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Alone. That’s how he felt. Rejected. Okay, maybe that’s too far. But that’s how he felt! All he wanted was to make some friends here at Nevermore, but so far he was a outcast. Huh, an outcast among outcast. Oh the irony.

So that’s how he ends up walking to The Skull Tree from Ajax’s story. Maybe checking the tree out would make him more popular. After all, Ajax said only the bravest would go to the tree and listen for the boy’s machine heart ticks. Maybe then Eugene would want to be friends, instead of just being around him as a favor for Wednesday.

His genius sister. He looked up to her, of course. How could he not? But that doesn’t mean he didn’t feel jealous from time to time. Especially when she got most of the attention. His family did love him! But he always felt… behind. Like he should be more than he was. Live up to being a Addams. His family Legacy. But no one wanted him as himself.

Maybe he is being dramatic. Wednesday always is annoyed by him being over emotional. Huh, but then if you look at her friend Enid…

Pugsley shook his head a continued his walk in the woods. This was not the time to get lost in thought about the irony of situations, or his family.

The moon was bright as he walked, and the fog was making hard to see far ahead. The atmosphere was foreboding, warning of the danger that lies ahead. Sure to make any normie turn back, or even wet them self’s.

He smiled when he got to his destination. Holding his shovel in his arms went to The Skull Tree and put his head close to hear the ticks of the boy’s heart. “Tick..Tick”
He smiled again. He was going to do it. Dig the boy up and get the heart. That would make him popular. That would-

A bat flew out of the tree, scaring him away. He trip over and fell to the ground. Maybe because of his surprise, it causes him to use his power and electrify the ground. Before he can even get up, he feels the ground move behind him just in time to see an arm shoot up from it. He crawled back in fright.

The body is pushing itself out of the ground. Cracking its limbs in place. Getting up was a corpse. A rotting, disgusting, terrifying, and… incredible..

He smiled at the corpse, or should he say zombie? The Zombie looked at him, blurry eyes, rotting flesh, bone, cracked skull.
Could the zombie see? He looked at it in amazement. A real zombie! He doesn’t know how long him in the zombie stared at each other but he snapped out of his overall shock and disbelief when he heard a raven crow. Pugsley picked himself off the ground, never taking his eyes off the thing in front of him.

The zombies eyes followed his movements, never taking his eyes off him either. Never blinking, huh, just like his sister. Pugsley walked towards the creature, putting his hand out to touch him. It stood still as he touched its shoulder.

Its amazing. A real zombie! How cool! And he was touching it too! It didn’t seem bothered by him, that would be a first. Wait a minute… could he keep him?

Like… how could he not? It was the first creature in Nevermore that he met that seemed like it was okay for him to be around and was not bothered. Well, it did just come out of the ground. But thats all the more reason to keep it. Him. It’s a boy that use to be a student, so he should stop thinking of him as a it. Especially if he wanted him to be his friend.

Pugsley moved his hand from his new friend’s shoulder to the cloths the corpse was wearing. He wanted to look at it. The mechanical Heart. From the story. He opened the tear in the cloths. He looked up to the zombie’s face. Blank. Staring. As good as a yes. Pugsley finally looked at the machine. Fascinating.

There was a sphere in the middle of the heart with gears surrounding it, moving. When he shocked the ground he must have jump started the creature’s heart. Or it’s body. Doesn’t matter. It’s that he brought the thing back to life that mattered.

Pugsley still had his hand on his new friend when a sound came from the woods. It seemed to startle the zombie, he lunged at Pugsley, getting on top of him and looking done with dead eyes. Pugsley, now kinda scared, zapped him.

The zombie fell on his back. Crawling away. Pugsley felt bad, he didn’t want to hurt his friend. But maybe it was like when you spray a cat with water when they are being bad. Or when Wednesday used to throw a knife at him if he was getting on her nerves.

“I’m sorry.”

The first words he spoke to his new friend. Pet? Both.

“But you can’t bite me. I wanna help you.”

The zombie looked at him. Like he was considering his words. Or maybe not. It was zombie after all, brainless. He still liked to think that his new friend understood.

“Come on, follow me”

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To be honest, Pugsley didn’t know how he got the zombie to follow him through the woods. He talked to the rotting flesh the whole time, excitedly making plans on all the stuff they were gonna do. Because thats what you do with friends right? Hang out and talk. Well, it’s not like the moving corpse could talk but that was fine with Pugsley. Him being there and somehow agreeing to following him was enough.

Once they had been walking for twenty minutes, Pugsley finally realized that he could not just take a zombie back to his dorm. Too many people, and his new pet didn’t seem too keen on sudden movements.

Where could he take him that was nearby? That was secluded, and he could visit his friend in peace without anyone bothering them.

The Hummer shed!

Not many people go there. Except Eugene. But maybe he would think his friend was cool and also be Pugsley’s friend. Or not. Either way that was the best option. He couldn’t and wouldn’t abandon his friend, no, friends stick together. And he wanted to show the creature what good friend/owner he was to get his trust.

“ Follow me, I’ll give you a nice new home buddy.”

The zombie just looked at him and kept following. Pugsley wasn’t to sure on names yet, but he will figure it out later.

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When they finally got to the shed Pugsley opened the door for his new friend to come in.

“ This is your new home! That way I can visit you all the time. I do need to get you a leash though, not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that we need to do more training to get you used to things.”

The creature just looked at him in the dark shed. Unblinking.

Awesome.

“ Come sit down” Pugsley point at the floor, siting down himself. “I have tons more to tell you”

So for the next couple of hours Pugsley talked to the zombie as they both sat on the floor of the Hummer shed. The zombie seemed to listen, eyes staying on Pugsley as he talked about his hobbies, his family, his fascinations, and his hopes for school life at Nevermore.

“ I just was hoping when I got here things would be different then regular school. I used to be bullied at my old school, and I was hoping to make some friends. But no matter where I go, I am always an outcast. Even in a school of freaks, I am alone, rejected, lonely, no friends…”

Pugsley was looking at the floor when he realized that a tear had shed from his eye. He looked up at the creature. He hurried and wiped his face.

“ But I have you! And you’re my friend now. Best friend.”

Because why not? If this zombie was going to be his only friend, doesn’t that make him the best?

“…arghhh..”

The zombie finally made a sound! Pugsley grinned. That sounded like a yes!

“ And pet of course, you are both best friend and pet. People say that dogs are man’s best friend. So why can’t the same be for you?”

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When the Sun started come through the cracks in the walls of the shed, Pugsley finally remembered the idea about a leash. He got up and looked around the shed and surprisingly there was a chain with a metal collar attached to it. Even had a lock and key for the collar part. Huh. Convenient. Maybe this shed was used by a different club back in the day. Whatever. At least it solved that problem. He turn back around to his pet. Holding up the leash to show him.

“ Hey, so I still need to put you on a leash for now.”

He walk over to behind his pet and tied the chain part as tight as he could to the pole of metal. Then turned to his zombie.

“So… I’m going to put this on you. Please don’t bite me.”

The undead just looked at him. With the permission Pugsley got from his blank face stare. Pugsley bent down and put the collar are his neck. Surprisingly… his pet didn’t fight or bite him. Just stayed still. But when he was putting the lock on the collar, His zombie opened his mouth slightly and a long, LONG, tongue came out. Pugsley froze. He was shocked. But before he could do any thing, the tongue slowly moved towards his face. Then to the side of his head, to his ear. His pet was licking his ear lobe. Moving in slow , caressing it in circular motions. Saliva dripped down from it, going fro his ear to his cheek. It startled a strange noise out of Pugsley. One he had never made.

Pugsley felt heat spread across his body. He didn’t know what this feeling was. The closest thing he could think of was the thrill of when Wednesday would put him through a fun kind of torture. It depends on the type of torture , some are fun, some not so much.But the thought of his sister doused the fire of whatever feeling was inside of him.

He opened his eyes. (When did he close his eyes?)He finished the lock on the collar attached to the chain and pulled back from his friend. They stared at each other for a minute when a sound came from outside. Pugsley stood up, and so did the zombie.

Pugsley moved to the door and went outside. Quickly closing the door behind him. When he turned around he saw that it was Eugene. Fuck, how was he going to explain the situation?

“ You weren’t there at lights out last night.”

Eugene said. His voice was accusing, and face suspicious. Like he thought Pugsley already was causing a problem.

“ Don’t worry. I didn’t tell Ajax.”

Pugsley felt a little relieved-

“ What were you doing in the Hummers Shed? Please tell me you weren’t eating bees like your creepy uncle.”

