And All Things Will End

by Somebody_is_nobody

Summary:

What happens when your band has a guitarist that dies, you replace them eventually, but he comes back as an immortal ghost, then you guys get really popular, and you have to balance the fact you're childhood best friend won't age with you, he's a ghost, and explain to your fans why your rhythm guitarist doesn't age past 17.

Notes:

I think this is my first like serious type fic so I am ALL for criticism on anything, but I would also like to know if anyone likes it so far :3 I really like this concept I've come up with and I have an entire world built around it. I'll update the tags as I go too!

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

“Do you think we’ll have success in the future with Avenged Sevenfold, Brian?” Zacky asked. They were driving home from a particularly exciting gig, there were more people than usual, the crowd was roaring, some people even had their band name on their shirts. The whole band was in high spirits even if most of the people were there for other bands playing they felt the energy for their time slot just the same. They had partied afterward and now Brain was driving Zacky home from the venue.

“Mmmm maybe? You guys didn’t sound too bad tonight.” Brian replied. “That was such a backhanded compliment and you know it. You’re so mean to us, sometimes I wonder why I still talk to you” Zacky feigned hurt, dramatically draping his arm over his face. Brian laughed and pushed him lightly while staying focused on the road. “You’re lucky I’m even driving you home, you know how much I hate driving at night.” “Yeah but you love me even without my license” he said while batting his lashes. “I can’t believe you failed your written test. We’re almost 18, you know.” Brian sighed, ignoring how he felt when Zacky said he loved him. “I knowww, but that means I can just go take the exam and skip a permit!” He exclaimed. “Okay, whatever you say”

They were getting closer to Zacky’s house and Brian noticed Zacky’s bubblyness fading away. All their friends knew he didn’t have the best home life, he didn’t speak much about it though, Brian only knew his father was the problem. He’d met Mrs. Baker before and she was super sweet to him, he teased Zacky calling him a mama’s boy for weeks after that. Brian almost didn’t want to make the turn when they finally made it to Zacky’s road. He looked over to Zacky who was biting at his nails while looking out the side window. Brian had always wished he’d stop doing that but he didn’t want to ruin his mood further by mentioning it now.

Brain pulled into Zacky’s driveway and parked behind his fathers car. The lights were still on in the house which meant his dad was still awake waiting for him. “You could just stay the night at my house tonight Zacky.” Brain said softly. “No, I mean I would love to but my mom wanted me to come home tonight because it’s Father's Day tomorrow and she wants to do something special for it.” He replied with an edge of fear in his voice. “Alright, but know, there’s always a place for you at-” A faint scream could be heard from inside the house making both of their heads dart up to the front door. Brian immediately looked back at Zacky, he’d never seen such a look of fear on someone before. “That was my mom’s voice” Zacky whispered, his voice trembling a bit. “I have to go help her.” he started to reach for the car door, “Zacky I can help, let me come in with you” “No, I don’t want you to have to deal with my family” Zacky pleaded. “We both know I'm stronger, Zach, I can-” “please Brian. Don’t.” With that Zacky bolted from Brain’s car into his house. Brian stayed in the car but didn’t leave, just stared at the front door hoping for Zacky to be okay.

Zacky took in the scene from the entry area of his house. The living room to his right was torn apart, there were glass pieces all over the carpet and the obvious struggle of a fight with the way things were thrown to different places in the room. He looked closer and swore he could see bits of blood on the carpet. As he walked forward down the hall he noticed bumps on the walls and saw a tiny trail of blood drops, far apart from each other, leading to the stairs. He could hear his parents yelling at each other, his moms voice filled with fear and reason, his fathers obviously drunk. He slowly walked up the stairs, scared of what condition he was about to see both of his parents in.

