I don't own Daddy/Mummy, I'm a Zombie!, Kaboom! does. :3

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It was just another day in Boneville, Dixie Grim relaxing on her bed at her father's home. She was sitting upright, her dark 'n' light purple hair falling delicately in her face, a book in her hands. She reached up with a nimble hand, brushing back some hair from her heart shaped face as her blue eyes grazed over the words on the pages below. The book that she was reading was a story about zombies. Not ordinary zombies, though, mind you. Teenage zombies. One an Egyptian mummy girl, another a rowdy pirate boy, and another a recently dead, modern girl. In her book, Dixie had just reached the part where the modern girl kisses the pirate boy. "Huh..." she murmured with some curious awe. "So there are zombie romance novels..." She would have continued on reading, but there was a knock on her bedroom door. Marking her place in her book, she glanced up with a smile. "Come in."

The door opened ever so slightly, Dixie's father peaking his head inside. He smiled warmly at his daughter, happy to see that she smiled back in return. "Dixie, sweety, could you maybe do me a favor and come entertain our guests for a moment?" he asked her a little hopefully. "I have to hurry and finish dressing Mr. Jefferson before six o'clock tonight..."

Dixie nodded, setting her book down. "Of course, Dad," she told him softly. She got up out of her bed, slipping on her black boots over her black 'n' red 'n' green stockings. She was sixteen years old, now, a good three years after her accident in the forest, and it was around Christmas time. Her attire had not really changed much from her younger years, for the most part. Her stockings and boots and belly shirts remained the same, but instead of skirts, she wore shorts that reached her midthigh, and instead of the spiked bracelets that she normally wore, she wore striped arm warmers. She also wore striped tank tops under her belly tops. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, the girl smiled to herself. She had allowed her purple hair to grow out just the slightest bit, lightly touching her shoulders in slightly wavy locks, her blue eyes were lined with black eyeliner and black eye shadow. She wore a red belly top with a black 'n' white tank top underneath. Her purple belt held up her black shorts, the skull buckle withered and worn with age. Tapping the skull slightly, it didn't open.

Not like it had in her old dream.

There was no gem inside. The skull would never open once, let alone ever again.

It had all been a dream.

Shaking her head of those thoughts, she left her room, turning out the light behind her. Closing the door behind her, she hurried down the stairs and looked around. She then spotted the guests that her father had been talking about. A small family of three, a mother, a father, and a son. The mother of the family looked to be very formal and very business-like in her posture and attire, wearing dark pantyhose under a knee length, pinstripe skirt, a white blouse, and a black button up jacket, short heeled shoes on her feet. Her eyes were a bright hazel color and her hair was brown, tied back in a tight bun on the crown of her head. The father of the family was also very business-like in his posture and attire, much like his wife, wearing a black suit, a black tie, a white collar shirt underneath, and black dress shoes. His eyes were a deep brown color and his hair was a deep red, short and well trimmed, slicked back on his head. Then there was the son.

The very obviously laid back son.

He had short, messy, auburn red hair, falling ever so slightly in his face. His eyes were a moderate brown with the ocassional speck of green in them. He was wearing a ruffled looking blouse under a black vest. He wore black pants held up by a basic brown belt, the bottoms tucked into knee-high black boots. If Dixie had to really describe the boy, it would be easily summed up into one word.

Pirate.

His brown eyes found Dixie's blue ones and suddenly, a smile adorned his tan face. "Ahoy!" he greeted.

"Gonner..." sighed both the boy's mother and boy's father.

"What?" he grinned a little rebelliously. "I'm just talkin' t' way I like to, that's all!"

"That's not how a proper gentleman speaks, though, son," his father reprimanded. "Be respectful!"

"No, no, it's fine," assured Dixie, reminding the adults rather quickly that she was there. She smiled at the boy named Gonner. "I think it's kind of different..."

"Do you like it?" beamed the boy, his brown eyes taking on a sparkle.

The girl wasn't sure what came over her. She just started to giggle. "Very much so," she told him. She then offered her hand to him. "My name is Dixie. I assume that yours is Gonner?"

Gonner took Dixie's hand with both of his own, his smile seemingly growing across his face. "You be right, Dixie," he told her. He gestured to his mother and father. "These be my parents..."

Gonner's mother offered her hand to the girl. "Mrs. Smith," she introduced herself. Dixie shook her hand with her free hand, seeing as to how Gonner seemed to refuse to give up her other hand.

Gonner's father shot his son a reprimanding look before extending his hand to the girl as well. "Mr. Smith," he introduced. Dixie shook his hand as well, noting that Gonner stuck out his tongue at the man, holding the girl's hand just a little tighter in both of his own.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," Dixie told them genuinely. She lightly squeezed Gonner's hands in her own. "May I have my hand back, please?"

"Ye don't need this hand at the moment," grinned Gonner. Despite his words, though, he released her hand. He then leaned in and whispered in her ear, "What do you say t' ditchin' me parents and you can give me a tour o' your house?" He looked at her with pleading, hopeful eyes.

"Well..." paused Dixie, unsure. Her dad had asked her to entertain the guests...

"Please, Dixie?"

"Please, Dixie, what, Gonner?" the boy's mother asked, raising an amused brow at the two teenagers.

"None o' your business!" huffed Gonner, crossing his arms against his chest.

"You want to ditch us to get to know the neighbor girl, don't you?" chuckled the boy's father. That seemed to bring a blush to the pirate-like boy's cheeks.

"I-I...! That isn't...! I mean...!" Gonner stuttered, throwing his fists straight to his sides. "I just want a tour o' her house, okay?!"

His father reached over and ruffled his auburn red hair. "You can go. We just wanted to introduce ourselves to Mr. Grim, is all," he assured the two teenagers. He then gave his son an even look. "Behave yourself. Your mother and I expect you to be home by seven, understood?"

Gonner looked as though it physically pained him to comply with his parents' wishes. "Aye, father..." he grumbled.

The boy's parents smiled and nodded to Dixie, taking their leave. Gonner seemed to brighten up considerably the moment they left out the front door. Turning to Dixie, he grabbed her hand once more. "Your father works on dead people, right? Can ye show me some o' t' bodies he's already finished?"

Dixie looked at the boy with some surprise. "Are you serious?" she asked him softly. "I mean... I don't mind showing you..." It just caught the girl by surprise that a boy her age was asking her to see a dead body.

As if sensing her discomfort, Gonner light squeezed the violette's hand. "It's alright, Dixie," he told her. "If it makes ye uncomfortable, then I won't force ye."

"No, no, it's alright," assured Dixie with some alarm. "I was just caught off guard, is all." She squeezed the male's hand. "You want to see a dead body? I'll show you a dead body."

"Really?" beamed Gonner.

The violette nodded with a small smile. "Really."