A girl in a torn wedding dress stalked toward him, with each step, the tattered fabric of her dress shifted, revealing glimpses of pale, decaying flesh.
A pair of bunny ears sat on her head, bouncing with each movement, just like her massive boobs. Both moved in rhythm, almost hypnotic, as she closed in to taste his flesh.
"Grrraaaghhh…"
The teen boy sat frozen, his eyes wide as he stared at the screen. The glow lit up his green eyes, capturing every twitch. He swallowed hard, his heart racing.
The zombie bride was inches away now, her game model was exceptionally detailed, exuding an aura of seductive menace.
Her mouth slowly opening, saliva dripping from between her sharp teeth. Views spiked, chats poured in, and the feed exploded.
[Chat]: "Here we go again lmao!"
[Chat]: "He's frozen. AGAIN."
[Chat]: "Sid bro that's the 3rd time this week."
[Chat]: "He is getting hard."
Sid's avatar stood his ground for a moment, the zombie bride swaying closer, her ragged veil dragging across the bloodstained floor.
The camera caught every detail, her bunny ears bobbing as she reached out.
Instead of swinging his knife, Sid turned away. He guided his avatar past her, vaulting down the cathedral steps without looking back.
The floor was littered with corpses of zombies he had already cut down, blasted and slashed apart.
The zombie bride shrieked behind him, but Sid ignored it as he left the cathedral. The chat was already tearing him apart, the comments flying faster than his brain could register.
[Chat]: "He never kills this zombie bride."
[Chat]: "Sid got a TYPE y'all!"
[Chat]: "OMG look at his face lol."
He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and ran a hand down his face. Sid muttered into his mic, forcing a laugh.
"Alright, alright Wildlings. That's enough internet for one night, you guys are too much. I'm logging off before you start editing my face onto something worse."
Sid called his fans Wildlings, a name that came from his last name, Wilder.
[Chat]: "Too late for that bro!"
[Chat]: "Good luck sleeping tonight HAHA!"
Sid forced a laugh, then moved his cursor toward the logout option on the game menu. A system message appeared, glowing in red letters across the middle of his screen.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
[Warning: Logging out will restart the current wave.]
[Savepoint remaining: 1]
[Note: If all Savepoints are consumed, progression will reset.]
Sid's cursor hovered, scanning the words again. Only one Savepoint left. All those endless hours grinding through wave after wave would vanish. Back to zero. Back to nothing.
[Chat]: "Man's gonna throw the whole run. Just because he could not kill that zombie bunny bride."
[Chat]: "Bro, you just used all of your Savepoints for that zombie. JUST KILL HER WE ARE GETTING BORED."
His mouse hovered over the confirmation. The next mistake would mean starting everything over from the very beginning.
After a long pause, Sid finally clicked to log out. The screen dimmed, confirming the Savepoint had been used. He leaned back again, staring at the dark monitor, his reflection faint in the glass.
[Chat]: "LMAO he actually logged."
[Chat]: "Career speedrun to zero."
[Chat]: "Imagine grinding all week just to simp a zombie girl."
[Chat]: "Pack it up, legend's done."
Sid sighed, reached over, and hit the button to end the stream. The overlay vanished, leaving only the ghostly glow of his home game menu. T
he silence that followed pressed against him, heavier than the noise of the chat. He pushed himself away from the desk and stood.
"Why do I always freeze when that zombie bride gets close to me? It's been a week grinding for that wave, and every time I see her… Ugh, what the hell is wrong with me?"
Kicking off his slippers, Sid flopped onto his bed, phone in hand. He exhaled deeply, trying to slow the leftover adrenaline humming in his chest.
He opened his socials, instinctively scrolling through his Utuber feed.
Big mistake.
The notifications were endless. Red dots, comments, likes, DMs, clips, everything. His phone barely kept up, the screen flickering with dozens of thumbnails of his own face.
Millions of followers. Millions of eyes. All watching him.
At first, it was fan edits. Stylish, fast-paced montages of his pro parkour runs, clean gear switches, and flawless zombie kills. He was a real legend.
Then came the funny ones, clips of him screaming, dodging, swearing mid-game, spliced with exaggerated anime sound effects and dramatic zoom-ins.
Soon after, the thirst posts popped up.
"You are the KING of the undead."
One edit strung together slow clips of him blinking and licking his lips, set to romantic music. The camera zoomed in on his tank top, showing off his biceps, and even lingered on moments where he lifted his arms, exposing his armpits.
His smirk faded as he watched.
"What the hell…"
He clicked on the profile icon.
"You've got to be kidding me. This kid looks like she's eleven, maybe nine. What is going on?"
He scrolled down quickly, cringing at the edits. Another post popped up on his feed, one of those over-edited clips with dramatic music and glowing subtitles.
It was from his recent virtual interview. The host, a famous influencer with pouty lips and a plunging neckline, leaned in close, clearly angling for the camera and letting Sid get a full view of her oversized cleavage as she giggled.
"So, Sid… all those fans… all those girls… A question the world wanna ask…"
Her manicured finger trailed up the mic, stroking it like she wanted every viewer to imagine something else entirely. She pouted, eyes shining with fake innocence.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
He remembered laughing back, cocky and tired. He remembered his answer, clear as day.
"No girl alive is making my heart beat."
His thumb slammed the pause button. Sid cringed hard, pulling the blanket over his face.
"Oh my god. Did I really say that? What was I thinking?"
He peeked at the screen again. Curiosity got the better of him.
Play.
"And he meant it literally…"
The video continued in a deep narrator voice. Clips of Sid freezing during his zombie bride encounters played back-to-back.
The montage showed him gasping, stuttering, and even whispering, "Why is she hot?" before cutting to him restarting the wave again and again.
Each clip was spliced together, ending with a flashing caption across the screen:
HE'S GOT UNDEAD RIZZ.
And the hashtag? Even worse… #SidTheNecrophilia.