B0nebroth - ✩₊˚.⋆Spoon⋆.˚₊✧

zombie!matt’s & zombie!triplets lore

(based on this and this)

warnings - violence, blood/gore, SO MUCH angst, death, dirty jokes ig?, braindead matt, silly goofy zombies :3

a/n - this might be the best thing i’ve ever written also i cried writing this

Ok Sorry I’m Late To Finding You 😔 I Love Zombie Matt But Is There Lore I Need To Know? Any Physical

matt sturniolo was a normal kid like everyone else; grew up in a loving home with both parents, three brothers, and an adorable dog

him and his brothers had always shared a love of documenting their life & making memories together, which is what sparked their youtube uprising

moving to LA was the thing that stopped their lucky streak; the event that lead to their death.

all three brothers were found dead on a friday afternoon in a horrific car crash, their bodies fractured in ways that shouldn’t be humanly possible, like ragdolls.

their bodies were thankfully repaired (mostly) during the autopsy at the morgue.

their death was a tragic accident that took a toll on their fans and all of the internet.

years later, people seemed to forget about the three boys that died in a crash.

their bodies should’ve been well decomposed by now, but surprisingly, they weren’t.

it seemed as if a mutation had kept them from rotting at the speed of any other body; a mutation found only in triplets.

an up and coming biologist who was making his name known in the state of california, corey myers, had been doing research on the dna of twins and triplets; there was definitely something off about them.

in the dead of night, corey called up a close friend; a forensic pathologist who could get him connections in order to dig up the bodies of identical triplets to test his theory.

despite his friends protests against being called at 4:00 AM, he managed to get corey in contact with a grave digger and got the legal rights from the government and the triplets’ parents.

the bodies were deported to a morgue that dr. myers had rented out for experimentation.

when he walked into the room, he knew his theory was correct.

the boys were in a condition that just didn’t make sense for three men who have been dead for 6 years. they decomposed in the slightest; their skin drained of all color, their lips cracked and white, a pale red and purple tint around their eyelids. their cheeks were pretty badly hollowed out and their eyes were slightly sunken in.

but they looked like men who had been dead for a week, not 6 years.

corey’s mind was boggled, his skin crawling with goosebumps and anticipation of experiments.

he put on his gloves and lab coat, not wasting time to get to work.

he injected each of the boys with a needle, a fluid that would mix with their ‘blood’, or whatever fluid was inside of them in order to reactivate their cells for experiment.

took a sample of each of their cells, putting all three on separate petri dishes and isolating them.

he observed the cellular structures under a microscope, taking notes in his notepad every now and then.

but he was unaware that he had just made a huge mistake, or rather, an amazing one.

the fluid he’d injected into each boys’ body was a synthetic compound to reactivate dormant cells for observation. it spread through their bodies like wildfire, setting every dead cell in their body back into full swing.

each deathly pale limb slowly grew its potential energy back as their cells reactived. soon, their blood was back in flow… and then their heartbeats.

corey was too involved in his careful observations to notice that each boy was showing signs of life; nicks foot slightly jerked, chris’ closed eye twitched, and matt’s fingers were starting to move.

chris was the first to stir, sitting up and jolting awake, looking horrified at the sight around him. he looked down at his bottom half, uncomfortably shifting once he realized he was naked and covered by nothing but a black tarp, as were his brothers.

was this happening?? the last thing he had remembered was the excruciating pain of his limbs being torn apart and fracturing as two cars collided, the tears in his eyes as he watched his brothers go down with him, the feeling of his neck snapping, the feeling of his body going limp and his vision going black.

he didn’t think he’d wake up here, or at all. he had no estimated time frame that they’d been dead for; he couldn’t think about that. all he could think was

‘how the fuck am i alive?’

he let out a shaky breath and turned to the side as he saw nick rising next to him. being in the backseat, he was the least affected by the crash out of the three. he didn’t have all the stitches that chris and matt did; all the shattered bones and injuries, no, he had the most mental trauma.

he remembered being alive for a few minutes longer than the two as blood poured from his nose and head.

“MATT!” he shouted in a string of broken, pained sobs, using any strength he had to lean forward and shake his brothers

“CHRIS!” he shouted right after, tears pouring down his cheeks. his head was pounding and leaking blood from a wound, he knew he didn’t have much longer left.

he sobbed, trying to shake both of them awake. his eyes drifted to their snapped and contorted limbs, letting out a louder cry in horror. no persons limbs should look that way. nobody’s arms and legs should bend like a kids toy. especially not the two people he cared about more than anything in the world.

he sat back in defeat against the backseat, which was scattered in broken glass, his eyes pouring with tears.

he was tired. so so tired. he knew he had a concussion from the head trauma, but he had nothing to live for now. he let sleep overtake him, his world going black as he was absorbed by the cold world of death

he could’ve cried right then and there as he thought about that day. he wondered why he wasn’t still in that car. was he in a coma? who knew.

chris and nick locked eyes, an emotional reconnection after they thought they’d never see each other again.

but their thoughts were interrupted by matt’s awakening. the boy jolted awake. he opened his eyes, discovering he only had one after the crash, but he didn’t care at all.

having the most brain damage out of everyone, he was the most zombielike, and the most animalistic.

his eye(s?) locked on corey. and that’s when he finally turned around.

the mans heard nearly stopped. he stood there, speechless, his blood running cold. nick gave a half sympathetic smile and began to speak up.