When he reached the top of the stairs he sucked in a quick breath, immediately jumping between his mom and father. His father had an empty beer bottle raised in one hand to hit his mother on the head with, who was already on the floor, bleeding little from her head while looking up in fear at her husband. Instead it hit Zacky who was trying to stop the bottle from hitting his mom. It shattered on his shoulder, cutting him deep, making blood drip down his left arm. “ZACH WHAT THE HELL.” his father yelled at him, and grabbed his arm, shaking him around. “LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME FUCKIN DO. I WAS TRYING TO HIT YOUR BITCH OF A MOTHER.” Zacky tried to pull away from his grip, tugging at his arm. “Zach! Oh my god, are you okay?!” his mother shouted with worry, getting up slightly to try and look at his arm” “Let. Go. Of. Me. leave me and my mom alone.” “YOU LIKE THAT BITCH BETTER HUH? WELL LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT SHES WORTH” he tried to pull Zacky out of the way to the side but Zacky pushed his weight the other way to stay in the line of his mom. His father raised the rest of the shattered bottle and hit Zacky again, but this time on the head. Blood started to gush down his face and into his left eye. “That’ll show you, you don’t get in between me and this slut’s fights.” His father slurred, pulling a swaying Zacky by his arm behind him. Zacky tried to stay afoot to protect his mom, he whirled around making it two small steps back before he slipped down the stairs. He felt like time went in slow motion. He saw his moms horrified face as she tried to reach for him. He was able to grab onto the railing with his left hand, but the blood made it too slippery and he fell further back, not touching the ground until his neck snapped on the first floor.

Brian was finally about to pull out of Zacky’s driveway, he had a bad feeling about leaving Zacky alone, tonight especially. He just couldn’t push away the feeling of dread in his stomach making him nauseous. Brian finally decided that he couldn’t just leave him with his parents fighting like that and walked to the front door. Reaching for the door handle his prayers were answered as it was unlocked. He was just about to announce his presence when he saw Zacky’s bloody body flying from the stairway and heard a sickening crunch as his head snapped in a way that wasn’t humanly possible. He stood in the doorway for what felt like an eternity, staring at Zacky’s lifeless body, his eyes open and staring at him. His limbs lay in all different directions, as if he was just in a weird sleeping position, if not for his neck bent at a wrong angle and for the blood rapidly pooling around him. The dead silence was broken by Zacky’s mom screaming for her baby boy.

Brian finally stopped staring and ran over to Zacky’s body, falling to his knees next to him and putting his head in his lap. He started crying, holding onto Zacky as if it would be his last time ever seeing him. “Zacky. Zacky please wake up. Please Zacky, please please” Brain whispered to him, cradling his body in his arms. At some point his mom finally managed to make it down the stairs to them, she sank to the ground beside them, Brian not even acknowledging her. She pet Zacky’s blood matted, purple and black hair, getting blood all over her hand. She whispered on repeat. "My baby boy, no.” Tears streaming down her face mixing with her own blood from before. They stayed in the position like that, ignoring Zacky’s father frantically calling 911, trying to come up with a story on the spot that made him seem not guilty

When the ambulance and police got there they had to pull Zacky’s mom away forcefully to get her medical assistance. They tried to talk Brian out of his dissociated state to get him to let go of the dead body, but nothing was getting through to him. He just rocked slightly back and forth, holding the body like his life depended on it. Like if he let go the idea of Zacky would vanish from the world. They ended up having to have police officers pull him back, with much struggle as Brian was on the stronger side, and take the body away before he could go back to it. Brian didn’t want his and Zacky’s story to end here, they were only 17.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Notes:

So this chapter was going to be out way sooner than its being put out, buuut, I ran over a screw on the way to get chocolate to eat while writing this chapter and popped my tire! then I was stuck on the side of the road until 12am and then the next few days I had work. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter though, I didn't read it over so it might be all over the place but I still hope you enjoy it!

Today is Zacky’s funeral. Brian wasn’t invited as it was only for close family and friends of family. He wanted to go so bad but he feared for what Zacky’s father would do to him if he went. His father hated Brian for trying to convince the police it was him that killed Zacky. He somehow managed to convince them it wasn’t him that did it, that he just fell during a normal fight. He had threatened Brian and Zacky’s mom to not say anything more. His mom helped him lie to the police making it more believable and Brian just stayed quiet out of fear. He wanted nothing more than to go over to the station and scream that it was him, that his own father, the man that was supposed to take care of him, was the one to murder him. Zacky, oh Zacky. Brian always wishes he had the courage to go and tell on him, but if he was willing to murder his own son for just sticking up for his mom, then what would he do to him? He’s not his family, he never even liked him. He can’t do it.

