he kept thrusting into you. You pulled on his hair as hard as you could, and he groaned, he didn’t even sound human anymore. It wasn’t long until you both finished. He pulled back and licked his chin, his chest heaving. You felt the blood on your body, and you leaned in to kiss him again. A few minutes later, you were laying in bed with him, your hand on his chest, feeling the ticking on your palm.
“I can’t believe you willingly pretended to be a pet zombie.”
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It had been days since you hadn’t left your house, so all of the lights from this weird pilgrim-día del muerto crossover fair were actively burning your retina. Isaac was holding your hand as he limped through the crowd.
“God, Jericho is getting better at appropriating every year.”
He stopped in his tracks. “Do you want to go home?”
“No! I really needed to leave the house. Thank you.” You dragged him back into walking through the crowd. “Let’s go get cotton candy!”
You fed pieces of your cotton candy to Isaac while you were sitting on a bench. He was having trouble eating it without making a mess, grunting while chewing, which grossed out the people sitting in front of you two. He wasn’t fully human yet. He had always been the one in control of things, the one who was secretly helping you, fixing the messes you did, finding the solution to the equation. It felt nice to be the one helping him this time. You wiped his face. A kid started crying when he saw him. Some people complimented his makeup, but he never answered, he just kept eating the treat.
“Isaac! That’s Freddy Krueger!”
“So?”
“You loved A Nightmare on Elm Street when we first watched it!”
“I wouldn’t say I loved-” You were already pushing him towards the disguised employee.
“Excuse me, sir. My boyfriend would like a picture with you!”
“You don’t need to.” Isaac mumbled. The employee turned around and smiled.
“Woah, man! You can barely talk with all that makeup on! Come here!” Isaac reluctantly limped towards him as you took your phone out.
“Say cheese!” Isaac tried to smile as Freddy held him close, putting a claw on his neck like he was gonna kill him. You snapped the picture. Isaac stumbled back to you as the employee waved and walked away.
“The things I do for you…”
“You loved it.”
“What is this thing?” He took your phone in his hand.
You had fun with him, despite things feeling slightly eerie. You hadn’t seen him in 30 years and for the first time, the ticking wasn’t in your head anymore. It was like nothing had ever happened (if you closed your eyes and ignored the grunts he made in between words). You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that it really was him, Isaac, the one you had fought for. In a way, this permanent dreamlike state you were in distracted you from all the questions that you had been repeating in your head for years. You were just gonna enjoy this moment with him first, then you’d talk. You both rode the carousel’s horses, holding hands the whole time, then you asked a lady to take pictures of you together, and Isaac was letting you choose the one where you looked the best, you planned to get it framed. As you walked around the shooting games, Isaac pointed at a plushie.
“I remember I stole one like that when I was a kid.”
“I’ll get it for you after we finish the tour.”
You leaned in for a kiss. The general public didn’t enjoy seeing you two kissing, and Isaac wasn’t usually too big on PDA, but the occasion was too special to care.
“Oh my god!” You pointed at a sign.
“We’re not doing that.”
“Oh come on!” You tugged at his sleeve. “We’re the cutest couple here anyway.” And with that, you dragged him to the annual Jericho Couple Contest.
Middle-aged-corny-peaked-in-highschool-bland Jericho couples couldn’t beat you and Isaac. They were all dressed in uncreative costumes such as cat and dog (only the headbands of course) or the Joker and Harley Quinn (yawn). The contest was presented by a…mexican pilgrim skeleton (woah) who was speaking in an obviously fake spanglish. The contest started with a brief introduction of the contestants.
“PaRehah (pareja) numeroh (número) cincoh (cinco)!! Isaac and…-oh, the ink got a bit blurry there- this lovely señoridah (señorita)!!”
You held Isaac by the arm as you made your way onstage. Everyone cheered loudly at him, a few kids cried (again), but most people were admiring his “costume”. You bowed dramatically to the crowd, and Isaac tried to imitate you as best as he could, given his rusty body. You both made your way out as the next couple was being called. You straightened his clothes and fixed his hair a bit.
