6027 | corpse husband ✓

| Chapter 3 |

It was a nice Saturday night in San Fransisco. The sky was full of stars, the weather was slightly chilly but not too cold. Love longed to go out for a night walk, but being too afraid in the dark streets alone and having her stream scheduled just about forty-five minutes from now on, she couldn't do that.

Love lounged on her beige couch in her small living room, which was used mostly as a dining area. It was an open space, having the kitchen and the living room in one room. She was on her phone, scrolling through social media stuff, just stalling before her stream. She planned on playing some indie games while chatting with her chat. It was her favorite program of the week.

She got bored soon and went to her kitchen. The young girl started preparing herself some salad beside her chicken because she needed to eat something before her stream, not being able to tell when she will going to end it. Usually, it lasted quite a few hours and Love got hungry very quickly.

Just as she started to slice up some tomatoes into a bowl, her phone's loud ringing interrupted her meal prepping. She jumped slightly at the sudden noise, not being used to somebody calling her at all, especially at this hour of the weekend.

Curious about who would call her, Love placed her knife down on the counter and made her way to her phone, which buzzed loudly on her small coffee table in front of the couch.

INCOMING CALL...

CORPSE HUSBAND

ACCEPT    DECLINE

Oh shit.

Love started panicking.

Nobody ever called her, she didn't like phone calls that much. It required too much attention from her at once, which she could provide all the time. And, because it was Corpse, her anxiety was through the roof.

Since their last interactions about that Twitter clip, they hadn't talked at all. So it was super odd.

Not knowing what to do exactly, she just answered the Discord call, because not answering the call would be more awkward.

„Uhm, hello?" she said with confusion thick in her voice, only to be replied to by silence. „Corpse, did you mean to call me?"

She listened carefully, trying to make out anything on the other side of the line. Then, sudden heavy breathing struck her like a lightning. It sounded worrying.

„Hey, are you okay?" Love asked her anxiety through the roof. The response was some more heavy breathing, and it made her want to rip out her hair. „Corpse?!"

„I'm having a panic attack." came the final answer from a distraught Corpse. Hearing the panic in his voice made Love's heart clutch.

„Oh my god, okay" she huffed out a small breath and placed herself down on her couch. She was helpless, she never had to deal with such things, and it made her realize her life wasn't as difficult as she thought. „What happened?"

„Someone recognized me on the street."

Holy fuck.

It's worse than she taught. But she couldn't panic right now, it would only make it worse for him.

„No, it's probably a misunderstanding. Nobody knows what you look like." Love tried to sound convincing, but even she could hear the doubt in her voice.

„Well, now they do." he breathed loudly. It sounded like he was far away from the phone.

„Where are you now?" the brunette asked, cracking her fingers in distress. It was an old habit of hers.