corpses pov:
I looked down onto y/n, my phone was in her hand. I backed away from her and sat myself down. "What are you talking about?" I was so confused. All I knew was that she opened my phone and there was clearly something weird on there.
She handed the phone over the me, also moving off her back to sit up next to me. I had so many messages. Something was wrong. I had missed calls from literally everyone, even people I never talked to online. I opened my messages to see new texts from at least 40 different people. The person at the top of my texts was jacksepticeye.
I opened our chat
messages from jack:
<corpse did you see twitter>
<what's going on?>
<where the hell are you>
<is it actually you>
<who leaked the pic>
<CORPSE>
<GET HERE RIGHT NOW>
<IS THAT YOU>
<TELL ME IM HERE FOR U>
<ISTG IF SOMEONE ACTUALLY LEAKED THIS SHIT>
he had spammed me with dozens of messages but i still didn't understand what was going on.
<what are you talking about?>
I asked and not even 2 seconds later he was typing.
*1 attachment*
It was a picture.
Of me.
I was sat on a bathroom floor of a stall with a bottle of alcohol in my hand. I looked tired and dead but it was me. I was looking at the phone completely unaware that a picture was being taken and I was the centre of it all.
All the air in my lungs felt trapped and I couldn't breathe.
<how did you get this?>
I opened twitter like jack had told me to and the photo was everywhere. My face was everywhere. My whole timeline was people posting the picture or talking about it and I was left helpless.
They knew who I was.
YOU ARE READING
sweet ~ corpse husband
Romancecorpse x y/n "He's not like that, what is wrong with you?" "Oh what's wrong with me? I'm just looking out for you!" "Well stop! He's nothing like they think he is." "Oh yeh, then tell me what he's like." "he's sweet.." updating as much as I can, ple...