“We’re so winning this, Isaac.” You kissed his cheek.
“Don’t try to compensate for my humiliation with kisses.”
“Oh no, I’m doing this because I was going to announce to you that the next part is dancing.”
“No way.”
“Come on!”
“I can’t even walk normally! I’m not dancing!”
“Please! We haven’t had that much fun in 30 years!”
He glared at you for a few seconds then mumbled. “If this doesn’t prove my love for you…”
You were now under the lights, holding Isaac’s hand, waiting for the music to start. The adversary couple, Harley Quinn and the Joker, were standing a few meters away. The best couple of this duel would be chosen for the next phase. Lisa Standfield’s Black Velvet started playing, and you almost burst out laughing when you heard Isaac growl under his breath, he hated that song. You started moving in slow and smooth movements, Isaac, on the other hand…let’s just say he was trying to keep up. His undead body didn’t allow him to move like he wanted, he was contorting his body in tense, brusk motions, his dance was more reminiscent of a failed attempt at Thriller than Black Velvet. The couple next to you was objectively doing better, until Isaac stumbled on his feet and bumped into Harley Quinn, bringing her down and snatching her wig in the process.The public was laughing and chanting for a fight. The Joker rushed to her side and screamed at Isaac when she got up.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you son of a bitch!?” He started marching towards Isaac, but you got in the way.
“Stay back!”
“Get out of the way you bitch!” He pushed you. The host was already calling security when Isaac got up and stumbled towards the man, towered over him and opened his mouth wide. Next thing you knew, the guy’s face had been ripped off. Screams filled the fair, and a fountain of blood fell on the crowd. Security ran away and the host followed them. Everybody started pushing and running, several people falling in the process. You took Isaac’s hand.
“Let’s go!” You both ran away as fast as you could but you had to slow down for Isaac several times. Then you finally reached a place to hide: the haunted house. The people inside weren’t aware of the situation. When you reached the end of the house, you sat on a corner. People were back to congratulating Isaac on his makeup
“Sick makeup, dude!”
“Can I touch your face?”
“Can I get a picture?”
Isaac never answered, you were starting to regret cornering yourself in the house. You reached out to Isaac to take him to the exit, when you noticed him trembling, you got closer, a concerned look on your face.
“Are you okay baby?” He gagged, you held his shoulder, and then he did it. He threw up 3 fingers. A few people stopped in their tracks, confused, not knowing if this was staged or not. Then, Isaac threw up a whole puddle of blood, the room got submerged in the smell of blood. He stood up straight and stretched.
“Feeling better?” You patted his cheek and he nodded. The room erupted in screams again, people were running, pushing, most falling into panic without really knowing why. The room quickly got empty. Isaac took your hand.
“Let’s go.” You nodded, but before you could take a step, a familiar voice echoed in the hallway.
“Slurp?” Your eyes widened. Pugsley.
“He can’t see me here!” You whispered.
“Go. I’ll catch up to you.” You nodded and ran away, taking the emergency exit. You waited in the cold, hidden behind the restroom. You could hear the sirens getting closer. You noticed the plushie Isaac had talked to you about earlier, you bent over and picked it up, it was small enough to fit in your bag. You heard Isaac’s footsteps. He took your arm.
“Let’s get out of here.”
You opened the door to your living room and quickly got rid of your shoes. When you turned around, you saw Isaac wasn’t coming in. He was standing on the doorway, looking at his shoes, his face and shirt still full of blood.
“What are you doing?”
“I won’t spend the night.”
“Why?”
“I found this.” He pulled out a picture, on it was Françoise, his sister. She looked different. Older than the last time you saw her, before she had tragically passed. You hesitated.