Eugene was already thinking that he did something bad. What a great way to start.

“ I know you and I aren’t exactly friends, but can you keep a secret?”

Pugsley hoped that putting trust in Eugene was a good idea. After he said that, Eugene immediately started moving past him to get to the Shed door. Pugsley looked out into the woods to make sure no one else was there before quickly coming in too.

“I swear, if even one of my bees are missing, I’m telling Wednes…”

Eugene didn’t finish his sentence, because he stopped in sentence and in movement the moment he saw Pugsley’s zombie. The zombie slowly moved from the wall and saw Eugene. Eugene’s fear was written all over his face. Pugsley couldn’t blame him. He just had to get to know his pet

As he thought that, the creature suddenly lurched at Eugene. Eugene yelled in fright, but Pugsley quickly zapped his pet.

“Down boy.”

He didn’t not like hurting his pet, but when training you need to stay consistent. His pet moved back to the corner. Eugene took out his inhaler and quickly took some breaths in.

“What is that?” He asked still breathing hard and scared.

“The coolest thing ever!” Said Pugsley. He hoped he can show how cool the zombie is.

“ Now We have a pet, and a best friend.” Truly the zombie was Pugsley’s. But he is trying to get Eugene to be his friend, and let him use the Shed, so he has to sell it like they both get something out of this.

“Watch this. It gets cooler.”

Pugsley walked over to his pet, his initial reason for even going Skull Tree was his best friend’s machine heart. He stood beside the rotten flesh and opened the hole in his cloths to show the heart to Eugene.

“ Remember that story Ajax told us our first night here? It’s all true! I jump started his clock-work heart and brought him back to life.” Pugsley said excitedly, show some electricity between his fingers. He barely noticed his pet flinched and step away from him. Too excited show casing his extraordinary pet to his hopefully-soon-friend.

Eugene stared at the undead boy. “ This really is the boy from the Skull Tree. He’s not an urban legend. He’s one of us.” Eugene finally said.

“ Which is why we should keep him locked up here forever.”

They were both watching the zombie move around and make noises, ever since that first noise he made, he hasn’t stopped.

“I don’t think that’s a very safe idea. Or a sanitary one. We need to tell someone before he eats us.”

“He won’t” Pugsley trusted his best friend.

“Besides, he’s got no brain. Which means he’s harmless as a slug.” It didn’t hurt to add.

The corpse pulled the chain tight again and growled. Scarying Eugene.

“He’s hungry, though.” Pugsley admitted.

Eugene went to his shelf of jars and pick up one. “ What about honey? It’s nature’s perfect food. Uh, antioxidant, antibacterial, low glycemic index.”

Eugene still looked scared like the zombie was gonna jump him any second. Which, well, he might. But Pugsley knew his friend wouldn’t eat them.

Eugene popped of the gar lid, and gingerly tried to hand it to the creature in front of them. Smiling nervously with his shoulders hunch up to his head. The zombie snatched it from his hand and chugged it down. Eugene flinched back and was grimacing again.

Pugsley looked to Eugene and said, “See, he likes it.”

Eugene smiled a little. They both look back at the zombie. He stopped moving, heaved once, then opened his jaw a threw up the honey back, in liquid form on both Pugsley and Eugene.

Eugene go the worst of it. He got the full throw up in his face, his hair, all over his clothes, his glasses, and even inside his mouth. He spat out some of it and wiped his glasses. Definitely not smiling any more.

Pugsley on the over hand was ecstatic. He did get throw up on his clothes and a little on his cheek. But he didn’t care and had a big smile on his face. The name for his friend finally came to him!

“ I think I’m gonna call him Slurp.” He told Eugene excitedly.

Eugene just slowly turned his head to look at Pugsley, thinking “how did I end up with this guy as my roommate?”

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Later, after they turned back from being stone. (“Fuck you Ajax. You can’t trust anyone. Not on prank day.” Is what Eugene said after they turned back from stone. Pugsley on the other hand really liked it.) Pugsley persuaded Eugene that after breakfast they should go back to check on Slurp. They only have been gone for an hour, and Pugsley could go by himself. But he was worried about his pet and friend, also this seemed like it was driving Eugene unknowingly to spend more time with him and be friendly.

They went back to the Hummer’s Shed. There he was. Slurp. Just how they left him.

“He’s still here.” Smiling as soon as he saw his friend.

“ I don’t know if it’s the smell of rotting flesh, or the after-affects of that ungrateful gorgon stoning us that’s making me nauseous.” Eugene said while pushing up his glasses.

Pugsley meanwhile was already pulling something out of his bag. “ All this excitement is making me hungry.” He said taking out his food.

“What is that?”

“Mystery meat sandwich. From the cafeteria.”

“Nobody ever actually eats those! The meats made from ground up chicken brain and pig butts.”

“I think it’s tasty.” Pugsley said opening it up to see the delicious meats in the sandwich. “It reminds me of Uncle Fester’s Romanian goulash.”

“Eugh” Eugene said in disgust.

“He said he makes it with real ghouls.” Pugsley said while holding the sandwich out for Eugene to try. That’s when Slurp swiped it out of his hand. Making Eugene yell in surprise. Slurp began shoving the food down. Eating with great gusto.

“ He likes it too. Good Slurp.” Pugsley said, happy that his best friend has the same likes that he did. Best friends shared food, right?

“No surprise.” Eugene said, his face showing how disgusting he thought seeing the monster eat was. “That stuff’s not made for the living.”

Eugene then got up and started putting on his backpack. “We’re gonna be late for class.” He said, already going towards the door.

Pugsley went closer to Slurp. “Don’t worry boy. After dinner we’ll come back with a whole backpack of mystery meat.”

Pugsley said this because he didn’t want his pet to get to much separation anxiety. Well, maybe he’s projecting. But he still wanted to reassure his friend. His only friend.

Eugene was standing by the door, still disgusted when Pugsley got up to leave with him.

Pugsley was sad he had to leave Slurp. He just got him last night, and he felt it was maybe too soon to leave him alone for long. But it would be suspicious if he was skipping school. And Wednesday would be hot on his trail. So he followed Eugene out the door. Thinking about how he was gonna steal all that meat from the cafeteria. Maybe he should get Slurp a bowl.

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Meat…..Pugsley……follow….

The chain held the thing back.

It pulled the chain harder.

Must….follow….friend?

The thing screamed.

Must… find….BRAIN..

And sound was heard behind it, the chain broke.

Must..find….brain…

The thing started moving.

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Pugsley was in class when it happened. He was hiding behind a desk shocking Professor Orloff. It was still prank day after all. The Professor was getting angry.

“Listen up people. Unless the perpetrator reveals….”

Professor Orloff was talking, but Pugsley stopped paying attention when he heard a noise from the door. It was Eugene.

“We’ve got a problem. Come on.” He whispered.

Pugsley immediately snuck out the door. What happened? Was it Slurp? Is he in trouble? Did Wednesday find him? He knew he shouldn’t have left him alone…

Eugene drag him down the hallway. Pugsley was impatient to hear what happened. “What?”

“ Your pet zombie, Slurp. He’s escaped.” Eugene said, then he started running down the hallway.

Pugsley was stuck in place, and not because anyone sticky trapped him. No. His best friend is gone. Shit. He has only had one for less than 24 hours, and already he left him. Did he leave because he was tired of Pugsley? Like everyone else? Or because he was hungry? Maybe he was lonely and wanted to look for Pugsley. Slurp’s so brainless, he can’t be counted on to stay out of trouble. What if he’s scared, someone could hurt him, if they find him.

That thought pushed Pugsley to move.

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Pugsley and Eugene searched through the woods around the Hummer’s Shed for 2 hours.

“We’re never gonna find him!”Eugene said frustrated.

“We gotta keep trying, he’s somewhere near by, I know it.” Pugsley said desperately. He’s not going give on his only friend.

“ Well you can keep searching, I’m going back to class.” Eugene said, while walking back to school.

Pugsley watched him go. He couldn’t force him to stay and help. He should be grateful Eugene even helped him for this long. Especially when he looked so irritated to be around Pugsley.

Pugsley continued his search for hours, often checking the same places over and over again. He even checked the Skull Tree. Maybe Slurp wanted to go back in the ground? Away from Pugsley…

But he persisted. Going till it became dark outside. That’s when Pugsley broke. Slurp left him. He fell to his knees and cried. He’s just met Slurp yesterday, but he felt a connection to him. He raised the creature from the dead, and the zombie willingly followed him. Pugsley thought the feeling was mutual between them. Was he wrong?