Matt was invited to the funeral. Brian tried to convince him to go but he had been inconsolable for days. He wouldn’t leave his house for anything even with his mom begging him to come out of his room to eat. Brian understood, they just lost their best friend and guitarist, they had known each other for forever. Brian went over to his house eventually, he sat on the chair that goes with Matt's desk off the side of his bed. Matt was laying on his back on the bed with his legs hanging off, his hands covering his face. They had been talking for awhile and they got to the topic of his band. “Do you think you will continue without..” Brian paused, looking at Matt, “without Zacky?” Matt sighed a slight shaky breath. “He would want us to, but Jimmy isn’t very big on the idea without him since he was the one who convinced Jim to join anyway. We also would have to find a.. find a new guitarist.” Brian stared at Matt with a slightly shocked expression. He had never heard Matt’s voice so small before, like he was scared to fully admit that Zacky was gone. “I, uh, I could fill in for him. I wouldn’t mind. He was always trying to get me to join the band anyway.” Matt finally took his hands away from his face and sat up slowly to look at Brian.

Brian stared at Matt’s face, his eyes were slightly puffy, there was eyeliner residue still on his face from the last gig, he had eyebags and looked paler than usual. Brian probably looked just as bad as him, but he was still worried about his friend. “You.. would do that? You would play guitar for us?” Matt asked with disbelief in both the words he spoke and his facial expression. Brian felt a little uncomfortable with all of Matt’s attention on him but he replied, “Yes, of course. Zacky loved playing with you guys and I know it would make him happy to have me be playing in the band with you guys.” Matt got up from his bed and walked the few steps to get over to Brian, hugging him immediately. “Thank you, Brian. This means so much more to me than you could imagine. I miss him so much.” Brian hugged Matt back, he stiffened a bit thinking about how he had hugged Zacky that same way before he died that night. He started to stare off into space, imagining Zacky’s bloodied body, his blood on Brian’s hands, arms, legs, clothes, having to wash it all off once he got home from all the questions the police had. His parents fussing over him. The lonely feeling of laying in his bed without Zacky, who he had asked to come over that night. He couldn’t stop thinking about that night, the way Zacky’s body looked. Blood. The snap. Yelling, yelling, “Brian?” He looked up and saw Matt staring at him worried. “You’re crying.” He hadn’t even noticed. “I miss him a lot, Matty.” Brian hadn’t used that nickname for him in years. “I think I loved him..” Brian whispered into Matt’s shoulder. Matt stiffened in the hug, then his body started shaking a bit as he joined Brian in crying. “I’m sorry Brian. I wish I was there with you when he fell.” Fell. He didn’t fall, it was his dad, his fucking dad threw him down the stairs and he got away with it. This wasn’t an accident.

Matt decided that after another week of mourning they were to have a band practice, the first one without Zacky. Brian showed up a little late having to navigate where to go using Matt’s shitty directions. It was almost his 18th birthday, only 3 days till. He’d be 18 without Zacky. When Brian walked in he was met with the band, Matt, Jimmy, and Wendt. Jimmy came up to him and gave him a hug. “Thank you, Brian. I don’t think I’d be able to continue with this band if anyone but you came to play guitar.” he said while smiling sadly. Brian nodded with his best attempt at a smile back. Matt got everyone together to start playing. Brian fit in with their groove easily, it was almost like Zacky never left, like Brian just knew all the chords while having not heard some of the songs they were playing. It was kind of scary. When they were all starting to get tired from playing they decided to just sit around and talk. It felt nice for them to all just be sitting there together talking. “You guys think we should have stage names? Wouldn’t that be sick?” Matt said, making everyone think about it. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin with giving myself a second name.” Brian replied. “Something sinister though, I would want it to be cool,” he laughed. “I want to be called The Reverend. I’ve already thought this over before.” Jimmy stated, looking overly proud of himself. “Why don’t you just literally call yourself sinister? It would be literal and funny.” “Give it a fuckass spelling too!” Matt quipped thinking Jimmy’s idea was hilarious. “I think I’d do something based on my real name, keep it closer to myself you know” “That’s a nice idea.” Brian replied. He couldn’t help but think what Zacky’s would be. Brain chuckled to himself thinking of all the stupid things Zacky would name himself. “What are you laughing about over there “sinister”.” Matt teased. “I was just thinking about what stupid name Zacky would name himself.” Everyone went silent after that, they hadn’t brought up his name all day. Brian wondered if he went too far saying that aloud. Once Brian was on the verge of apologising for bringing up Zacky, Matt cracked a wide smile and started laughing. “You’re so right, he would come up with something like “guitar freak” as a stage name!” “I remember the time he tried to go by just Z because he thought it was cool to have one letter as a name” Jimmy added in. They eventually started to bring up random stories about Zacky, they all laughed and cried a bit thinking about the band mate they had to replace, being grateful that Brian was willing to be the one to fill the job for them.

