Maxine Smith was the girl who didn't believe, and Corpse Husband was the masked man. They were both fucked up and they both knew it, but for some strange reason, two fuck ups made two decent human beings together. It wasn't math or science- that's...
tossing and turning at night absolutely sucked. max was so sick of it. all she wanted to do was simply lay down, close her eyes, and fall the fuck asleep. what about that was so hard for her brain to fucking comprehend?
when she gets stressed, she ticks. when she ticks, she gets stressed. its just a never ending cycle of fucking bullshit.
she groaned as her phone rang and her neck twitched, but stopped short when she saw the caller i.d.
call started 23:42
corpse?
couldnt sleep. i hope you dont mind.
not at all, neither could i.
does talking help you fall asleep?
it does. does it help you?
a lot.
that's why you called?
yeah. i know we dont really know each other, but you're the only person i could think of.
its fine. *a smiled played on her lips as she involuntary hit her thigh* your voice is soothing.
so is yours. i like the accent.
i like the... deepness
*the both of them broke out into a light laughter*
did your tics calm down?
a little. i have an amazing dog who comforts me.
a dog?
that's what i said, innit?
*corpse laughed* what kind?
great dane. huge fucker, he is.
please dont tell me you gave him some stupid fucking name like 'cupcake'
hell no. his name is thor.
that's a fitting name.
mhm. *max yawned and her neck twitched again*
getting sleepy?
a little. doesn't mean i'm gonna fall asleep, though.
i know the feeling. *corpse rolled over onto his back and sighed* you have insomnia?
sure do, deep voice daddy
*corpse blushed* w-what-
you heard what i said *max laughed* sorry, i gotta crack a joke every once in a while to maintain a healthy mental state.
you mean to cover up the fact that you dont have one?
bingo. you're a great imposter, by the way.
i know.
cocky bastard.
no, just proud of myself.
i'd say full.
you dont know my life.
*a pause* exactly.
what?
i know literally nothing about you.
and i know literally nothing about you.
you first.
okay, well, i'm 23, a leo, if that fucking matters. i hate social interaction and avoid it at all costs, just like showing my face. i'm... afraid people will judge me or drop me or something like that. i have a fucked up eye and have to wear an eyepatch while streaming so i dont strain it. that's about it.
i'm 22, and a libra. i dont talk to my family since they basically disowned me for coming out to them as bi. i was raised a hard core christian and they told me i was a sin. i have tourettes, insomnia, anxiety and ever since my family dropped me i'm terrified to trust people. honestly, i'm baffled as to why i'm even telling you all this.
you don't have to *corpses voice was a whisper.*
i know *maxs voice dropped to the same tone as a yawn left her mouth.* i'm sleepy.
so am i.
goodnight, corpse.
goodnight, max.
call ended 06:58
she fell asleep quickly, as did corpse. it was strange how just the comfort of their breathing allowed them to fall asleep, but they decided not to question it. it was too perfect to be picked apart.
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