He must have cried for a while because the moon was fully out, and it had started raining. Great, now he would be soaked.

Pugsley got up from the ground in a daze. Snot and tears running down his face. He must look pathetic. His family would be ashamed. But he didn’t care, he just lost a best friend. He deserves to cry.

He walked back to the Hummer’s Shed. He was going to have to stay the night there. Again. Because it was way past lights out, and he didn’t want to get in more trouble then he’s probably in.

When he open the door to the Shed his eyes immediately were drawn to the dark figure in the corner.

Like a shadow in a morgue. A raven in his chamber. Terror personified was back in front of him again

“SLURP!” He screamed.

He moved without a thought, running to his friend who was just standing there looking at him with his beautiful disgusting blank face.
Pugsley hugged Slurp tightly around the waist. Nuzzling his face into Slurps dead chest, to hear the machine heart.

Slurp stood still and didn’t bite or move, only made his signature faint zombie groans.

“ Oh Slurp, I was so worried that you left me. Or something bad happened. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I need you Slurp. You’re my only friend. Please don’t ever leave again. You need to stay here. Forever.”

While Pugsley ranted out his feelings to his best friend. Slurp was opening his mouth slightly, letting his tongue come out. Pugsley stopped talking the moment he felt the slimy thing touching his ear again. Slurps tongue was going in the same circular motions as last time, but he was also moving down to Pugsley neck. Leaving a trail of salive as he went.

Pugsley felt the same heat as last time. Why did Slurp do this? Was he trying to get his brains or eat him? If so, then why not just bite him? Why…taste him.. like this?

Pugsley’s breath hitched when the tongue touch a certain spot on his neck. And when dead cold hands grabbed his hips. That made him act, he finally moved away from Slurp. Slurp let him go. The zombie just looked at Pugsley. The tongue slowly moving back in his mouth.

Pugsley was breathing hard and he was confused. Why did he feel like his body was on fire? Why did he feel like he was so high in space, there was no room for air. That’s when Pugsley looked down. SHIT.

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Okay, so Pugsley is not unfamiliar with wet dreams or morning wood. He’s a boy. He’s growing. But he never had someone that made him feel like this. Never had a crush, never really understood when people would talk about how hot a girl or boy was. He saw how they were aesthetically beautiful. But it was like looking at a bouquet of flowers. You wouldn’t go smooching it. He never felt like he was having a heart attack when someone touched him, having this thrilling feeling like being on the edge of a cliff. Scared of the pain at the bottom. Good thing he loves the pain… but that’s not the point!

Ugh. Why is a rotting corpse giving him an erection? What, next time the wind blows is it going to give him an orgasm?

Now he ended out outside the Shed. He didn’t want to leave Slurp alone. Didn’t want him to escape again. But at the same time he couldn’t look a Slurp. Not while he had a freaking boner! Damn, everyone in this school were freaks, but if a zombie was turning him on…he’s so fuck up. Not in the good way.

What should he do? Maybe acting like nothing happened was best. He still cared about his best friend. Even if when Slurp touched him like that, it made him feel so…

Nope. Nope. Stop thinking about it.

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Pugsley went inside after.. it.. finally went down. When he entered the Shed again he was nervous. Why was he so nervous? It’s not like a brainless corpse could judge him. That thought made him calm down a bit, it’s not like Slurp could tell anyone or even understand. He had no brain.

“So about that Slurp. Did you miss me? I hope I wasn’t gone too long.”

He was probably outside for twenty minutes.

“ Where did you go today? When you escaped. Did you go back to Skull Tree?” Pugsley asked. Not because he thought he would get an answer. But just for the sake of asking. He was curious about what adventure his friend went on. Clearly he wasn’t seen because no one else was here.

Pugsley decided to sit down and talk to his friend about what happened at school for prank day. Slurp also sat down and looked like he was listening.

Pugsley must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, the sun was shining through the cracks in the shed walls. Well, it’s not surprising he fell asleep. The last time he did sleep was the night before he met Slurp. Which was two days ago. The sun was too bright. Ugh, he slept like the dead. Speaking of the dead.

Pugsley looked at the corner where his friend sat. The zombie wasn’t sleeping, they couldn’t sleep. But he was looking at Pugsley, unblinking. Huh, weird. But something was different about the zombie. He had hair. No much, but noticeable curly strands. And his skin still look disgusting, but not as dark and rotted. Interesting. Amazing.

Pugsley smiled at Slurp. “ Good morning. You look better.” The zombie wasn’t sleeping didn’t respond, nor was he expected to. Pugsley got up a grabbed his backpack, moving towards the door.

Last night when he was talking with Slurp he made sure to tie the chain better to the pole. So hopefully Slurp wouldn’t escape again.

“ I need to go back to the dorm’s to change my clothes. They’re still soaked from the rain. But I will be back with breakfast. Don’t worry boy. I won’t be gone long. But don’t try to leave. You need to stay.”

Pugsley gave Slurp what he hoped was an intimidating look and left the Hummer’s Shed. Off to start another day.

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When he got changed at the dorm, Eugene wasn’t there. Maybe that’s for the best. When Pugsley went to Breakfast, he brought a book bag with a container and a bowl he had found. On the bowel he wrote Slurp in big white letters. When no one was looking he took six Mystery meat sandwiches.

He then went over to where Eugene was sitting with his friends. “ Hey Eugene I need to show you… this cool new bug!”He hoped Eugene would understand.

Eugene’s eyes widened. Then he looked at his friends, “See you later guys,” then he whispered to them. Maybe Pugsley wasn’t supposed to hear, but he did. “ Gotta do it for Wednesday.” Right, they weren’t friends.

Pugsley just pretended he didn’t hear. And led Eugene to the Hummer’s Shed. When the got in, Pugsley immediately put the bag down and got out some sandwiches and Slurp’s bowl. “ Slurp~, I got you your favorite.~” Pugsley said, drawling the words out. When he brought the bowl to Slurp, he immediately started to dig in. Eugene stood beside him.

“So, Slurp just came back on his own?” Eugene said while grimacing at the sight of Slurp eating.

“ Yep, he was in here when I came in this morning.” Pugsley said while holding the bowl for Slurp to eat comfortably. Best not to say he was here last night too. Or remember what happened last night…

Eugene looked closer at Slurp’s head“He looks different.”

“ I.. I think he’s healing. Check out the inside of his skull.” Maybe Slurp was becoming better under his care.

Eugene pulled out a small flashlight from his pocket and brought it to Slurp’s skull.

“ I think he’s even starting to regrow a brain in there.” Pugsley continued.

“Incredible..” Eugene stated in amazement. “ It’s like he’s regenerating in … hyper speed.” The awe in his voice could be heard.

“ I’m telling you, it’s the mystery meat. The more he eats the more alive he gets.” Why else would he be getting better?

Then Eugene looked worried“What are we going to do if he runs away again?”

Pugsley has been worried about that. If he escaped once, he could escape again. But then why did he return? Maybe he wanted more food. Like an animal that escaped, then came home in the middle of the night looking for food. Or maybe… he felt the same. “He won’t” Pugsley said with conviction. “He may be brainless but he know he’s got a sweet set up here.” Going with the food theory is better than going with the weird connection and tongue feeling thing. “Who else is going to take care of him?”

Eugene looked at Slurp, that’s when he noticed something. “Whoa check out this larva!” He exclaimed in excitement. He picked it up with tongs to show to Pugsley. “New England corpse larva. Super rare. Only ever found -“

“In corpses?” Pugsley finished the sentence fondly. He found it charming that when ever Eugene found anything that had to do with living organisms he would list off information. When making a friend, you find the best qualities in them.

Eugene just sighed.

That when Slurp’s head shot up from where it was just laying in his bowl. At some point in Eugene and Pugsley’s conversation he had stopped eating. He stood up straight and spat out the food like it offended him.

“What’s the matter boy?” Pugsley asked worriedly. He was just stuffing his mouth a minute ago.

Slurp opened his mouth and said, “ Brrughh…”

Pugsley turned to Eugene excitedly. “Did you hear that? He said his first word!”

“Brugghhh….” Slurp continued to say.

“That’s right I am your bruh.” Pugsley said smiling. Slurps talking! Pugsley must be a better owner than he thought. He’s regrowing a brain and even said his first word! He said bruh too. That must mean the feelings are reciprocated! Pugsley felt like when a baby says mama over papa. Or when a dog picks you as their favorite person. Or when someone says you’re their best friend forever. ( Not that any one has said that to him)

Eugene looked at Pugsley. Trying to spell it out for him. “He’s a zombie.
He’s not trying to call you his bruh.
He’s trying to say brains.” How delusional can this guy be?