Eventually they all went home after a very successful time playing together and hanging out. They had a few more rehearsals that went swimmingly. Matt decided it was finally time to do another show, their first without Zacky. Brian was really nervous to play with them, he knew he was good, great even, but he wasn’t Zacky, wasn’t what they started with. Matt assured him that everything was going to go great, and it did. The crowd was lively, the other local bands were doing great, and during their time slot Matt mentioned how they had lost Zacky and Brian was kind enough to learn all of his parts to help their friends continue what Zacky dreamed of for them. They were all emotional after the show, excited, happy, sad, everything, Wendt and Jimmy a little drunk. Brian invited Matt over for a sleep over after the show, not wanting to be alone. They were both sitting on Brian’s bed just talking about the show. “You were so good Brian, I know Zacky would be proud of you.” Matt said to Brian, “Thanks man, you were awesome too Matt. Your vocals always sound good even though I usually like making fun of you after the shows I would watch.” “..You would make fun of me???” “Uhh, only to Zacky, if that makes it better?” Matt started laughing out loud, feigning hurt he draped himself over the bed with his arm across his forehead. “I can’t believe you would say so many hurtful things about my singing to the one and only Zacky, so mean Brian.” Brian rolled his eyes and smiled a bit, he decided to play along with him. “I wanted him to hate it as much as I do!” Matt gasped and looked to Brian with wide eyes. “How dare you Brian, you’re so so mean to me.” “Yeah he was so rude when talking about you.” Matt and Brian suddenly froze in fear. Neither of them had said that. Brian slowly looked around to find the source of the sound. He fully turned around and saw, sitting in his desk chair, Zacky. A slightly translucent version of his friend with blood dripping down his face and arm, exactly how he looked when he was laying at the bottom of the stairs just without his neck snapped. He was looking down at his left hand, examining the blood underneath his finger nails, one leg up on the chair leaning back like he was still alive in the flesh. Brian stared at the figure that looked like his dead friend, he couldn’t look away from him. Matt finally moved and rolled over slightly to see the same figure Brian was, sitting in the chair. “Zacky…?” Matt asked, slightly confused. The Zacky figure finally looked up and saw that both of his alive friends were staring right at him, fear and confusion evident in both of their faces. “Can- can you guys see me?” Zacky(?) asked them. Brian’s eyes widened even further and he screamed, Mat grabbed him and brought them both to Brian’s bathroom across the hall from his room. That can’t be their dead friend, can it?

Notes:

Sooo.... Zacky ghost on a chair am I right?

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Notes:

This chapter took forever to come out T^T SOS sorry! I can update that my car was fixed! but I've been working more so I can like yk pay for it lol.

I think one of the reasons my fic doesn't get as many hits as others is because It has no smut in it, I was thinking about it but idk how it would fit with Zacky being stuck in a 17 yo body. it would be between two other characters maybe but he is (kinda) the mc, idk I'll think about it lol.

Tw for implied sa: it's one line and not graphic at all just to show how gross a character really is, but I thought I'd put a warning anyway :3

Matt was standing in front of Brian in the bathroom with the door locked, breathing heavily while trying to wrap his head around what he just saw. His dead friend just spoke to them and they saw him in Brian’s chair. His DEAD friend. “Brian.” Matt whispered. “Did we really just see Zacky sitting in your room?” A few moments passed before Brian responded with “We couldn’t’ve. He died.” Brian whispered back. “But he was kinda see throughy.” “Are you trying to say he came back as a ghost.” Brian whisper-yelled at him. “I am a ghost.” “AHH WHAT THE FUCK.” Brain screamed, they both whipped around to see Zacky(?) behind them, he was kinda floating a bit, almost like hovering over the ground. “This isn’t real. You aren’t real. Me and Brian are dreaming together and we’ll wake up and it will be gone.” Matt said while staring wide eyed at Zacky(?) “You guys aren’t dreaming, I wish you were too. I don’t know why I’m a ghost, or why I can’t seem to leave Brian’s side.” Zacky(..?) said while crossing his arms, his left still dripping blood, except it seemed to disappear once it was a few inches away from his body. “So.. You’re a.. ghost?” Brian said hesitantly. “Yes.” “And you’re attached to me somehow?” “Yes.” “Can.. can we touch you?” Brian looked at him hopefully. “I don’t know.. Its been almost a month and just now you guys are able to see me.” Zacky(the real Zacky) replied with a sad tone and looked down to the floor. Brian slowly shuffled over to where Zacky was hovering and reached out a hand, he grabbed Zacky’s wrist and was able to hold it as if he was alive.

