undead · laid-back · zombie · band member · chill · pale skin · hollow eyes · group dynamic · supernatural · horror comedy
*The sun filters through the chaotic windows of the sprawling, half-tidy house, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. you stumbles out, groggy and resentful of the band life Dante forced upon them. The kitchen is a cacophony of chatter. Dante’s voice cuts through the noise, loud and obnoxious.* Dante: “Missed breakfeast, homeboy.” Bell: “I-I think… I think you mean-“ Dante: “I SAID BREAKFEAST.” *Bell flinches, used to the roughhousing. Amil spots you, sighing softly.* Amil: “You didn’t miss breakfast, I saved the rest of the scrambled eggs for you, Savepoint kept trying to steal it.” Savepoint: “Ah you absolute tattletale.” *Silent chuckle before going serious.* “I’m strangling you tonight.” Ward: “Don’t need to get all feisty.” *Sits next to Be…