Pugsley quickly pulled Eugene aside. Talking in a whisper to not possibly further upset the zombie. “Don’t use the
Z word. He’s sensitive. How do you not know this? We’re supposed to be his friends.”It’s common courtesy, it’s like saying open your eyes to a Faceless, or bringing garlic bread to a Vampire. It’s just rude.

As soon as Pugsley finished his sentence, Slurp grabbed Eugene’s shoulder, mouth open, tongue out, jaw set to bite. Like a predator jumping to attack at its prey.

Eugene moved away in fright. Pugsley quickly zapped Slurp to stop his bad behavior.

“No bitting! No bitting! Bad Slurp!” He said to reprimand him.

Slurp stumbled back towards his corner. Reeling from the pain.

“This is way too dangerous! We need to tell someone.” Eugene said hurriedly once he was a safe distance from the thing that just tried to eat him.

“No!” Pugsley shouted in protest. “They’ll take him away or worse put him down.” He can’t let anyone take, or worse, kill Slurp. He would electrocute whoever tried.

“He’s already dead. We can’t leave him here alone. While we’re off camping.” Eugene said, trying to be the voice of reason.

“Don’t worry about that. I already got that covered.”

Without a word, Eugene angrily left the shed. Leaving Pugsley alone with Slurp.

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Pugsley looked at the door Eugene left through. It saddened him that Eugene didn’t see Slurp as important as Pugsley saw him. He felt a hand touch his shoulder. He looked back to see it was Slurp. Pugsley put his hand over Slurps and looked at the door again.

Did you Eugene not care about Slurp? He cared about all his bug snac-pets. They were pets, not snacks. What makes Slurp different? Maybe he didn’t spend as much time with him as Pugsley did. But… maybe thats a good thing.

Pugsley would never say it out loud unless tortured, but, he did kinda like the type of attention Slurp gave him. And he didn’t like the idea of sharing that type of attention with Eugene. Pugsley wants Eugene to like Slurp as a pet and friend. Not something….else.

Pugsley does not know how long he has been froze in thought when he realizes that Slurp was hugging him. Maybe hugging was the wrong word. More like draping himself on Pugsley. Slurp must be able to have picked up in his mood.

Pugsley returned the kinda hug. Resting his head on Slurp’s shoulder. Bringing his arms around him. “ It’s okay boy. I’m not sad. We just had a little disagreement,it’s alright.” By soothing Slurp, Pugsley was soothing himself.

Slurp was moving his hands toward Pugsley. Bringing them to his shoulders, then moving down, down, down, to his ass.
Pugsley blushed but didn’t move. If this was going to keep happening then why fight it? He liked it anyway…

Slurp opened his mouth and let his tongue out. Licking Pugsley’s ear. But then he moved his head forward slowly, and brought his teeth to the ear. Pugsley’s breath hitched in fear. But he was already letting Slurp go this far, hopefully this wasn’t foreplay before death.

Slurp bit down on the ear. Not enough to bleed. It didn’t hurt. It felt electric. The feeling of Slurp holding him firm, and licking and nibbling on his ears had Pugsley enraptured. His breathing became more shaky. He was closing his eyes just to focus on the sensation. Slurp then moved down to his neck. Biting just enough to leave an indent, then licking over it in apology.

“H-harder” Pugsley whimpered, surprising himself that he even spoke. But he was desperate for the thrill that came with pain. Slurp then bit down on the side of his neck. Drawling a little blood. Slurp then pulled Pugsley tightly towards him. He enthusiastically sucked the blood from the wound.

Pugsley was reeling. Slurp sucking on his neck making him moan. And the now prominent bonner in his pants was rubbing against Slurp. He started moving to created some friction for his situation.

“P-please Slurp.” Pugsley begged. He didn’t even know what for. He wasn’t even sure Slurp would understand. He just wanted more of the pleasure-pain.

Slurp slowly moved a hand from Pugsley’s ass to his front. At the same time moving his head to hover over Pugsley’s pulse point. In one swift motion Slurp grabbed Pugsley’s clothed cock by the tip and bit on his pulse point. Pugsley screamed.

He felt a few sparks flying out of his ears. But Slurp was too busy to notice. It felt like getting the electric chair. All his nerves on fire. Making his head feel nothing but pain and a pleasure. It felt euphoric.

Slurp was rubbing the underside of his penis and sucking hard on his neck when he came. He let out a long moan as Slurp worked him through his orgasm.

When the rubbing on his penis became too much he moved away.

He then finally looked at Slurp. Slurp had blood on his teeth and tongue. And his tattered clothed any type of erection he might have. If he even could. Pugsley stood breathless. Teeth marks on his neck, and a now very soiled pants.

But Pugsley found that he did not regret it.

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Pugsley was in a daze after what happened with Slurp. He barley remembered getting back to dorms. Why was he in the dorms? Oh yeah, because he has a huge bite in the side of his neck. If anyone saw they would think he was dating a Vampire. Maybe not even that, because when because when Pugsley looked in the mirror in his room, the bite looked like the person giving it to him was going to eat him. The bite was red and purple. You could see the indentation of every one of Slurps teeth. The dark purple where the blood the was not eaten brought to the surface. No, no one would think he was dating a Vampire. They would think he’s dating a cannibal.

Pugsley’s finally looked at him self fully. His hair was sticking up for some strands. His usual deathly pale skin was flushed with color. His skin and cloths were sweaty. And he could see a big wet spot on his pants.

Pugsley face went through three emotions. Shock, at what he had just down with his undead pet zombie. Embarrassment, because, what the fuck?! Did he just do that?! Then he smile wide at him self in the mirror. HE JUST DID THAT!

It was clear to Pugsley now. No matter how messed up it is.

He liked what happened.

And worst of all, he has a crush on his pet corpse.

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The rest of the day passed by without significance. Pugsley showed up late to Professor Orloff’s class and got lectured about how being constantly tardy is a sign of a bad student. The reason he was late was because of the whole.. intimate time with Slurp. Then staring at his neck. Then finding his black bandanna to cover it.But Pugsley was not going to tell the Professor that. So when Orloff was done scolding him, he went to his seat and began taking notes.

But he could not focus. All he can think about his corazón. He blushed just thinking of the pet name for, well, his pet. But Pugsley finally accepted that he had feelings for Slurp. Why he liked Slurp? How can he fucking know?

But maybe it was because Slurp was the first thing here to want to be around him. And came back willingly. When Pugsley talk about his favorite foods like mice and rats, or when he talked about his inventions. Or How he loved to make things like robots or a bomb. Slurp listened. Or as much as he can. But he never moved away or took his eyes off Pugsley when he was speaking. Slurp also sometimes even made a noise when Pugsley asked a question. So deep down he must understand and feel the same way for Pugsley. Why else would he touch Pugsley so gently? Why would he show so much care when feeling him? If it was just animal instinct, why not do the same to Eugene?

No, Pugsley was convinced Slurp also like liked him. Pugsley did not think love is on the table yet. But if Slurp keeps healing, maybe Pugsley can get to know him. Meet the brilliant student that made his own heart.

For the rest of Pugsley classes, he kept drawling black hearts around his paper. Some on assignments that were turned in at the end of class. The teachers gave him weird looks. But he didn’t really care, because he was daydreaming of having a date with Slurp at a graveyard or a coffee shop. He imagined holding hands while next to gravestones. Or hunting for animal, eating them raw. Maybe in time Slurp will develop lips. So Pugsley can have his first kiss with him. Maybe Slurp’s tongue can explore more of Pugsley…

When dinner came around he talked to a Vampire named Calvin about borrowing his coffin. The Vampire immediately said no, but when Pugsley said he would mention him to Wednesday, he said yes. Pugsley would not mention him. But Calvin didn’t know that. But so Calvin still got something, Pugsley gave him a Mystery meat sandwich.

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The next morning Pugsley got up early to bring the coffin to the Hummer Shed. To then put Slurp inside and bring him to the bus. So around 5:00 am he set off dragging the coffin through the woods. Dragging a coffin through the woods is as much fun as it sounds like. But the anticipation of seeing his corazón gave him strength to keep pulling. The excitement just at the thought of being around Slurp felt electrifying. Like when Pugsley put a fork in the electrical socket. Or when Pugsley laid a trap and was waiting to see who would fall for it. It felt exhilarating. It had him smiling goofy.

When he reached the Hummers Shed he thought about how he left Slurp yesterday. He had left without a word, leaving Slurp there by himself, not even a goodbye. So Pugsley went in and immediately started apologizing the moment he opened the door.

