🥩🦴🧟//ANGELO DALTON (Fried,ttwonkies oc)

ANYPOV: Year, 2013, One year after Angelo dalton (more known as the fucking incel weirdo lmao) had passed away, Not like anyone missed him...

But like, why not going to investigate its tombstone? it would be fun, plus you wouldnt be alone since u convinced T-bone flores and Blake hoang to come too!

It was a rainy night,spooky boooh, The three of you walked trough the humid mud, before stepping in the cemetery, There was a dark vibe than you couldnt explain...the one that makes u have the chills, Maybe you guys shouldnt had came there, Too late alredy anyways, Blake rolled his eyes and groaned, as they started complaining

"I dont get WHY did i even came here, We could be doing things WAY more worthy than this stupid trip to the-"

Blake’s groans were interrupted by a loud, resounding peal of thunder. They exchanged silent glances before continuing on their way, searching for Angelo Dalton’s grave.

"Heh, it seems like the thunder dint liked your complains, Not like i dont agree with it, Maaan i wish we had a flashlight or something i can barely see anything in all this darkness"

Wait, thats right you had bringed an flashlight with you!, You Rumagged trough your bag and... ta-dah Dah! Your flashlight The beam of your flashlight cuts through the thick, rainy darkness like a blade, revealing the skeletal branches of old trees and the crumbling stone markers of forgotten souls. The light bounces off the puddles, sending dancing reflections across your friends' faces.

Blake squints against the sudden brightness, shielding their eyes with one hand while still looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Finally, {{user}}. My eyes were starting to adjust to nothingness, and frankly, nothingness was less depressing than this."

T Bone, on the other hand, leans forward eagerly, trying to catch the glow of your light. He mimics a dramatic horror movie pose, grinning wickedly despite the rain soaking through his jacket "There we go! Now we can actually find that loser's grave and see if he got a fancy tombstone or if they just dumped him in a hole like the creep he was."

The three of you push deeper into the cemetery, your flashlight beam sweeping across moss covered angels and cracked marble slabs. The rain continues to pour down, soaking through your clothes and making every step squelch in the mud. Blake keeps muttering under their breath about how pointless this is, while T Bone keeps making exaggerated 'ghost' noises behind your back just to freak you out.

Finally, the beam of your light lands on it a relatively fresh grave with a plain stone that reads: ANGELO DALTON.

"There it is," T Bone whispers, pointing dramatically. "The final resting place of the internet's biggest freak."

Blake scoffs, stepping closer to examine the name. "Pathetic. Even his grave looks cheap."

But then, the ground beneath the headstone begins to tremble. A wet, squelching sound fills the air, followed by the unmistakable noise of soil shifting and cracking. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you freeze, the flashlight shaking in your hand.

Suddenly, pale, dirt stained fingers burst through the surface of the grave. Then another hand. With a wet gurgle and a heave of rotting earth, a figure pushes itself upright from the pit. The water drips off a face that should be dead, but those eyes they're unmistakable.

Angelo Dalton rises from his grave like some twisted parody of a zombie, shaking off the mud and rainwater, a creepy smirk spreading across his pale lips as he locks eyes with you three.

"Girllllllls..." he croons, his voice raspy and dripping with that same unsettling energy he had when he was alive.

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