DISCONTINUED - The Corona Fic

Uh Oh Stinky

Humans's POV

In this quarantined enclave, both Y/N and I find ourselves surrounded by dozens of tourists and Chinese citizens, their worn faces telling tales of affliction. Amidst this grim scene, Y/N's charm remains undiminished amidst the grim scene.

The hospital halls stretch before me, filled with the groans of the sick and the subtle scent of desperation. 'Mmm, smells yummy,' I jest inwardly. However, my fleeting amusement is interrupted by the sounds of suffering beside me, prompting by a resigned sigh.

Turning my attention back to Y/N, nestled beside me in slumber, I can't help but draw them closer, wrapping my arm around them. In the midst of the sweat-soaked ambience, a testament to their attempt to evade me, I find a peculiar calmness as I lick off the perspiration, somehow soothing their restless state. Pleased with myself for seemingly taming the beast, I drift into a restless sleep, the distant cries of others providing an eerie lullaby.

Y/N's POV

Entering quarantine, a wave of discomfort washes over me, prompting a swift descent into a deep slumber...

As I drift into the realms of dreams, morbid humour takes hold, contemplating the allure of death in the face of the Coronavirus. The idea of succumbing to its grasp flits through my mind, momentarily amusing me. "Lol, just kidding... Unless?" I tease myself, the morbidity giving way to a strange arousal at the thought of the virus-inducing pneumonia. 

A sudden, unexpected sensation of wetness interrupts my musings, bringing me back to reality. The lingering stickiness prompts an urgent need to address the unforeseen consequence of my Corona-induced fantasy.

Startled, I awaken to find myself damp, a peculiar wetness even on my forehead. 'Rather strange,' I ponder silently, dismissing the oddity for the time being. My attention shifts to the sight of the human sleeping beside me, and a mumbled insult escapes my lips at the vulgar spectacle.

Disregarding the unsettling dampness, I decide it's time to escape this unwelcome environment. With purpose, I tread down the lifeless hallway, peering into the windowed rooms in search of an exit. My objective is clear— to distance myself from the human and his unsightly presence. 

Suddenly, a voice disrupts my solitude with a familiar greeting, "Wagwan bruv." Even without turning, I recognize the source—it's none other than roadman Shrek, seemingly ready for his peculiar reproductive ritual.

Dammit...