Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER NINE - i look pretty good for a dead bitch (REMY) =

:September 30th, XX46; Monday.

:NEW WORLD.

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"Guess who's baa-aack~!"

Remy did a small twirl as he entered his bedroom, before collapsing onto his bed face-down with a dramatic sigh. Emile stared at him for a moment before giggling and sitting next to him.

"Who are you announcing that to, huh?"

"Them."

Emile blinked and looked up, at you. Remy flipped onto his back and looked up as well.

"Oh, huh."

"Yeah," Remy hoisted himself off the bed, "It's interesting, I can literally feel y'all watching me. I didn't wanna get back involved with this shithole of a plot, but... I don't know, whatever, I guess."

"You think you're gonna have main POV chapters now, then?"

"Seems like it, after what just happened this chapter is probably here to let all of them know what the fuck is going on in our lives."

"That makes sense."

A moment passed. Remy sighed and started walking to the bathroom, Emile following him. They started brushing their teeth, because yes, they felt the need to do that even though they were ghosts.

"Huh, not really sure what y'all need to know, but I'm sure there's a lot."

"Maybe you could just tell them what happened between the last book and this one?"

"Ah, yeah. You're smart, babes. Alright."

Remy abandoned brushing his teeth for that night, instead sitting on the closed toilet seat because he was also extremely lazy and had one of the shortest attention spans of anyone in this entire book series.

"Damn, wish the author would stop insulting me in the action descriptions. Anygay- uh... ah. Well, guess I should start with the fact my love and I aren't actually living in a shack anymore," he spoke, looking up at you all. "We got married- what a lovely day that was, by the way- and moved to where we are now after graduating college. Our house still looks pretty abandoned, and it is, but it's two-story, we have our therapy office on the first floor and a small living area on the second. Kitchen, living room- we got everything."

Emile finished brushing his teeth and started to wash his face. "We really don't know much about what happened with the Crofts', though- we only go by there when we're taking walks."

"Nah, but I can't imagine any weird shit has gone down. Their family is as sad and boring as my life was when I was in prison for ten years. I have encountered Patton's lovely brother a few times, and he's mostly just been a passive-aggressive bitch. He keeps accusing me of killing my husband because he's got nothing better to do with his afterlife."

"Rem, are you gonna get ready for bed or are you just gonna skip the routine tonight?" Emile asked, wiping off his face and going to stand next to Remy, carding a hand briefly through his hair. Remy hummed.

"You know, honestly, don't fucking feel like it."

"Well, at least don't wear jeans and a leather jacket to bed, honey." He smiled.

The two of them left the bathroom and got changed, in which Remy stayed silent because he didn't need passive-aggressive descriptions of himself being written while he was doing that. The two then climbed into bed and sat underneath the blankets, sides touching, Emile on his phone and Remy still looking up at you.