Hii theree , i was wondering if you would ever consider writing a zombie patrick hockstetter x reader fic? like please i cant find any , anywhere😭😭 and your one of the best authors ive ever read
omg this is like the biggest compliment ever !! Thank you!! Yes yes i can eeeek!!!
Please give me your opinions on it! I can always write another or maybe more !!!
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The quarry within Derry stood at a stand still, the dark forest surrounding it becoming quiet , eerily quiet. Way too quiet for a place full of wildlife especially this late into the summer, the rivers were usually busy with the new species of fish and the woods way too full with noisy birds who flew at the sound of every movement or even smaller animals that ran at the sound…but not this summer..no no something was different. There was a darkness hidden beneath, breathing in every sign of life and engulfing it into the darkness. The grief buried in Derry didn’t help , the church bells sounding every time a child went missing, the crumbled and weathered missing children posters drowning each wall or street . The usual sounds of happiness in the streets or along rows of houses now gone, replaced with fear from both children and adults …
You’d stood there , searching for any hope or sign of your old friends or even your old boyfriend ; Patrick Hockstetter. Patrick wasn’t the one to just go missing, you knew as much or at least you hoped you did, he’d tell you if he ever was to stray off or even pack his things and go. Patrick would share his every thought, every feeling ; morbid or not , they’d spill out no matter what or where. Sometimes in intimate moments or even when you were about to sleep, he’d snuggle close and whisper something that would for sure keep you awake a little longer . He’d never play a sick joke on you, not when you were the only other real person around and especially not when you were sworn to keep the secret of the fridge and the horrors kept deep in it. You stood there , water lapping at your boots as you stared down at the lake ; genuinely debating if the search was even worth it. He’d been missing for months now and each one felt less and less hopeful. You’d seen him before he left , that stupid smile on his face as he’d kissed you and left . Promising to come back…and he hadn’t . You cried at first , cried so hard you’d broke your skin and so hard your throat had swelled. You were tired , too tired to sleep and too tired to eat. You knew Patrick wasn’t missing, a part believed he’d been murdered or maybe kidnapped and the other..the other just chose to ignore any option. You couldn’t handle the actual thought of your boyfriend coming to harm, it’d kill you if they’d found his body first . You wanted to find it, incase there was some sort of fighting chance he was still there..but every day until curfew you search and each time became less and less hopeful. It just became exhausting, your hopes highering just to crash back down again and send you home with a tear stained face and a broken, blooded bottom lip.
A snap alerted you this time, snapping you from each and every thought you had right now. Your head turned , eyes narrowing in the direction of one of the pipes , the setting sun hitting it and making the pair of eyes staring back at yours appear darker..almost red in the light. You’d quickly shook your head and blinked away, the lack of sleep finally making you delirious…right? You’d turned , taking that as a sign that you were ready to go home and that this. This lack of sleep, this lack of genuine happiness was getting to you, that the grief had finally fully hit and you were suffering. You’d practically hurried out of there , ankles rolling as you sprinted away like some sort of hunted deer.
The darkness over Derry soon became rain, hard rain . The kind that left you soaking , cold and in pain from the sheer heaviness of it , you’d practically pushed yourself through your door . Running upto your room to change and dry off, not able to shake off the feeling of being watched . Your mind spiralling , body cold , heart racing straight out of your chest and into your throat . You’d changed into one of Patrick’s old shirts and a pair of old shorts , jumping into your bed and hiding under the blankets like a scared child. You’d heard thumping from each step and corner of the house , each one nearing closer and closer. You’d prayed it was just your blood rushing , creating some sort of noise..but a part of you knew it was something..someone else. The pair of eyes from the quarry, perhaps they’d followed you home and broke in. You tried to shake it off, convincing yourself it was a lack of sleep.
A lack of sleep that made your skin crawl and your stick up right..? The kind that made your leg be pulled , the blankets dropped from your body, a weird force that pushed you upwards and deeper into your bed. The kind that groaned and growled , that sank in your bed and hovered over you. The kind that looked like your boyfriend only greyer, only bruised and more bloodied . The kind that made your boyfriend look dead. Insanely dead. The kind that made your eyes stay stuck and your lips open. The kind that stopped you from even reacting. This wasn’t real, it was a lack of sleep..right ? A lack of sleep that somehow made your boyfriend appear right infront of you..sure.
Whatever this…was , it was Patrick. Patrick Hockstetter. Patrick Hockstetter who’d been missing for months . Patrick Hockstetter who’d been your boyfriend of a year. Patrick Hockstetter who’d broke a kids noise for looking at you wrong Patrick Hockstetter who’d snuck into your room multiple times to make out with you and ask you weird questions. Patrick Hockstetter who believed death didn’t exist and if it did then everything around him would die too. Patrick Hockstetter. A dead Patrick Hockstetter.A version of Patrick Hockstetter that didn’t exist..right.? Right.