“I can touch you.” Brian said excitedly, he pulled a stunned Zacky into a tight hug, putting his head into Zacky’s neck and started to sob. “I missed you so much Zacky. I begged for you to wake up, I pleaded and prayed, I did fucking everything and you were still dead. I can’t do it without you Zee.” Brian sobbed into Zacky. Matt slowed shuffled over to where they were, disbelief written all over his face, and joined the hug, tears already streaming down his face. “I don’t know how you’re here with us, but I’ll protect you and you’ll never leave us again.” Matt said, putting his hand on the back of Zacky’s head, fingers threading through his blood matted hair, to pull him as close as possible with Brian still holding him. “I can’t do it without you man.” Zacky finally hugged them both back and started crying too. “I don’t know what I’d do if I had to watch you guys grow up without you being able to see me. Just watching you guys was horrible. I never want to see you guys in that condition ever again.” Zacky started to uncontrollably sob as both of his best friends held his ghostly body.

They stood there holding each other for what felt like hours, their crying starting to slow down. Brian and Matt’s grip started to loosen but never fully let go of him. Matt was holding Zacky’s arm while Brian held his hand in a tight grip. Brian wanted to ask Zacky a question, but he couldn’t quite get the courage to ask. Of course Matt had no problem just asking outright. “Are you attached to one of us?”... Zacky looked at him for a moment then thought about it. “Umm, I think so? I haven’t really tried to leave either of you but I guess I could try-” “No.” Matt cut in, then his face turned lightly red and he quickly turned away a bit. “I meant, I don’t want you to leave just yet, we just got you back and stuff.” Zacky smiled fondly at him. “I won’t leave just yet. We can find out another time.”

 

“Are you stuck with all your injuries on display?” Brian asked hesitantly. “I mean since we’re asking questions, you don’t have to answer any if you don’t want to, obviously, I don’t wanna overwhelm you, and it’s not like I hate it all I just hate seeing you so hurt..” “Brian.” He looked up at Zacky to see no anger in his face, but slight annoyance. “You could never ask a question that would overwhelm me, you guys get to know everything about me, there's no tmi here. To answer your question, I uh, I don’t know. When I first came back I didn’t have all these injuries but then… then I guess I saw you holding my body, and uh, I got super sad, and mad, and then I had them all again.” Matt’s head shot to Brian after that, face full of fear and surprise. “You were there… you were there when Zacky died.”

They sat in a few moments of silence, Brian started to zone out, thinking about the night Zacky died. Zacky looking in between the two of them. Matt stared directly at Brian, concern and hurt all over his face. Brian started to open his mouth to explain but Zacky beat him to it. “The night I died, Brian begged me to come over to his house once we got to my driveway. We could hear my father beating on my mom, I said no and ran into my house after begging Brian to just go home. I found my house wrecked and my parents fighting upstairs. My mom was on the floor, bloody and beaten by my father…” Zacky started to cry again, sniffling and hiccuping between words. “I just, just wanted my mom to be okay… I saw my father was about to hit my mama with the bottle in his hand *hic* I- I tried to go between them to grab his wrist before it hit her, but I was too slow and it hit me first. I *hic* got cut on my shoulder making my arm all bloody.. He hit me again with the bottle while trying to hit my mama again. He pulled me behind him but I wanted to keep protecting her, I took two steps behind me and fell down the stairs. I tried.. I really tried to stay up there but my blood made the railing too slippery *sob* I saw my mama’s face before I fell. She was so scared. I want my mama so bad. I really really tried *hic* I tried so hard, you have to believe me, I just didn’t want them to fight anymore *hic* I didn’t wanna die anymore. I don’t wanna be dead, I’m only 17, I wanna make music with you guys and grow up *sniff* and and, I just wanna see my mommy again.”

Tears were pouring out of Zacky’s eyes, he rapidly whipped them away with his hands to no avail. Matt stared at him, trying to process everything he just said. Did he say his father killed him? It… it wasn’t an accident. Did Brian see this? Did Brian know Zacky’s father killed him this whole time and say nothing? He. said. Nothing.