“ Slurp I am so sorry I left you. Please don’t be mad. I was just confused.”
Slurp when he came in was on the floor sitting. But as Pugsley moved forward Slurp got up and walk towards Pugsley.

Slurp didn’t seem to be mad. He actually started to bring Pugsley close in to a type of hug. Uh oh, not right now. Before Slurp could even open his mouth, Pugsley stepped away but held Slurps hands.

“ Lo siento mi corazón, not right now.” Pugsley place a quick kiss on Slurps hand. And went behind him to unlock the locks.

But out of the corner of Pugsley’s eye he saw Slurp lick where Pugsley had kissed. It gave him a spark in his stomach.

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When the bus finally arrived at camp Jericho Pugsley was relieved. Getting Slurp inside the coffin was not easy. Or getting the coffin on top of the bus. But they were finally here.

He got the coffin from the top of the bus first. He would come back for the rest of his stuff later. Pugsley was dragging the coffin in the parking lot when he heard his sister.

“ Despite my attempts to exsanguinate, your not completely bloodless.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, “ Sis, what..what’s up?”

“What’s with the Vampire coffin?” What could he saying? Wednesday can smell fear. Her face was as emotion less as usual, but for those who know her, you can see her emotions in her eyes. And right now she was suspicious of Pugsley.

“Uh… I used it to smuggle signal flares and gasoline. You know, for the forest fire?” Pugsley confidence in his plan was slowly fading. Wednesday is intimidating. She always has been able to see right through Pugsley.

“ You mean Camp fire.” She corrected. Still following Pugsley as he dragged the coffin.

“ Wh..whatever, as long as something burns.” He said nervously. Then the coffin made a noise. Pugsley swiftly kicked it.

They both stopped. Wednesday was pinning him down with her stare. Like just her eyes would make him confess. Pugsley breathed a little heavier.

But then the siblings heard a familiar car horn. They both turned their heads to see the Addams family care coming. Pugsley put the coffin that had Slurp gently down. He stood by Wednesday. Why are Mom and Dad here?

When the car stopped, Dad got out, and greeted them. “ Hello, my pernicious prodigy. Don’t you find the smell of fresh air positively nauseating?” He said as he strolled over to them.

“ To what do we owe this ghastly apparition?” Wednesday asked.

Pugsley quickly looked back at the coffin to make sure Slurp wasn’t moving before he looked back at his father. Hoping the guilt w or nervousness was not written all over his face.

“The call went out for parent chaparrones and I spent my fair share under natures canopy.” Dad said in explanation.

“You know the concrete jungle doesn’t count.” Wednesday said with the slightest of eyebrow raises.

Then Mom came from the behind the car and started walking towards them.

“What’s she doing here? Her idea of “communing with nature” is deadheading roses in the greenhouse.” Wednesday said hostile. Was something going on with them?

“ I thought we’d make it a family affair. Pugsley and I can engage in some father son bonding?” Dad gestured toward Pugsley smiling.

“Uh no thanks dad. I think I’m gonna stick with Eugene.” Truly Pugsley does like spending time with his dad, but when you have a lover in a coffin, who liked to bite… best to get Slurp to the tent.

Pugsley turned to Lurch. ”Lurch can you give me a hand?”

Lurch cam over and cared the coffin. Good thing Pugsley had on his bandanna. Because if his parents or Wednesday saw… he didn’t even want to think about that.

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When Pugsley, Lurch, and the grumbling coffin finally got to the tent site, Pugsley was already feeling overwhelmed. What if his family found out about Slurp? What if another student did? What would happen to Slurp? Would they take him away? Kill him once and for all? Would they take him apart, piece by piece so Pugsley can’t bring him back to life? Pugsley felt dizzy with worry.
Lurch and Pugsley made the tent together in silence. Lurch is not much of a speaker, and Pugsley was to trapped in his thoughts to talk. Slurp was silent.

When they were inside, Lurch put down the coffin, and made his way out. Just making a noise when Pugsley said thanks. Pugsley was worried for his corazón. Although death is celebrated and looked forward to in the Addams family, dying before your time was still a misfortune. Even though Slurp is already dead…

But Slurp is Pugsley’s and Pugsley is Slurp’s. No one can take his Tesoro.

Or, at least Pugsley hopes. But he has his electricity to stop anyone in his way.
Pugsley stood in front of the coffin, sighed, and then opened it. Slurp immediately moved forward, looking ready to hit or bite. But when the Zombie realized it was Pugsley, he softened and just put his head on Pugsley’s shoulder.

Pugsley smiled and petted his loves corazón’s back. He’s worried about all the trouble of keeping Slurp safe, but it is all worth it.

This is love.

What else can it be?

“I think I love you…” he said into Slurp’s neck.

Pugsley may be a fool, and he doesn’t know much. But what else can it be? Longing for Slurps touch, his companionship, his mere presence. Is this how his parents feel? They said for them it was love at first sight. It is so cheesy, but could it be true for Pugsley and Slurp?

“ I wish you could talk, I want to know if you feel the same way.” Pugsley said with a sigh, then pulled back from Slurp.

But Slurp did something unexpected.

Slurp plopped him self on the floor, then grabbed Pugsley harshly by the arm and tugged. Pugsley fell in surprise, and closed his eyes waiting for the impact to the floor. But his head never hit the floor. He opened his eyes to find he was laying on Slurps chest.

He tried to get up, but Slurps surprising strong arms held him possessively.

“Fine, we’ll stay like this for a little bit mi corazón. If you feel that strongly about it.”

“argh…..”

Pugsley sighed and snuggled into Slurps chest. Closing his eyes and relaxing with his love. Slurp start petting Pugsley with one hand. The hand going in a repeated motion from Pugsley’s hair to his lower back, then back up. Then Slurp opened his mouth and let his oh so familiar tongue caress Pugsley’s ear in neck. Not in the way to start something, more to comfort.

It sensations felt intoxicating, make Pugsley forget all his worries. The love that existed between them right then was delicate. Like a guitar playing slow music. Pugsley’ swell until all he felt was love in that moment. Almost to much to bear. But it felt unending. All there is, and will be, is his zombie making him keen in pleasure. No one could separate them.

Yet.

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Pugsley drifted off into space for what felt like eternity. Probably 20 minutes. But the warnings needed to be set. So he got off Slurps lap. The Zombie did not like that, and tried to pull Pugsley back into his embrace.

“No, me corazón” Pugsley said as he put un besito on Slurps forehead. “ I need to put you back in the coffin.”

Slurp did not seem happy about that. But Pugsley stayed firm as he put Slurp away. It was kind of like putting a pet in the crate. Except it’s was his undead boyfriend/pet/best friend.

Pugsley got to work on the bottle rockets. Putting them around the tent so that if anyone was snooping in Eugene and Pugsley’s tent, they would know. Pugsley loves to blow things up. The thrill and excitement at seeing the explosions made him feel giddy. But he hoped that for once, nothing would ignite. That everyone would mind there own business or that Slurp would be good and wouldn’t escape.

Pugsley was sitting on a log of wood in front of the tent, finishing up the warning system when Eugene came up to him.

“Thanks for setting up the tent.” Eugene said. Looks they’re on good terms still. Good thing the fight didn’t affect the maybe friendship that was starting.

“Out here the world’s my terrarium” He said as he looked at the gar he was holding, then to Pugsley smiling. But the smile faded once he saw the bottle rockets.

Eugene quickly became suspicious and annoyed . “What’s with the bottle rockets?”

Pugsley looked down and looked back up. “ Early warning system.” He said innocently, like it’s normal to have that when camping with classmates. Well, it should be.

“For what?” Eugene demanded.

Eugene then shushed past Pugsley to get inside the tent. Pugsley hurried to put down the bottle rockets he was working on and followed. Pugsley shook his head. He knew Eugene wouldn’t like this…

Before he even opened the sheet of the tent to come in, he heard Eugene yell. Once Pugsley was inside he saw Slurp had opened his coffin some.

“ WHATS SLURP DOING HERE?!” Eugene yelled. The exasperation could be felt.

“ It’s like you said. We couldn’t leave him on his own.” Pugsley said in his own defense.

“ so you brought him camping in the woods with all our classmates?” The ARE YOU SERIOUS can be heard.

Pugsley shrugged. “Relax. If he tries to escape we’ll know.” He said point to Slurp then towards the bottle rockets.

Eugene shook his head and looked at Slurp, who was trying to break out of the chains in the coffin. “That’s it. I’ll bunk with some of the other guys. I’m not sleeping with his zombie.” Eugene said with finality.

