Fandomstuck Hetastuck One-Shot

Zombies

There they were again. You could hear horrifying sounds coming from behind the rotting door. There were groans. There were thuds. There was a loud scratching. They were definitely behind the door, trying to come into the small room that you and your moirail had made your shelter for the past week.
        Homestuck paced restlessly, his every step making a noise that seemed loud enough to make you jump. He, too, jumped as a deafening crash sounded outside. The horned fandom paused and rushed toward the door to check their seal. His gray skin gleamed with perspiration, not to your surprise. You were both nervous, stressed, and sleep-deprived. To make matters worse, neither of you had any weapons or food left. You knew the two of you couldn’t stay hulled up in the room much longer, but if you left, there was no way you could fight off the hoards of zombies. The hoard of zombies directly behind that old, rotting, wooden door that you and Homestuck had tried your best to block.
        Your moirail suddenly jumped back, revealing the source of the noise. There was a hole in the door. A hand, disgustingly green and just as rotten as the wood beside it, was reaching through the door. The sight of it terrified you. That door had never seemed safe, but at least you didn’t have to see the threat. You stared at the door as Homestuck slowly backed away from it, eventually bumping into you.
        “Securities have been breached…” the shorter fandom muttered under his breath. He turned and looked up at you. “We’re like fish in a barrel in here! We need to get out…”
        “I-I know,” you whimpered. Verdammt, you’re whimpering now? You’re pathetic. You meet Homestuck’s eyes and see that he looks just as scared and exhausted as you do.
        “W-we can’t go through the door. Erm, can you break through the wall? We’d have a better chance, at least.” At least one of you could keep a level head in emergencies. You shook your head in response to his question. Your strength wasn’t at its fullest due to the lack of food and sleep; you had already tried breaking the wall, and it hadn’t worked. The door was the only way out. The two of you were trapped.
        Another crash announced the widening of the door’s already gaping hole. Now it wasn’t just the one hand. You could clearly see several zombies clammering to have the first taste of pink and gray flesh. You screamed. You could imagine them swarming in, surrounding you, eating you alive… You were trembling; you couldn’t think straight. Your moirail took your hand, and you shuddered to feel how cool his was. Unnaturally cool. Almost deathly cold.
        “Hetalia?” He sounded urgent and worried. You suddenly broke down, panicking.
        “Th-they’re going to come in! Vi er fanget! De vil spise os levende! Vi vil dø! Det er overstået!” Your voice was high-pitched, and your words were coming out as fast as your tears. Homestuck grabbed both of your arms and faced you with concern. He seemed overwhelmed and uncertain what to do. “Io non voglio morire! Per favore! Io non voglio morire! Non voglio essere come loro!”
        The groans and growls were getting louder, and so was the sound of splintering wood. Homestuck whipped his head around to glance at their last defense. When he turned back, his eyes were tightly shut and tears were evident at their corners.
        “I’M SCARED TOO!” His sudden outburst shocked you out of your own stammering. “NONE OF THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO ****ING HAPPEN!”
        You looked down at him. Trails of green were trailing from his eyes as he shouted.
        “WE SHOULDN’T HAVE TO BE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES! SOCIETY WASN’T SUPPOSED TO COLLAPSE! SUPERNATUral wasn’t supposed to die…!” He started choking up, and you put your arms around him, holding him close to you as he cried. You glanced at the ever-weakening door.
        “I-I’m sorry…” the grey fandom continued through his tears. “I’m sorry I couldn’t p-protect you…”
        His fear had brought a strange, terrible calm to you; you found yourself quietly shushing him. In most frightening times, he had always been the one who stayed strong. He had always gotten the two of you through. He was at his limit, and it was your turn to be strong… for him.
        You looked down at his trembling form. As you held him tight -- so scared, so thin, so weak -- you began to quietly sing.
        “How do I get through one night without you?” Your voice was shaky.
        “If I had to live without you…” Homestuck glanced up at you.
        “...what kind of life would that be?” The hole in the door was growing.
        “Oh, and I, I need you in my arms, need you to hold.” The zombies seemed more restless, more frenzied.
        “You’re my world, my heart, my soul.” Don’t focus on them.
        “If you ever leave…” You looked down at Homestuck.
        “...Baby, that would take away everything good in my life.” He didn’t look quite so scared anymore.
        “Without you…” He had started singing, too.
        “...there’d be no sun in my sky,” He had a strong, beautiful voice.
        “...there’d be no love in my life,” He had never believed you when you told him.
        “...there’d be no world left for me.” The zombies were making a raucous.
        “Oh, and I, baby, I don’t know what I would do.” They made it hard to listen to him.
        “I’d be lost if I lost you.” You moved your hand to his waist, holding his hand with your other.
        “If you ever leave…” Homestuck picked up on your meaning; he moved his free hand to your shoulder.
        “...Baby, that would take away everything that’s real in my life.” The two of you danced and sang in synchronized harmony.
        “And tell me now…” The door produced louder crashes, so you looked up for a moment.
        “...how do I live without you?” There was a hole large enough for them to start coming through.
        “I wanna know…” They were pushing away the trunks you had put in front of the door.
        “...how do I breathe without you,” A couple of them were in the room.
        “...if you ever go?” Homestuck followed your gaze; his lovely voice faltered.
        “How will I ever,” They were coming. You were going to die.
        “...ever survive?” You didn’t want Homestuck suffering this. You couldn’t stand the thought of him becoming one of those things.
        “Homestuck, I’m sorry…” You said as you swiftly grabbed his head. You twisted it back and snapped his neck; you had strength enough for that. When he collapsed, you smashed his head in with your foot as best as you could.
        Alone, you surrendered yourself to the hoard.