Your eyes slammed shut , mumbling some sort of pleas for your mind to just go back to normal. Only when they opened again were they met with the same eyes you’d fallen inlove with , the same eyes that’d stare into yours every day, the same eyes that’d been fascinated with you. You froze , not wanting to believe that this was real. Oh but a part of you longed for it to be real, for your Patrick to be back and set everything into place again.
“Pat..?” You mumbled , sitting up as you analysed the boy infront of you. He looked like Patrick, had that same wild look in his eyes, had the same clothes on that you’d last seen him in, had the same hair, the same features, the same mannerisms.He didn’t speak back for a moment, his hands bruised and bloody only gently moving upto you and cupping your face . His eyes scanning your face , lips parting as he pressed his forehead against yours .
“I’m real.” He hummed out , the same voice you’d grown so accustomed to, the same hands that you’d grown attached to, the same smell you’d loved. He stared , lips smirking before they hit yours . Softly as to not startle you before he pulled away again.
“‘m not sure..” He shrugged before giggling, that same manic laugh he’d always had. You were relieved, a lot relieved but something was off , he didn’t feel like Patrick. He behaved, looked, sounded like him but he wasn’t him, your Patrick was warm, meaty, alive. He didn’t feel like a corpse , like a cold slab holding you right now..
“You feel dead…” The words left your lips before you could even process them.
“I feel dead..” He scoffed out, eyes narrowing for a moment, “pretty sure i am.” He pulled away, scanning for you a hint of something other than fear .
“you’re dead…?” You scoffed out, convinced you were actually just going insane. Your body hitting your bed frame , eyes stuck on him before your body actually processed it , your mind now running wild and your heart racing more than ever.
“But i’m real..so i’m not.” He shrugged , typical Patrick to blow off something so important. His hand moved up to his shirt, lifting it to show off some open wound . A small wound that mirrored that of a small bite mark, still there, unhealed, open and decaying. The sight was enough to make your tears stream, head snapping away as you gasp, “pretty sure this would’ve healed if i was dead..huh?” His head tilted in your direction as your hand shooed him away. His hands coming up to drop his shirt and his smirk coming back, that maniacal laugh leaving his lips.“Crazy..huh? I’m like one of those undead-“
“You’re seriously laughing..?” Your eyes snapped back to him, you were hurt..angry and overall confused. Your boyfriend goes missing, somehow dies and comes back like it’s all normal..like this was an average day for him. He froze , smirk stopping for a moment before he shook his dead . His eyes narrowing .
“Please this is like the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m real .” He scoffed out, nice to know patrick’s deluded mind was still intact . His only thought being about how he was real, how he’d probably cheated death and how it all made sense cause he was the only real thing on this planet..besides well you…
“You went missing for months. Do you have any idea how fucking insane this is?” You’d gasped out, head shaking and voice trembling, too close to crying to even care that you were arguing with your dead boyfriend, “and you’re just sat there laughing like it’s normal-“
He froze again, eyes scanning before his arms pushed you into him, his hands playing with your hair , “i’m real, i’m…real..” He whispered, “i survived death..i’m-“ He froze , his mind finally realising why you were so hurt and so confused , “listen I…i don’t know what happened. One minute I was going about my day and the next I wake up in the sewers and covered in blood. I’ve poked the holes, no pain. No pain anywhere . I’m like dead..” He mumbled , pushing your head upto face his, “but i’m here…i’m not gonna go again. “
You stared up at him, “you have no idea how hard it’s been.” You whisper out , eyes scanning his face , “i thought you’d left me..” that earned a scoff from him, a laugh leaving his lips at the thought of him ever leaving you..not after he’d stalked you for months and became so obsessed with you that he’d broke into your house just to convince you to date him. “I didn’t wanna believe you’d leave me but it just got worse and worse every day, Patrick I thought you died.”
“I did die and i’m somehow back here , with my girlfriend who i’ve missed and who’s actually like a total pussy right now-“ He smirked and you’d instinctively hit him, watching his face contort before a barrel of laughter left his lips, you were hurt and somehow Patrick didn’t even realise how much his disappearance had affected you. Maybe it was his lack of empathy, awareness or maybe it was because his death only felt like mere seconds. “I missed you too..only every thought about getting back to you..” He hummed out, lips capturing yours before he’d pushed you closer . You’d complied , letting him as you accepted that your boyfriend…dead or undead… had come back. To you.
“Missed you more..you don’t understand how much I needed you.” You admitted , hands tangled in the mess of his hair but you’d worry about that later..you’d worry about the mess later or even how this was going to work later. None of it mattered right now.
“‘m here now..never gonna leave again until you kill me..which is gonna be like hard since i’m already dead..” He joked , pushing you so close that your warmness had finally reached his coldness creating some sort of luke warm sensation between the two of you, his hands trialing your hips , his lips finding yours before finally fully capturing them….
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Thank you…! Remember you are loved ! Remember to eat, drink and most importantly rest !!
