[Is It Hot In Here Or What?] Yandere!Twisted Wonderland X FEM!Modern!Reader

𝘨𝓮𝚝𝓉𝕚𝗻𝗀 ℯ𝒶𝔱𝖊𝑛 𝗯у 𝙖 ｍⅰ𝘳𝘳ᴑ𝘳

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{thank you so much to @ATotalMuichiroSimp

for allowing me to use/borrow their  idea for the zombie's! I can't thank you enough<3}

. . . . . ╰──╮ Y/n's pov ╭──╯ . . . . .

The day was as boring and as usual as always.. just sit around, talk to yourself and look fucking badass.. 

"Ughh~ this is so damn boring.. but, at least I have you my little ditto, your my only friend"

Ofcourse I started to act dramatic the second my lovely, yet depressing, eyes landed on the little zombie on the desk who kept smacking their head on my desk. they're so cute, yet stupid.. but what do you expect from a brain-dead zombie? just be grateful it doesn't eat you, and helps protect you from other zombies.

They were a strange case you can say.. and I still remember how I met them like it was yesterday.

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ Flash back my dudes ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

"...damn, you live like this?"

staring at the trashed room, I felt as if I had just been killed as the depressing and messy place that used to be my office. 

"rwah! blah"

a high pitch gurgled growl came from somewhere as I stepped foot in the office. upon feeling something smack against my shoe, I looked down... only to fown at the sight.

"oh mah god! you're so cute~"

it was a really REALLY tiny zombie, like, so tiny it was the size of your palm. and it was currently layed on your shoe and seemed like it was trying to fight something... but, I felt the color drain from my face as I realized that the little zombie was growling in pain..

"aw, my bro- why didn't you say so?? lets get that leg patched up my ditto"

Scooping up the dude, I didn't bother worrying if it'd bite me, as I had thick leather gloves on, and placed it laying down on the desk, which was littered head to toe in papers,files, and food wrappers.

Opening the drawer on my left, I grabbed the dusty bandages and a peiece of medical tape. The zombie strangely   had no pants on, but a  shirt that seemed too big for him.

"my godness, just who was your sad exscuse of a parent? not even giving you proper clothing"

The tiny zombie just layed motionless, but it seemed to slightly understand what you were saying, as it lifted its tiny hand on top of your finger, which was poking at his shirt. 

"welp, that should do my bro. now.. lets see if I can find ya some pant's"

and just like that, you two had became inseparable.

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ flash back has died﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

ofcourse I still don't know the origins of the poor dude, and to  be honest, I really didn't wanna- or more like, i was too lazy- to find out what exactly this guy might be... all I do know is that this little guy, is officially yourself proclaimed child.

"ya know, why don't we try and see if there is anything salvageable in the building next door... perhaps, the boss's office has something embarrassing in there?"