“Isaac, Françoise is-”
“She’s not dead. Listen, I think Françoise has been locked up in Willow Hill by Judi, you’ve never met her, she’s Stonesheart's daughter. Now that all of her victims escaped, she’s sending a guy to get them. Well, she was, but then I found his body. And this picture.” He took it back.
“You’re gonna go look for her aren’t you?”
“Yes. And then I’ll find you again. You shouldn’t stay here. The police are gonna look for you.”
“Jericho is far enough. And the police department there is a joke.”
“Well, if they get you, I’ll get you out.”
You chuckled. “Okay…I’ll see you soon.” You kissed his red cheek. You pulled out the plushie. “Take that with you.” He looked in your eyes, if he could, you knew he’d be smiling.
“I guess I can keep it since my coat has these big pockets. Thank you.” He brought your hand to his mouth and took a step back. “I’ll come back for you. Soon.” He walked away, disappearing in the night.
The next few days were the most tense you had ever lived. The smallest sounds in your house made you believe Isaac was back. Then you’d flinch, run to the origin of the noise, and finally realise it was just a cat that had snuck in or the wind that had slammed a door. On a more positive note, the last time you had been this active was when you and Ophelia got close. Who knew where she could be now? Certainly not at a mental institution, as Mama and Morticia seemed to believe. Well, that was an old story, and now wasn’t the time to stop and ponder about it. You didn’t spend your days in bed anymore, you hadn’t cried yourself to sleep, you actually felt comfortable in your own house, you even started eating properly again! You didn’t feel like you were rotting from the inside anymore, and it was a nice change. Maybe, just maybe, the dream that had illuminated you years ago could become a reality. You thought about it all the time, even when you were making yourself look good (another habit that came back from the dead). Then the other questions made their way up your head. The ugly ones. Like why had Isaac lied to you 30 years ago? Would it be okay to ask him after all these years? Or would it burst your happiness like a bubble? Someone rang the door. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time and rushed to open it. Oh. Pugsley. And behind him…Gomez.
“Hi!”
“Pugsley. And you.”
“Oh! How I missed my sister in law!” Pugsley engulfed you in a hug and Gomez followed. You squirmed.
“Okay, okay. Enough! No hugs longer than five seconds.”
You sat in your living room with your two guests. Gomez was staring at you. He acted friendly, but you knew better. He looked like a shark, looking for blood.
“Puglsey was dying to see his favourite aunt.” Pugsley smiled at his father’s comment.
“And I died when I saw you two on my doorstep… Should I go get you two a drink?”
“No, Pugsley will.” He turned to his son. “Ves a por vino. ¿Sabes dónde está la cocina, no?”
Your nephew nodded. “Voy.”
You were now left alone with Gomez…Great. You had forgotten long ago about the bond you two used to share, you could've spent hours alone with him, making jokes, plotting, talking. Now you just wanted to run away. Especially with the way he was staring at you. You knew he had something to say.
“Did you have fun at the fair yesterday?”
“Yes, actually. The most fun I’ve had in a while.”
“I’m not here to listen to your sarcasm. Why is he here?”
“Go ask your son.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
“The sheriff was after you, you know that? Well, let’s just say I took care of it. If you want things to stay that way, you better tell me where he is.”
“I’m not scared of you or the sheriff. But fine, I’ll tell you. Isaac left town. He’s not coming back. He didn’t tell me where so people like you wouldn’t get it out of me. Yesterday was my last day with him. You’ll be okay.” He looked at you silently for a minute.
“I know I will. Well,” He got up. “I hope you’re telling me the truth. Because I won’t let that bastard hurt my family. You don’t want to be family, fine, stay with him and suffer the consequences, but you better not bring us into this. Stay away from us. ¡Pugsley! Ya no hace falta el vino, ¡nos vamos!”
Pugsley walked back in, looking dejected. “But I wanted to stay for a while…” Gomez glanced at you. “We have a lot to do today, son. Your mom just called me, she needs our help with something. You can chat with your aunt while I go to the restroom.” He left the room, looking at you like he was telling you it was the last time you’d see your nephew. Pugsley checked to see if his father was really gone and turned to you.
