Falling For The Raven || Corpse Husband X Reader

Chapter 5

Corpse's Perspective ~

After I finish messaging Raven, I chill for a bit on social media, and repost some amazing pieces of fanart on my story.

Texting Raven gives me so much sterotin, and it's really nice to have someone to talk to, even though I have no idea what she looks like or what her name is.

Though I suppose she's in the exact same boat.

I feel infatuated with her, and find myself wanting to speak with her often. Then I remember that she's asleep, and I can't message her.

I sit for a while, mulling everything over in my head, and decide to go get something for a snack. I'm in an empty apartment - apart from a fridge, a chair, and my streaming stuff.

My streaming room is kept secret from everybody I've known in real life. I swear they all think I'm a drug dealer or something, because whenever I used to have people over in the past (before my Agoraphobia got worse) I had to tell them not to go into my streaming room.

They probably thought I had a huge drug farm going on in there or something. They usually got scared of me and never came back after those kind of situations.

I'll be moving to the UK in three days, which is why my house is a mess. The stream I had earlier today was my last stream for at least a few months. It'll be weird moving to another country, especially with a huge time difference compared to California.

My stress levels have been sky-rocketting with the packing and preparing for the flight and delivery of all my furniture, so it's nice to be able to have a relaxing conversation with a new friend - Raven.

I find myself going on my phone and looking back over our conversation. Suddenly I see the words "Raven :) is typing..." (I set her name to that), and I frown when the message comes through.

Sorry Corpse. I know you told me to sleep but I can't.

I smile at her adorableness, and type back quickly.

It's fine. I know I'm on your mind ;)

I jokingly reply, chuckling to myself. I then realise what I've just done and facepalm, my thick rings and bracelets digging into my nose as I drag my hand down my face, sighing at my stupidity.

I get a reply quickly.

I mean, I was wondering something...

Confusion written clearly onto my face, I frown down at my phone, and reply...

Oh yeah? What's that?

I laugh out loud at the reply I get.

Could I maybe have a hand pic...like...one you've not posted? :}

I stare at my hands, does she really want to see it, or is she just joking?

I finally decide to actually go along with it, genuinely wanting to send her a hand pic.

I make sure my rings are alligned, and my bracelets - one with a heart on, and one with 'Bad Bitch' spelled out in white beads - are pointing to the camera. I hold up my phone, awkwardly trying to figure out the best angle to hold it in, to get the most flattering picture.

"Corpse, what the fuck. It's a picture of a hand, it's not meant to be art. Just take the fucking photo." I complain out loud, groaning in anger.

Why am I taking so much thought over this? Do I want to impress her? I don't even know at this point.

I search my (practically empty) room for something, and I look over to see a notebook.