Here's another collection of tiny prompt thing stories. I have some "regular" stuff I'm working on too so don't worry about that. These are not necessarily "canon" to the blog's storyline. Magic anons (anonymous people who can affect your characters in some way if you so desire) come into play in some of them; 2D was turned into a vampire for two days (might be a story or two about that later). Prompts come from dualdent and the-japanesegorillaz.

Your memory might be going and while you're not sure if it's going to keep deteriorating or not there's a handful of memories you know you're not going to let go of no matter how long you last.

Even if you somehow make it to the end of the world, you'll never forget how Noodle helped you out when you weren't feeling well, how she made you laugh when you were feeling down, how patient she was, how she tolerated everything you did that Murdoc and Russel wouldn't.

Even when your head's filled entirely with worms and nothing else you'll always remember your friends.

"Wait, no, I'm not going to eat you!" you try to say, but it only comes out as a groan. It's hard to explain that you're not going to eat someone when you can't talk. Usually you're good with being able to talk but today's apparently different.

So now you're chasing after yourself, except you can't even go fast at all so you're not sure why the other you's running. He can easily get away from you at your top speed. You stop after trying to chase him for a while and watch him disappear behind a crowd of people.

You don't think you made a good impression.

"Shit, thanks, I'm starving." You look up at your rescuer with a grin. You had no idea there were zombie hunters, let alone ones that planned to capture zombies for a profit. And while you denied being a zombie again and again that guy was planning to keep you locked up until you snapped and he could prove you were dead (although why he didn't just have something to take your pulse you didn't know).

Luckily, that other you was on the ball and managed to find you right away. Apparently the guy who locked you up isn't very good with hiding his keys and your double manages to free you right away. You get out of there as fast as you can.

Later, you call the authorities from a pay phone and leave an anonymous tip that some guy's been kidnapping people. He's never heard from again.

It's dark and you try to bring the woman in quietly, but she won't stop giggling. You didn't even think your joke was that funny, but apparently it was hilarious, considering she's been giggling for five whole minutes. You try to get her to quiet down as you take her up to your room.

You feel like somebody's watching you, but you ignore it. Who'd be watching you?

It takes forever to finally get a good bite in, since she's apparently extremely interested in kissing you. Finally you manage to bite her neck, though. When the woman is finally drained of blood you toss her on the ground and get to work. When you go back to being a zombie you're going to have so much to eat.

You're not alone, though. You finally notice somebody staring at you from your doorway. So somebody was watching you. Has she been there that long? "Oh, hey Noodle," you say casually, shoving body parts into the fridge. "C'mon, don't look at me like that, you suggested it," you say. Then you turn around. "Have you been there the whole time? Isn't that a little creepy?"

She stares at you for a moment longer and then finally she grins and leaves. She sure does like messing with you.

2D bursts into the house laughing up a storm, covered in blood. He slams the door and teeters on the spot for a while before he regains his balance. "Hey Noodle!" he says, swaying into the living room and seeing her there. "How you doing?"

She stares at him like he's gone insane, and well, he practically has. The zombie-turned-vampire is barely coherent.

"I think," 2D says, holding a hand up dramatically, "I shouldn't've drank that guy's blood." He nods. "The one outside the pub," he clarifies. "'Pissin' the night away,' y'know?" He rolls off the couch and lands facedown on the floor. "This is fine," he says. "Hi, floor."

Noodle sighs and covers him with a blanket. He'll probably stay there for a while.

It was inevitable that the band would eventually break up. You're honestly surprised you all lasted as long as you did. When you went your separate ways for the last time, you eventually lost contact with each other. You missed your bandmates a lot, but you moved on.

Many years later, on a trip to Japan touring with your solo project, you notice someone on a crowded street who looks strangely familiar. Is it really who you think it is? You take a chance and walk up to her. "Hey, Noodle." Now that you're close enough, you can tell it's her. It's so weird seeing her as a little old lady. "Remember me?"

She looks at you strangely for a moment, then a grin forms on her wrinkly face. It helps that you don't look too much different from how you used to be, except for the bullet hole in your arm and the various spots of decay that crept up on you every so often. "Hello, Toochi," she says, and gives you a hug.