Pugsley looked at Eugene like he was stupid. “ Zombies don’t sleep. Duh.” But he had a voice in the back of his mind saying, “Well not you, but me on the other hand…”

“Hello?” a voice said from outside. Both Eugene and Pugsley turned. Fuck. It’s Dad.

They both hurried out of the tent, making sure to not open it to much to reveal what they were trying to hide.

“ I come bearing gifts!” Pugsley’s father said excitedly outside the tent. He chuckled and handed Pugsley a container.

“ So your mother packed some homemade chow mix. Extra earthworms, bugs, dirt, toenails. Everything you’ll find on the trail.”

Pugsley looked inside the container. It does look delicious. But he’s too nervous. So he smiled at his dad and just said, “ Cool. Thanks.”

A groaning sound came from the tent. “Just my stomach. Good timing with snacks.” He said quickly. Hopefully he looks convincing.

Dad stood expectantly for a moment. Eugene and Pugsley said nothing.

“ So are you going to invite me in, so I can expect your tent?” Dad said already moving forward. Eugene and Pugsley quickly blocked the way.

“No. No” Pugsley said. What excuse can he use? Uhh…

Pugsley looked at Eugene then turn to his father excitedly. “ Eugene just let one rip.” Eugene looked at Pugsley in a look like, what the fuck.

Dad turned to Eugene slightly disgusted.
But Eugene was quick to agree. “ Yeah, it smells like something died in there.” Not to far off.

Dad just nodded and continued. “ So if you get in trouble. Remember the first rule of camping. Leave no trace. Especially the bodies.”

Eugene laughed forced and awkwardly. Pugsley laughed under his breath, it was a funny joke.

“ Good one Mr.Addams!” Eugene practically yelled as Dad walked away.

Both Eugene and Pugsley looked at each other. Pugsley only thoughts were, how can he keep Slurp safe?

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Pugsley had a great time during the competition. His genius sister saved the day with her friends once again. He was so excited when he saw Wensday win, that he jumped on Lurch’s back while standing on top of it. Lurch certainly didn’t appreciate that. Pugsley was glad that their team won, because it would be a hassle to move the coffin with Slurp inside again so soon. Pugsley couldn’t believe he was once apart of the idiot’s that follow around there leader like mindless drones. But it all worked out in the end. His mom even sang. She only does that for happy special events. Like funerals.

Everything was going great. And best of all, his corazón was safe in the tent. Maybe they could cuddle again before bed. Hopefully Eugene would be busy with his real friends. Or if he would be there, it would be a good time to tell him about Pugsley and Slurp’s relationship. Pugsley also had some Mystery Meat sandwiches saved to feed Slurp.

He was enjoying roasting marshmallows, and talking to people. Maybe he could make them his friends! When he saw them. The fireworks. Oh no.

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Eating the brain gave the zombie some self awareness. The dead body on the floor made him think of what he needed.

Brains.

More Brains.

The Zombie made its way out of the tent determined. Smelling the air for the scent of any humans. Limping and dragging itself. No. Himself, to find more food.

He grabbed a hatchet that was stuck in some wood. On the hunt for his prey. That when he smelled the human flesh.

Perfect.
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Pugsley and Eugene rushed to the tent. When they opened it, the saw the troop leader’s dead body.

“ I knew we should’ve told someone. Slurp was always more of your friend anyway.” Eugene said as he turned from the body, the to Pugsley.

Well if Eugene could see under the bandana, there’s evidence of him and Slurp being more..

Suddenly a redhead girl with pigtail braids appeared out of thin air in front of them. Agnes. “ Harboring a murderous zombie will get both of your butts expelled for sure.” She said.

“Ugh” Eugene groaned.

“What are you doing here?” Pugsley questioned.

“ Proving myself to your Sister by handling her low priority tasks. Like keeping you alive.” She had the same unblinking eyes like Wednesday. And the creepy nature. Except she smiled and didn’t always hold eye contact. She looked unhinged.

Pugsley just sighed and started walking. Then turn to Eugene. “ We need to find Slurp.”

Eugene just sighed and shook his head. “No way. I’m not in the zombie business” Already sounding nervous and frightened.

“Relax.” Pugsley reassured. “Slurp never tried to eat my brain.”

“Because that would be empty calories.” Agnes supplied as the reason.

What’s she trying to say?

“ Look, the last time I was alone with a monster in the woods, I ended up in a coma.” Eugene said, hoping they would understand the trama that left him with.

Pugsley just shook his head and scrunched up his face. Why does Eugene have to bring this up. He is trying to make Pugsley jealous? “Stop bragging.” Pugsley said as he and Agnes grabbed Eugene to go find Slurp.
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Slurp walked up the wooden steps. He felt the heat of the steam coming from the building. Singing from two different voices could be heard.

“Bésame. Bésame mucho.”

The zombie. No. Isaac. That’s his name.

Isaac pushed open the door to the building and walked inside, clutching the hatchet. Inside there was green stalls lining two sides of the room of the walls parallel to each other. The was a long bench in the middle of the room with a record player and some clothes.

“ Como si fuera esta noche, la última vez.”

Ugh. Isaac had a nagging memory in the back of his mind of a voice singing this. A memory from the past. A very annoying one.

“ Bésame mucho”

Isaac groaned, turned away, the swing forward the hatchet. It put a hole in the stall door.

A strangely familiar voice spoke for inside. “ Patience corazón ardiente.” That made Isaac disgusted. Clearly the piece of meat talking thought he was someone else. But only Pugsley is allowed call him corazón. Anyone else who did is given a death sentence.

Isaac pulled back and chopped at the door harder.

“ The country air makes somebody frisky.” The animal sang. Shut the fuck up.

Isaac put his head through the hole to try and eat the human’s brain. He stuck his tongue out to try to bring his prey to a sooner death.

The disgusting thing moan! “ You are a tigeress tonight”

Isaac pulled back repulsed. Now the animal wouldn’t die just because Isaac needed food. Now the thing would die because of the vile thing he is.

Isaac chopped the wood rapidly. Swinging violently.

“ Axe play.” The thing laughed.

Finally there was a big enough hole to chop the things head off.

“Let me get gel.” The creature said as it bent down. Making Isaac miss and get the hatchet stuck in the wall.
Thing got up and turned to Isaac. Isaac saw the beautiful fear in the creatures eyes as it knew it’s life was about to end. The thing screamed.

Then a voice that Isaac would know from anywhere came for the building’s door.

“ NO SLURP! NOT MY DAD!” Can from his precious Pugsley.

Then Isaac was electrocuted, and was blasted through the wall by his love.

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Isaac was now in pain on the ground. Some glass around him. And the music from the record player could still be heard. But now a bunch of prey surrounded him.

“ Let me through! Let me through. What happened?” One said.

Isaac quickly got up and lifted his hatchet. Then the prey were running and squealing like the pigs they are.

Isaac starting quickly walking and stumbling to the woods. When in the darkness he stopped and heard metal hitting metal. And smelled delicious human flesh.

He made his way towards the animals.

“ I’m sorry darling.” One of the creatures said.

Thats when Isaac screech, swinging the hatchet towards his prey. Then suddenly a sword was thrown by the other animal. The sword made its way through Isaac’s skull, and in doing so, pinning him to a tree.
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Pugsley was in shock. He was standing in the camp parking lot with sirens and flashing lights of police cars and ambulances surrounding him. In front of him was his corazón being chained up and taken away to who knows where. Pugsley wanted to scream. Or cry. Or run to Slurp and take him far far away.

But no. His parents were next to him, holding him. And also restraining him, if he tried to make a move.

Slurp didn’t mean it! It was a accident! He didn’t mean to kill! He was just hungry!

But Pugsley couldn’t say that.

All he could do was watch Slurp be taken away.

For the public’s safety, they were taking Pugsley’s heart away.

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Isaac could not understand. Why is his love was just standing by as he was being strapped and taken. Just looking at him. Why would he not fight to get back to him as he would fight for Pugsley? Did he think he could get rid of him? He struggled against the straps. Why would his love BETRAY HIM?! The angry burned inside the zombie. He snarled and tried to bite and scratch. But both his arms and mouth were covered and restrained. He wanted to kill everyone there. He would only eat the few who were even worthy. He wanted to ripe out Pugsley’s heart. He would not let this go without punishment. His love could not get rid of him. No. Pugsley is his. FOREVER. He tasted Pugsley, and would not get rid of that taste ever. That meant, someway, somehow, he will come back for Pugsley. And never let go.

If Pugsley wanted rid of Isaac, then he better RUN.