Matt angrily looked over to Brian who was still staring off into nothing. “Why didn’t you say anything about this Brian!” Matt shouted at him grabbing the collar of his shirt, making Brian break out of his disassociated state. “You KNEW. You knew that Zacky’s father killed him and yet you defended him! You told the police you guys were roughhousing and he got cut up during that so you went to fix him up and he FELL. You lied to the police, they believed you, and his father walked away with no consequence. What the fuck, Brian.” Matt yelled at him inches from his face. “Matt, stop it.” Zacky said through tears. “No. I wanna know his excuse for letting your murderer walk away and lie for him” Matt retorted. “What do you have to say huh?” Brian’s eyes looked like they were glossed over, like he wasn’t fully there at the moment.

“He… he said that he would do worse things to me and Zacky’s mom if we told the police.” Brian said quietly. Neither boy had ever heard Brian sound so small and fearful in their lives, always so cocky and lively. It scared the two. “I- I didn’t know what to do, I hadn’t even known it was his fathers fault when I walked in. He- he was so scary, he grabbed my face and made me look into his eyes, explaining exactly what he would do if I said anything to anyone.” Matt thought back to the first time seeing Brian after Zacky was killed, “those bruises on your face… they were from-” Brian nodded. “He gripped my face hard enough to get me to stop staring at Zacky in my arms. He said he would do more than kill me if I told, that- that I was pretty enough..”

Matt tried to comprehend what he had just learned from both of his closest friends, what they both had been hiding. Zacky saying that he didn’t want to die anymore like he wanted to before this happened, Brian being so terrified of what he saw that he believed the drunk bastard would actually get away with anything like that. He was so conflicted. Zacky, on the other hand, could believe his father would threaten him, but in the way he did was insane to him.

There was another long silence between them all, still on the floor of Brian’s bathroom, Matt now hugging Brian and Zacky while they sniffled and cried, Matt trying to stay as strong as possible to not cry for both of his friends, who were hurting so much, one dead and a ghost. Matt looked at the clock Brian had on the wall of his bathroom, it read 2:36 am, They had been in there talking for about two hours now, it was getting late. “We should all go back to your bedroom, Brian. We can figure out more about this ghost situation later.” Matt whispered, not wanting to break the peace the two in his arms had finally reached. Brian tiredly blinked at Matt and nodded, slowly getting up. Zacky floated up too, just slightly off the ground, like he was hovering. Matt followed behind them, watching with a fond smile on his face as Zacky floated his legs up a bit more as he put a hand on Brian’s shoulder so he didn’t have to direct himself to Brian’s room.

Brain handed Matt some pajama pants to borrow for the night when they got in there and quickly changed. Brian got into his bed underneath the covers as Matt went to sleep on the floor. “What are you doing?” Brain asked. “I’m going to sleep?” Matt replied confused. “Nooo come up to the bed, it’s a group cuddle night! Right, Zee?” Brian said tiredly, Matt smiled again and went over to the bed. “Zacky you get in first.” Matt said to the ghost who was still floating above Brian. “Brian gets the middle though.” Zacky said, getting in on Brian’s left side. Matt got under the covers on Brian’s left. “You are so lucky you have at least a full sized bed dude.” Matt said feeling like he had the bare minimum for room on the bed. “I’m gonna fall off in the middle of the night.” Brian rolled over to look at Matt, obviously half asleep. He wrapped his arms around Matt’s middle and pulled him in further, head laying on his chest like it was a pillow. “Look, now there's more room.” Brain said proudly, speech kinda slurred from tiredness. Zacky wrapped his ghostly arms around Brian’s middle too and instantly fell asleep. “Man, I wish I could fall asleep that fast.” Brain said into Matt’s chest, obviously fighting off sleep himself. “Maybe being a ghost makes you more tired.” He theorized. Slowly his breathing evened out and he soon followed Zacky in falling asleep in Brian’s mandated cuddle pile.

Matt stared at the two figures cuddling him in their sleep and thought about how weird this night was and how many secrets were shared with him. He thinks maybe Brian being so nice and cuddly was a side effect of the night they just had, Matt’s not complaining, but is maybe a little pink in the face. Eventually Matt wraps his arms around Brian too, thinking about how they’re gonna explain to other people how Zacky’s a ghost, and also what kinda relationship he now has with his two best friends.

Notes:

This one was fr the saddest thing I have ever written, guys Zacky just wants to see his mommy again :(

Also if you think their kinda ooc, well yeah, but also they're only 18 and 17, they gotta act a little bit like children, especially when one is DEAD! I also don't think Matt and Brian will be like a *thing* but I think they're cute ^0^

I hope you guys liked it T^T