AN: So... I'm still alive. Hooray! And this just kind of happened. All of these Media Drabble one shots will be Wash/Carolina. This is my first time writing for Red Vs. Blue so I hope it turns out alright. And I'll list which movie, book, TV show, ect. inspired the drabble. So I hope you enjoy this little clusterfuck that I've created. So far only three of them are Horror/Tragedy. The rest will be pretty much Romance/Adventure. Of course I only have six ideas right now. So it's subject to change.

In the spirit of Halloween, this first drabble is based off of both the novel and the movie Pet Sematary by Stephen King.

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This-whatever this was-wasn't right. He was dead. He should still be dead. He bled to death after being shot in the throat. Yet here he was, standing right in front of her as if it had never happened. But it did happen.

Carolina knew that the Reds and Blues buried him somewhere on Earth since his home was destroyed by the Covenent. She didn't know where they buried him though. But wherever it was, it brought him back. And it wasn't right. He wasn't right. The way he moved, the way he spoke, the things he said, they were all wrong. Sure, he could be mean sometimes when he was upset or frustrated, but this -this was just plain cruel.

"Failed again, Carolina. Couldn't save your team and you couldn't save me. You won't save them either." (gravily, like he was trying to talk around the dirt that had ended up in his throat, and God, the smell)

No matter how much she missed him, how much she loved him, she knew that this wasn't the same man that she had known. This man was twisted into something else. She didn't know how he was able to come back, all she knew was that he didn't come back right. And when he walked closer to her (slow, sluggish, graceless, like he was drunk) and wrapped his arms around her (she froze, not real, dreaming, dreamingdreamingdreaming, WAKE UP!) like some mockery of a hug (it wasn't, he was squeezing too hard, laughing at her pain), Carolina opened her mouth and screamed.

"Did you miss me, darling?" (she missed Wash, not this-this thing posing, masquerading, pretending to be him)

Sometimes, dead is better, she thought hysterically as Washington plunged his combat knife into her.

Again.

And again.

And again.

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AN: Sooo... Opinions? Good? Bad? Okay? "Trust quit writing you're terrible at it"? Let me know.

~Trust~