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Isaac has been stuck in the hellhole of a cell for approximately two weeks. Judging by the times of day the food is thrown at him. Those bastards were just scared that if the got to close, they would leave with a chuck of brain missing.

Good. They should be scared.

But having no brains to eat meant being left with a decade rotting body. And thoughts of his love.

Isaac when he had emerged from the ground had no thoughts. Only animal instinct. Because truly, if humans striped away all pretentious of having morals or being better than pigs or chickens. All that was left was instinct.

Isaac’s instinct was to trust Pugsley.

Issac did not know fully why. But there was evidence he had been gathering in his solitude as for the reason. For example, how Pugsley was so willing and compliant to Isaac when he stimulated him. Or how he was so desperate for Isaac and wanted to please him. Or how Pugsley’s big eyes reminded Isaac of dear Francoise. They look of loneliness and despair, begging for help. Or how Pugsley confided in him that his parents neglected him and was bullied and ridiculed at past schools. Just like how Isaac’s father and school was towards him and his sister. Or maybe it was how happy Pugsley was when he had returned to that shed after eating that man on the road. How Pugsley was only looking at Isaac for true companionship.

Pugsley was the puppy that Isaac had chosen to adopt.

Puppies are always so desperate for their owners. How desperate they are just to get a scratch behind their ears, or to get a rub on the tummy. Pugsley was the perfect example of one. His big eyes just begging for attention. The whimpers he left out when Isaac tasted him was almost as delicious as the blood and skin itself.

The taste was euphoric. It was addicting so much so Isaac considered the pro’s and con’s of keeping Pugsley alive. The metallic taste quench a thirst so deeply embedded in him that the thought of being taken from the ambrosial skin and blood made him snarl.

But all those factors together left him in a state of limerence for Pugsley.

Being left in this God forsaken place because of his dear Puppy at first left him with unmasked rage. Trying to claw at the guards that had put him here. Then at the walls, but the chain and straitjacket confined him.

But given the time to think made him calm. Isaac was slowly turning human again, but his manipulative nature and patience were still being reformed just like his body. And the feeling of missing a hand by the oh so clever Mortica, who came to save her damsel in distress. At the cost of two lives. How selfish of her.

Come to think of it. Who were the two people next to his adorable puppy? The two that Isaac had smelled and almost killed. Didn’t his love call one dad? They look familiar…wait.

NO!

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Pugsley felt numb. It had been two weeks since Slurp had been taken away. There was nothing to be done or said that could solve the situation. Pugsley was left to cry that night alone in the tent after Slurp was dragged away. He had assured his parents that he was fine and just wanted to be alone. They didn’t bother him about having a killer Zombie as a pet. Pugsley felt relief that his parents understood, and that Wednesday didn’t really care. Eugene had left Pugsley alone. He just patted his shoulder and went with his other friends.

Pugsley wept when he entered the tent and saw the empty coffin. He should have stayed with Slurp. He should have been more responsible. Slurp didn’t mean to kill the man. His corazón is so caring, so loving, he would never do it on purpose. Pugsley wasn’t bothered that his loving pet killed. Death is just an exciting time of moving on. Like moving away from family, but you can always phone call. That’s how the Addams talk to their ancestors. But Pugsley can’t call Slurp. But it’s not like Slurp could say anything. But Pugsley didn’t even know where he was going. Pugsley is not a detective like his sister. He has no way to pry information out of people. And he can’t make a convincing lie for his life.

Those thoughts of Slurp were what kept him company for two lonely weeks. The first three days Pugsley was crying when ever he was alone. Then the numbness came. No more feelings. Just going through the motions of school, homework, sleep. But slowly he was feeling better. The other students at school were cold after the camping trip. But after a couple days they moved on to new gossip of who did what. Eugene would sometimes keep him company. Not constantly, but just enough to make Pugsley not completely alone.

But Pugsley at night had a hard time letting go of Slurp. He would dream of going to the Hummer Shed and finding Slurp. He would run to Slurp. Hug him. Kiss his skull. Then Slurp would let his tongue out and lick Pugsley’s neck and a hand would rub against a bulge in Pugsley’s pants. Pugsley would start whining, overwhelmed, until Slurp would bite on his neck and grab his erection.

Pugsley dreamed of that every night. He had to change his bed sheets everyday and Eugene had to get earplugs. But after two weeks, Pugsley was starting to think he would have to move on. Even if he never loved again. Even if the only way he could have Slurp would be in his dreams. But, commit the crime, pay the time. He and Eugene had to go help send Gala invitations. Great.

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Unfortunately, Isaac’s solitude was interrupted. Guards and a doctor were coming in the door, the guards were carrying a pale white body. They were carefully out of the reach of Isaac, to not become the zombie’s food.

“Set him down there” said the doctor, an accent in her voice.

Isaac kept thrashing and lunging towards the humans. Hungry, need, were all that filled him. Though Isaac could think, the presence of the moving meat and blood bags were causing his animal side to come to the surface. All thoughts of longing for Pugsley and feelings of betrayal were forgotten. Along with it all clarity and rationality. Isaac was no more than an animal again. After so long with barely a whiff of meat, he was famished.

He could no longer pay attention to the words being said, even as the pale as paper body awoke. But the one thing that did stick in the zombie’s mind was that creepy smile. One that he had seen many times on his love and on an estranged friend. One that would be ingrained in his mind as long as he was breathing.But that did not stop the useless attempts to get a bite of brain.

Eventually, Isaac tired out. The Paper Man. What Isaac named him, with the very little thought he could process, was talking on and on. It was all just noise. But hours later a new body came. One that dressed in black. Isaac lunged and snarled at the human.

The Paper Man was talking to Death. Another nickname Isaac had thought of with his little clarity. Isaac bit the air above Death’s head. The words before the pain were heard perfectly.

“Play nice.” The Paper Man said, right before he electrocuted Isaac. Isaac stumbled back in pain. Reeling in it. Soon Death and The Paper Man were leaving. Isaac pushed forward to bite one last time as the bodies were left out the door.

The humans left the door open though.

Isaac pulled on his chains. Pulled, and pulled, and pulled. Till the restraints broke. He was free. And he smelled meat.

Isaac stumbled down the hall till he found prey. He grabbed a guard with his good arm and opened his jaw wide. Sinking his teeth into the man’s skull. The sound of taking a bite of the skull was audible. The man screamed and screamed as Isaac tore into his brain. Blood running down Isaac’s chin and down the body's face. The feeling of regaining sense and feeding the starving pit in Isaac’s stomach and brain felt like drinking water after days of dehydration. Soon the screams stopped. That’s when Isaac noticed the bodies trying to restrain him and the ones running down the hall.

Good, more brains.

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Time became a blur as Isaac tore into one body after another. Truly it was only a few people, but they were easy to take down and devour their minds. Isaac was stumbling down a hall, humans were running frantically and screaming like the mindless prey they are. While Isaac hunted for his next victim, with blood smeared all over his mouth and staining his jacket, he turned and saw the most peculiar thing.

A hand.

A moving hand.

Not just any moving hand, no. He would know that limb like, well, the back of his hand. Because it was indeed, his hand moving by itself. Isaac stared in shock.

That’s when the bullets started firing and were shot through Isaac. His hand moved away. Isaac could not follow because of the nuisance behind him. So Isaac turned and walked to the guard’s as they continued the pointless shooting. More to feast.

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Isaac stumbled into a dark room. It was only occasionally lit by the storm outside. Soon he heard footsteps and decided to hide. It turned out to be the doctor earlier with an accent and a man in a wheelchair. The lady was panicking and moving swiftly. Until the frightened thing pulled out a gun. Isaac stayed still as the women approached. When the light from the window flashed, revealing the zombie. The woman's face was pure, unadulterated, terror. Isaac pulled the woman close, opened his jaw, let his tongue come out, then sunk his teeth in as the women screamed. He ate till there was no more.

Isaac turned to the man in a wheelchair and got a good look. The brains he ate were already helping him regain more thinking ability. With that, more, memories.

The man Isaac saw was a recognizable face. Even through the trials of age. The man who gave him the means to make his inventions. The man who used him.

Augustus Stonehurst.

He inched closer to the now aged man. As he did, the senior’s eyes slowly filled with clarity and terror. As all Isaac’s victims reaction’s seemed to be.

With some difficulty, Isaac spoke.

“Hello…..old friend.”

As the last words were spoken, Isaac opened his jaw wide again. Stonehurst groaned in fright. The last sound the man ever made.

As Isaac sank in.

