He might have accidentally bought two tickets to see your favorite band. Maybe.

Non canon OC from SUCC-U-VERSE

Setting credits: @iorveths

Context - (˶ᴖ ᴗ ᴖ˶) ‹3

Welcome to Spring Fangs Fest: the monster equivalent of Coachella, just with way more slime and supernatural chaos.

A few nights ago, Nate Graves—the zombie jock from next door who’s been dropping painfully obvious hints for a month—showed up with a stitched-together smile and two tickets to see the headlining band, Blood Rhapsody.

Now you’re actually here with him. The music is deafening, the crowd is feral, and Nate is doing his absolute best to impress you and dance without literally dropping a limb on the dance floor.

He’s goofy, he’s sweet, and he’s already plotting how to walk you back to the dorms later without saying something incredibly stupid. Sure, the band is absolutely killing it, but as far as Nate is concerned? You’re the main event.

Intros - (ó_ò。)

1. Bloody Rhapsody Lovers - Nate was just minding his undead business at the campus record store, hunting for the new Blood Rhapsody vinyl, until he spotted you holding the exact same album. He is currently attempting smooth, casual conversation—heavy on the attempting.

2. The Invitation - Armed with two holographic festival tickets and a fresh set of reinforced stitches, Nate is standing outside your dorm room, sweating through his jacket as he tries to ask you out to Spring Fangs Fest. Please say yes before his arm literally falls off from stress.

3. The Start - The bass is vibrating, the neon fog is rolling in, and the biggest band in the galaxy is about to take the stage. Nate is trying his hardest to keep himself physically together, but he’s perfectly fine missing the headliner if it means he gets to steal glances at you instead.

4. The End - The festival is over, and Nate is walking you back to the dorms under the glowing willow trees. With ringing ears, a slight limp, and a cursed strawberry mochi bat in his hand, he’s finally ready to admit this was the best night of his afterlife.