70% awful fuckdoor

graveyard whistling

brian backstory fic. i headcanoned that he was murdered and forgot about it, and he moved in with vicky for a few years before they both went to Spooky High. eventually becomes bramien.

He wakes up in a dumpster with no idea how he got there. *

"Wow, you're real tall for a zombie."

He looks up.  He's not sure how the speaker can tell what his full height is, considering he's crouched in an alleyway and they're standing a few metres away.  His eyesight isn't the greatest, and the sun setting an hour ago doesn't help; he can't tell much about the stranger other than 'blue' and 'lots of hair'.  He ignores them in favour of his cold, slightly gross slice of scavenged pizza.

"I didn't know zombies ate fast food!" they comment.

"Yeah, well, this one does," he mutters around a mouthful of greasy cheese.  He tries not to feel bothered by the other person's observations, unsure which part unsettles him more: the confirmation that he is undead, or the fact that he's an unusual case.  He startles when a pale hand is thrust in front of his face.

"I'm Vicky!" the hand's owner says cheerfully.

"And I'm eating," he replies pointedly, more than a little irritated at the interruptions.  To his further annoyance, Vicky sits down next to him.  He's a bit shocked at first to see that they're... well, clearly not human anymore, judging by the extensive stitches and unusual skin tone.  But who is he to judge?  He started turning fucking green about a week ago.

Vicky looks at him with bright eyes.  "So what's your name?"

He shrugs.

To his surprise, Vicky seems to take this into stride.  "That sounds pretty normal!" she says cheerfully.  "Dying probably makes it pretty easy to forget stuff."

Somehow the pizza tastes worse than before.  "Um... sure?"

Vicky gasps.  "Oh!  Sorry, was that insensitive?  I'm still getting used to this whole being-undead business and got over-excited.  You're the first person I've met who's also a reanimated corpse!"

Fantastic.  He's going to put that pizza down now.  "Uh... same here."

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shall I compare thee to a summer’s gay?

bramien fic in which Brian doesn’t actually ask Damien out for Monster Prom and tries to get over his crush, and it starts to work because he meets someone online who’s really good at writing poetry, and they seem to like him back... 

(it’s Damien, obviously)

Let it be known that Brian is a fucking chickenshit coward when it really matters.

Well.  He’s being a bit dramatic.  Monster Prom doesn’t matter that much.  It’s more the missed opportunity to ask Damien to go to the prom with him that matters.  He sees his friends scrambling in the last few weeks to try and win their classmates over and, frankly, Brian thinks he’d rather die a second time.

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the fox and the hellhound