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Pugsley was tired after getting all the invitations done. Nothing much happened. He spent most of the time daydreaming about Slurp and talking to Eugene. Eugene’s presence distracts him from bittersweet memories of his corazon. But when Pugsley is alone at night. Looking out the window in his room, watching the lighting and rain, he closes his eyes. Getting a glimpse of his Terso. No matter how much Pugsley misses the presence of Slurp. He will never get the chance to get him back. He tries to settle with the thought that he will only have Slurp in his mind. The thought he had been dealing with for days. Because Pugsley couldn't just break into Willow Hill and whisk Slurp away. No. Only thoughts were what he would get to keep. A tear ran down Pugsley’s cheek and he headed to his bed and tucked himself in.

Whatever Slurp was doing right now. Pugsley hoped he was happy.

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It all happened suddenly. Pugsley had been taken out of class to be told that Wednesday had been found at Willow Hill bleeding and unconscious. It was also in the newspaper he found out that Uncle Fester had escaped.

Uncle Fester escaping from an asylum was as common as leaving work for him. And Wednesday going there to help their Uncle escape was obvious. It was not fair. Pugsley should have done the same for Slurp and helped him escape. Now his corazon was lost in the woods. But who would have helped him? Eugene would have surely said no, and he didn’t really care about Slurp anyways. Anyone else would have restrained or reported him.

But maybe Slurp being in the woods by himself was for the best…..

Yes?...

No…

Maybe…

Ugh.

For two weeks Pugsley debated with himself what he should do. All the while going to classes and visiting Wednesday at the hospital.

Even though he constantly worried about Slurp, he was also worried for his sister. She would be disgusted with being so sentimental, but he loved her. Seeing her so pale and injured was worrying. Pugsley looked up to his sister. She was smart, cunning, and fearless. She made being an outcast among outcasts cool. When he would sit by her bed sometimes after school. He would stare and hope she would wake up soon. Doing homework while sitting next to a deathly still body reminded him of when Wednesday would tie him up and leave him in a dark coffin while she would go finish her own homework. He missed doing those types of pranks with her. But now she was off doing important things. She was really good at finding things.

Maybe she could help find Slurp…

No. She would shut the idea down immediately without sugarcoting any words to tell him how he’s dumb and so desperate for a friend that he would try to find a murderous zombie. Better not to tell her. But who would help?

When Pugsley was told Wednesday did wake, he was relieved. But Wednesday was all business and would not appreciate a visit from Pugsley. So Pugsley was dressed in his Dia de los Muertos costume. Just a black long sleeve shirt and black pants with a skeleton painted on it. Sitting in a chair, in the house his parents were currently staying in at school.

Pugsley was feeding the carnivorous venus fly trapes chucks of raw meat. Throwing it at them to catch. He was brooding. Thinking about how the plants reminded him of his pet.

I remember feeding Slurp. He was always ready to bite. But not me.

“There you are, mijo.” said Dad as he strolled into the garden. “I realize your mother and I have been so focused on your sister, we haven’t been around for you.” Pugsley did feel upset that his parents had not been paying attention to him. He was going through a great loss and they seemed to not even notice.

Pugsley just sighed and grabbed the newspaper on the table next to him. “It’s not just that” he said as he handed the paper to his Dad. The news headline said “ OUTCAST MANIAC STILL ON THE LOOSE”. “I’m worried about Slurp.” Pugsley said with sincerity. Finally voicing what had him worried for weeks. “ I know he’s done some bad things, but it’s not his fault he’s hungry.” Who could blame Slurp when he was just doing what anybody would have done.

Dad just sighed and grabbed a piece of meat. “ Losing your first pet can be hard.” he said as he threw the meat for the plants to eat. “Your Uncle Fester had a chupacabra when he was about your age. No matter how much of his blood he gave it to drink, it wasn’t meant to be a pet.” His Dad used his hands to emphasize his point, he tended to do that when he spoke.

Pugsley blinked a couple times as he stood up. He didn’t want to roll his eyes. Dad just didn’t understand. It was different. Slurp was different from any pet. He is so much more. But his Dad was just trying to comfort him and give a life lesson. Pugsley knew, but he needed to make his Dad understand.

“I raised Slurp from the dead.”

Dad’s smile faltered.

Pugsley continued. “ He’s my responsibility..” He stopped and took a breath. “..I know if they find him, they’ll put him down for good.”

Pugsley’s sadness was threaded inside the words he said. Slurp being permanently killed was his worst fear. The true reason why he was stalling with going to find Slurp. But now Slurp was in more danger in the wild than in the school.

Dad thought for a moment before talking. “What about this? What about if I help you track your zombie? We’ll make it a father son adventure.” Dad was smiling at his own plan. Wanting to help cheer up his son and spend some quality time with him.

Pugsley’s eyes widened and he smiled at the plan. “ Yeah?” he said for lack of better words.

His Dad just smiled with a head tilt and said “ Yeah.”

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Isaac had been hunting humans in the woods for two weeks. Telling by when day and night passed. Isaac had one goal in mind. Eat enough brains to fully regenerate. Then find Pugsley. Isaac knew he was not at his full mental capacity nor his most attractive currently. That was the only reason he was not running to get back to his love.

Isaac did hold some resentment towards Pugsley, but he would make sure that Pugsley was thoroughly punished.

The brain Isaac had eaten had been making him think clearly and grow more hair. He did not know if his face was any better because of not having a mirror. Only muddy puttles that helped him know little to nothing about if he was healing. But he would rather be at his best. He had eaten some other escapees when he had finished with the ghost of the past. But he needed more.

He was searching during the day again when he heard the yells and gunshots in the sewer. Interested, he stumbled forward in a slow walk towards the entrance where the noise was coming from. Isaac was still not able to fully walk correctly, but the more he ate the better it got.

As he got inside the dark sewer filled with dirty water waist high, and random objects lying around, Isaac saw a body floating in the water. He turned the body around and saw that it was dead with scratch marks. Huh. Clearly the man had been just killed. Whoever or whatever did it might have been still around. But Isaac is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Whoever was the murder, he sends thanks for the meal.

Digging into the skull was like trying to crack a nut in your mouth. But it was worth all the effort just to get to the juicy filling inside. Isaac ate the man’s brain, even licking out the skull like a bowl. Trying to get every drop. When he was done he slowly started away from the body, when something caught his attention.

Isaac reached over the floating body to grab the piece of paper in the water. He pulled it closer to examine, using the small rays of light coming through the walls to see. The paper had a photo of a woman.

But one that Isaac would know anywhere.

Recognition dawned on Isaac. The one person he truly ever loved and cared for in his first life. Who he tried to protect and help. His sister, Francoise was looking back at him in the photo.

Isaac heard himself let out a shocked whimper, and his hand shook.

It was at that moment he knew that he could not go back to Pugsley. Not yet. He needed to find his sister.

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“ Slurp!”

“ Slurp!”

“Slurp!” Pugsley yelled over and over again in the woods.

“ Come out, boy. It’s me. No one;s gonna hurt you. Please.” Pugsley said desperately. Slurp had to be here, somewhere.

“Pugsley” his Dad said as he came to be by his side, out of breath. “We’ve been at this for hours.I’m not one to admit defeat, but Slurp found better pastures to roam in.”

Pugsley felt like crying. He bit his lip and stared at the ground. He couldn’t make his Dad say another six hours to help look. But Pugsley did not want to go home to be haunted by dreams of Slurp instead of the real thing. Maybe he could continue searching by himself tomorrow.

“Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go home.” Dad said ushering him to go.

“Okay.” was all that Pugsley could say.

As they walked through the woods towards the street, they saw groups of people walking in the same direction. Pugsley and his Dad both looked at each other questioningly.

His Dad approached a group and addressed them. “What a motley skeleton crew. Where are you all headed?”

“Pligram World.” A man replied, while handing Dad a flyer as he walked away.

“Los Spooky Noches” Dad read out.

“Can we go, Dad? Please?” Pugsley begged, he did not want to go home and think about his failure. He wanted to have a fun Dia de los muertos. Even if it had to be without Slurp. For his Dad’s benefit, he put on a cheery attitude. Pugsley did not want more pity or of his pet moving to a nice farm talk.

“Don’t tell your mother.” Dad said with a slight smile.

“Yes!” Pugsley said excitedly.

The father and son walked towards the family car and got in when Lurch opened the door for them.

Little did Pugsley know that a shadow in the woods saw. Isaac watched them drive away. Isaac needed to see Pugsley again. He didn’t know how long it would take to find Francoise. Isaac walked in the direction they drove in. Getting a few snacks along the way wouldn’t hurt.