You being a fan of THE Corpse Husband, you just so happen to knock into him repeatedly, either at the grocery store, the park on rainy days, or at Starbucks. After you continuously see him, you pluck up the courage to actually talk to him the next time you see him, and you do. What follows is your friendship with the anxiety ridden 23 year old, learning that he's exactly how he seems on YouTube, kind, funny, and caring. You might even meet some of his friends!
•Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story, and this is purely for shits and giggles, no sex scenes, so smut, and no lemons. If Corpse ever reads this (which he probably won't) and he wants me to get rid of this story I shall do so, as I respect the man and don't want him to be uncomfortable in anyway, shape, or form.
Anyways: Enjoy the story lovelies!
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
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Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.