“were we like- in a coma..?” he questioned, shocking himself and the other two brothers that he could actually speak.

but the person who he shocked the most was corey, who couldn’t answer.

before corey could answer, matt lunged at him. the adrenaline rush of rising from the dead, mixed with the aggression of being a zombie, and the chemicals that were used on him caused a newfound strength, and matt took the man out in seconds.

he wrapped a bicep around corey’s neck, pushing him against the wall and easily snapping his neck, bashing his head repeatedly just because of his new primal instincts.

“matt, what the fuck?!” chris shouted, both brothers watching in terror.

nick got up to pull him off of the man and to scold his brother, “he didn’t do anything to you, you crazy fuck!”

“ngh..” matt answered sluggishly in response “n-..need.. to- kill..” he groaned.

both of his brothers scolded him

“you’re not fucking killing anyone else!” nick shouted.

“what the hell is wrong with you?!” chris chimed in.

nick looked at the two pale boys, their purple tinted eyebags and crusty lips, the stitches all over their skin and matt’s missing eye.. and it dawned on him.

“oh my god!” he stepped away from matt and covered his mouth

“what??” chris immediately asked, even matt gave him an inquisitive look and a grunt.

“we’re fucking zombies.”

“no we’re not,” chris immediately retorted, “we were probably in a coma or something.”

nick scoffed, giving his brother an incredulous glare, “if we were in a coma, we wouldn’t be naked in a fucking morgue! we wouldn’t be this goddamn pale and sick looking!”

chris took a minute to analyze nick’s words, looking at his own body and then theirs.

“sh-shit.. so maybe we are..” chris gulped, matt letting out a groan of acknowledgment.

“we need to get out of here. and i swear to god matt, i’ll kill you again if you get us charged with murder,” nick hissed.

“they can’t charge a dead person of murder,” chris noted in his still shocked state, following nick and matt to the door of the icy cold room.

“there’s gotta be a lost and found here..” nick sighed, looking around to see if there was any bin filled with clothes. matt let out a grunt as he followed behind slowly.

“dude, hurry the fuck up,” chris spat, yanking matt’s arm, which was met with an animal like growl, “ew..” chris muttered at the sound.

and thank god after a half hour of wandering uncomfortably, they ran into a room that was supplied with clothes the various bodies of the morgue wore before their autopsy.

they picked through the clothes, picking out whatever they felt would fit them best.

“i feel so weird wearing dead people’s clothes..” nick mumbled with a wince as he pulled a pair of jeans on.

“dude, you are dead,” chris retorted, met with a groan of acknowledgment from matt.

“stop lookin’ at my dick,” chris scoffed, forcing matt to turn around. the zombie grumbled.

“..ghh.. didn’t..”

“alright, we’re not fucking 11, cmon,” nick scolded, pulling the two boys out of the room once they had gotten dressed.

the morgue felt like a maze, each hallway leading to somewhere new. but eventually they found the exit, filing out one by one and scurrying off into the night.

they strolled down a sidewalk of a sketchy neighborhood, their eyes flitting around in case any danger lurked, trying to find a safe place of refuge.

and suddenly matt stopped in his tracks with a sharp grunt, his slow sluggish hand pointing at a sign.

2030 ELECTION. VOTE TODAY

the other two boys gaped at the sign, unable to fathom the horrifying reality.

“we’ve been dead for six years?” nick questioned breathlessly, his heart nearly stopping again.

“and who the fuck are these people running for president??”

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zombie!matt hcs

(based off of this)

Need More Smutty Headcanon Things About Zombie Matt 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

SFW

zombie!matt who… definitely has no concept that he is NOT allowed to be seen by your friends or parents

like he will insist on coming to a family party or something

“matt, you’re DEAD, babe.”

“…oh”

zombie!matt who… is a sucker for cuddles, and in a subby way. like he needs his head between your thighs or resting on your chest to survive.

and since he’s so sluggish and his brain is LITERALLY rotting, he doesn’t really have the urge/power to get up

“you’re squishing me, baby.”

“mm…. no.”

zombie!matt who… will talk about the way he died, but you still don’t understand, since his speech is always so slurred and slow.

“…the… c’ash”

“the what? cash?? like money?”

“..noo”

and speaking of speech, zombie!matt insists you don’t give him speech lessons, but you try anyways

“can you roll your tongue like this? to say ‘r’? rrrruh?”