“I saw Slurp! He’s okay, he said he’s gonna live a new life!”
“That’s good to know.”
“So… can I come here Saturday? Like I used to?”
“Why? You’re at Nevermore.”
“Well, it’s pretty boring there you know?” You knew all too well. “Slurp is gone and Eugene won’t talk to me… Everyone is just soooo boring. They don’t even want to hang out in cemeteries.”
“I thought teens didn't like to spend too much time with their aunts. I know I didn’t.”
“Yeah but you’re fun! …Deep down. Very very deep down. Very very very-”
“Okay.” You hesitated, you knew you should say no. “Maybe I’ll let you pass by.”
You were in your underwear, changing into your night wear, when you saw a chunk of curly hair behind the window. Isaac. You ran to the window and opened it, he climbed in your room. You looked him up and down, he was different. His skin still looked grayish, but his features were recognisable now, and he finally had lips. His face was extremely thin, and it was wrinkled. His hair was back to the curly mess it used to be. You passed a hand through it.
“Look at you now…”
“I can finally do this.” He pulled you in for a deep, messy kiss. You closed your eyes as he bit your bottom lip, you felt it bleed and he licked it off. You pulled back, grinning.
“Did you find her? Or did you just want to see me change?”
“I did want to see you change, but I found her, we’re living in a shelter in her old house with her son.” He rolled his eyes at the last part. You hugged him.
“I’m so happy for you!”
He grinned. “Pack your things.”
“Yes.” You pulled back and looked at him. You’d give anything to be by his side like it used to be, but you needed to know. “I’ll stay with you. Forever. But I need to know…why did you lie to me that night?” He sighed and looked away. He hesitated, like he was really thinking about what he was about to say. Then he sat on your bed and took your hand.
“I was trying to build a machine that wouldn’t kill Gomez. I really tried. I worked on it for almost a year. Then something happened. My heart stopped. A crew moved the wrong way, or something got stuck in the mechanism… I’m not sure. All I know is that my heart stopped working for a few seconds, I hit my chest a few times and somehow it was fixed. This made me realise that my heart may not be as reliable as I thought, it’s just a piece of metal. One screw gets stuck and I could be over… After that, I was terrified that it would happen again and that I would actually die. I constantly felt like something was wrong with my heart, that it was broken, that it was about to stop. Maybe I was just paranoid, I don’t know, but I was sure that I was about to die, just like before the surgery. I was living the same old nightmare again. I was terrified. I was depressed and scared of the death I had been running away from since childhood. I thought I should speed up the making process of the machine so at least my sister could live a long life. And maybe I could live what was left for me with you peacefully. So I fixed the machine the best I could and decided to call Gomez, hoping it wouldn’t kill him. If my life was gonna be short, I wanted it to matter. Then Gomez was sitting on the chair, and I realised what was going to happen. I saw his eyes turn white. I felt my heart stop again, maybe I imagined it at the moment, maybe I had a panic attack. What I know is that, at that very moment, it didn’t matter to me anymore. If I could make my sister have a happy, long life and if I could die at your side, I didn’t care about the consequences. Everything was gonna end soon anyway. Well, that’s what I thought. But you already know what happened after that. I didn’t tell you so you wouldn’t get hurt if things went wrong.” He looked up to you. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not a good excuse, it sounds stupid.”
“It doesn’t.” You placed your hand on his chest. “How is your heart doing?”
“Good. As long as I keep taking care of it and that I always have an emergency kit nearby…I should be okay.”
“I’ll stay by your side. I’ll be there if anything happens.” He kissed you again.
“Then pack your things. It’s time you join your real family.”
A/N: I speak spanish too, and I decided to use it for good bc Gomez definitely speaks Spanish to his kids. I'm surprised I posted this week! Take it as a Halloween gift from me! I hope you enjoyed :)
