And here we go with the weirdest BoI ship anyone has ever seen! It's certainly unique. The thought just came to head to write a fan fiction about Lazarus, because barely any with him in it. Anyways, enjoy! I might try to make stories out of the other characters too.
Eve watched as the boy with the reddish brown hair sorted out pills at a heavily makeshift desk made from wood scraps they found in the many basement floors. Some of it was birch, maybe. Others were an assortment of oak, maple, and cedar. She was fascinated in what he was doing. How his movements were so calm, controlled. Making sure not to mess up.
Lazarus was busy sorting the pills into "usefull", "mostly useless" and "useless." Now, Lazarus worked with pills a lot and was the designated doctor of the group. Magdelene, or Maggie for short, was his second hand assistant. She was the one who worked mainly in the "clinic" to asess the state of the other various basement dwellers.
Lazarus took out another pill. Blue with red on one side. Lazarus didn't even hesitate with this one. He knew most of the pills off by heart, and didn't even need to think twice most of the time.
He labeled the pill with "Pheremones" and put it in the "mostly useless" pile. Those one's don't usually have a use to them unless you need to get out of a tight jam with a horde of "Gapers". That's what they called the zombified counterparts of themselves.
While putting the pill in the corresponding slot in the "mostly useless" pile, he caught Eve in the corner of his eye and jumped a little. Lazarus, with his pros, such as his advanced knowledge in pills, needed his cons, too. Which means that he was the most cowardly one of the group. What really triggered him the worst was when they fought Rag Man, as they called him. He couldn't bear the sight of such a ghastly creature and nearly fainted. That should give you an idea.
"Jeez, you gotta stop lurking around me like that Eve..." Lazarus stated with a sigh.
"But Lazzie, you've gotta join us for dinner!" Eve exclaimed.
Lazarus hated being called "Lazzie". He'd considered changing his name once, but then the group would just find a way to make fun of that new name. So he just tried to endure it.
"Look... just give me a few minutes. I'm almost done with this pile." He gestured over to the small cluster of pills remaining on the tiny desk, waiting to be sorted.
"Okay, fine you win. Just be down in a few, okay... Lazzie?" She emphisised the last part purposely to piss him off. And it succeeded. She made her way out of Lazarus's tent and towards the campfire in the center of the room. Lazarus picked up another pill and labeled it "Lemon Party" and put it in the "mostly useless" pile.