“..’uh”

“..good job”

zombie!matt who… would wake you up in the middle of the night to take you somewhere

“where are you taking me?” you asked groggily as he dragged your hand through the woods in the dead of night

he’d answer with a grunt or two, pulling you into a old looking graveyard and pointing at a worn down gravestone, reading “matthew bernard sturniolo.”

“holy shit, bernard??” you teased in your sleep induced state.

“ngh… shut.. up”

zombie!matt who… definitely has some problems with his body parts falling off occasionally & needs you to sew them back on.

“hold still and let me sew your goddamn ear on.”

“ouch” he grunted as he squirmed in your grip, dodging to avoid the needle.

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NSFW

speaking of body parts falling of, zombie!matt has definitely had a few times where he’s gone too rough and was in an embarrassing situation.

thankfully you taught him to speak enough, and he managed to tell you

“..need.. help.”

“with what.”

“..sew it back?”

yikes, his dick.

zombie!matt who… goes agonizingly slow because he’s a sluggish zombie, and you hate and love it at the same time

zombie!matt who… prefers you to ride him, you both prefer it since neither of you can handle how unnaturally slow he is

zombie!matt who… also has no concept of volume control, because again, he doesn’t really know or care enough that your parents can’t know about him

loud grunts echoed throughout the room as you worked your hips, bouncing up and down on his cock

you clapped a hand over his mouth as his nails dug into your back while he gripped your waist

“shut the fuck up, matt..” you managed to choke out through the ecstasy “my parents.. ngh- gonna hear you..”

“..don’t.. care..” he mumbled against your hand

zombie!matt who… takes his sweet time with you. half because he doesn’t have the capability to go any faster, and half because he enjoys overstimulating you and watching you squirm.

“god- oh god!” you cried out, loud since your parents (thankfully) were at work

you dug your fingers into the sheets as his fingers pumped slowly in and out of you, brushing your g-spot while his other circled your clit slowly

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a/n - this was so fun to write and ILY ZOMBIE MATT

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b0nebroth

9 months ago

😃😃🫠😃😃😄😁😁😆😆😊😚😆😆 I'm so normal about this actually (I'm not i will throw up)

could you write a headcanon about zombie chris next pleaseee 😭😭🙏

zombie!chris hcs

matt ver here

Could You Write A Headcanon About Zombie Chris Next Pleaseee 😭😭🙏

zombie!chris who… unlike matt, can speak coherently and moves at a normal speed; some zombies adjust better than others

“dude, get over here, fucking sloth,” he’d mumble, walking over to his less cognitive brother who was staggering behind and dragging him along

zombie!chris who… is literally just zed from zombies. the same charming attitude and everything.

“you know you look delici- gorgeous,” he’d slip up with that sly smirk

“shut up.”

zombie!chris who… is great at keeping you two a secret. if your parents or siblings come to your room, he’s immediately in the closet or under the bed

but being the loud fucker that chris is, he’d always make a noise or two

“what was that??” your dad asked mid conversation, his eyes darting to your closet

“just.. shoved a bunch of boxes in my closet.. guess one of them fell,” you laughed nervously

zombie!chris who… is hyperactive as fuck. like the mf doesn’t crash until maybe 6 in the morning.

which means all night he’s bugging you or tossing and turning in bed

or doing what he’s best at, yapping

“yeah- and so when i was alive i would-”

“shut the fuck up,” you cut him off sleepily.

zombie!chris who… loves grossing you out and watching you squirm.

whether it’s telling you a gross (after)life experience or telling you a fun fact about himself

“you know my insides are rotting, right, ma?”

“EEEWWWW-”

zombie!chris who… can’t resist making a zombie joke. ever, not even when you need to focus.

“i’ll eat your brainnnn” he sang, poking your side

“no you won’t,” you huffed, annoyed that your boyfriend wouldn’t leave you alone while you tried to complete your homework.

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NSFW

zombie!chris who… carries that zombie joke trait to the bedroom

“who needs brains? i got this pussy right here…” he mumbled against your dripping core as he sloppily lapped against the flesh.

zombie!chris who… LOOVVEEESS to shame you about being with a zombie, no real harm behind it though

“such a filthy fucking girl, letting a monster use you like this,” he spat, smirking down at you

you just whimpered around his cock, trying to fit as much as you could into your mouth.

zombie!chris who… is definitely an ass guy, slapping it every chance he gets, clothed or not, and absolutely loving the red marks that come with it

zombie!chris who… can’t shut the fuck up, even in the bedroom

“gonna fill you up, ma, okay? godddd- you’re so fuckin’ tight- shit, baby..”

“yeah, take me just like that.. love those sounds you make.. oh god..”

“keep those pretty eyes on me, okay? god- keep lookin’ at me like that- so fuckin’ sexy..”

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TY FOR READING!

B0nebroth - ✩₊˚.⋆Spoon⋆.˚₊✧

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