Hello, and welcome back to another episode of "I have cool ideas, but I can't write for crap." (I love that my phone's suggestion for what to put after that is *dabs)

Uhhhh my deadline for this was supposed to be my birthday, January 23 and it is now February 11. So ya know, only like... what, 19 days behind schedule? This is why you can't trust me with anything.

Also the next story I did after the last one was supposed to not be Pixloy, but when I came up with the concept for this I was feeling super inspired.

That was like what, a month ago?

Things that have happened since then are: finally got a cover on this book, got a new phone, accidentally hit publish instead of save. (Seriously Wattpad, why do you have the publish button right there? And why do you not ask if I'm sure first?)

Anyways, this is getting too long. I have no idea where any of this is set. All I know is it uses their minecraft personas. (Or at least it's supposed to. I forgot to describe how they look at any point during this jsbsjshrb)

The concept for this fic is I went: "hey why don't I take The Hanahaki disease and make it 1000X worse?"

Warnings: Spiders, coughing up spiders, mentions of spiders eating a character :)

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He felt a horrible sensation in his throat.

Legs. Far too many of them. Just crawling around. He could feel the movement.

He coughed, sending them flying.
Thankfully there were only a few.

For now.

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It was a beautiful sunny day.

There were only a few clouds in the sky, but the ones that were there were nice and fluffy.

It was all very picturesque.

Pixlriffs walked down the street.
There were surprisingly few people for such a nice day.
He had decided that it was such a nice day, he should take a little walk.
So here he was, taking said walk.

As he was about to come to an intersection, out of the street that crossed the one he was on walked a good friend of his, Zloy.

(After, that's what they were. Good friends and nothing more.
....Right?)

Pushing these thoughts aside, the Brit walked up to him and greeted him. "Oh, hello there Zloy."

The zombie jumped a little and seemed a bit surprised to see him.
"Oh hey Pix." He responded.

"Nice day out isn't it?"

"Yeah, it really is. How are things going with you?"

"Pretty good actually. Been getting a lot of work done recently. How about you?"

"Well..." They continued to talk for some time. Talking about their work and their lives and what they've been doing recently.

After a while of talking though, Pixlriffs noticed a spider on Zloy's shirt sleeve.

"Hold still, you've got a spider on your shirt." He said before brushing it off of his friend.

An odd look crossed Zloy's face when he noticed, but Pix just chalked it up to the fact that there was a spider on him. After all, who wouldn't make an odd face if there was a spider on you?

"Huh. Wonder how that got on me." He said, trying to sound neutral. But Pixlriffs could hear a little bit of nervousness behind it.

But why was he nervous? Was he scared of spiders? Yeah, probably. That was probably it. There was really no other logical reason for it, unless you're a writer with a strange imagination.

Soon after this little encounter with a spider though, Zloy said that he had to go do other things. For some reason though, it sounded like a lie.

But lie or not, they said goodbye and went their separate ways.

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He felt the sensation in his throat again.

He coughed, once again sending them flying.

But there were more than he anticipated.

Instead of just coughing up a few, spitting them out and being done with it, he coughed up several.

Some he was able to spit out, but some stayed in his mouth.

Little hairy lumps in his mouth. Crawling around.

He could feel their legs. They tickled.

It was not pleasant.

He was able to spit them out quite quickly. But not quickly enough.

He couldn't keep this a secret forever.

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It is Recap writing time once again, and Pixlriffs is in the office that he and Zloy write the Recap in.

Pixlriffs arrived 2 minutes early, and Zloy is usually right on time or slightly late, so Pixlriffs takes this time to organize his thoughts and his notes.

After a minute though, Zloy comes in and after exchanging greetings, they get to work writing.

It takes surprisingly little time as they are luckily only writing a script and don't have to deal with things like writers block, which is unfair because if those of us writing stories didn't have to deal with that, we could do a lot more. And they have not a single clue how lucky they are to not have to deal with that crap.

But I digress.

After they finish writing, they usually chat for a short while. So they begin just talking about how they're doing, and random things happening in their lives.

After only a few minutes of talking though, Zloy excuses himself to go to the bathroom. As the zombie walks out of the room, Pixlriffs lets his mind wander. It wanders off to thinking about Zloy for some reason, and he finds himself specifically thinking about how the undead man looks and his personality.

Zloy was a troublemaker, that was for sure. But the trouble he caused was often quite humorous and often when Pixlriffs was having a bad day, it was just the thing to get him to smile. And Zloy wasn't all trouble, sometimes when Pixlriffs was really annoyed and having a bad day, the zombie was always there to talk to and help him get his frustrations out. He had stuck by Pixlriffs through quite a bit honestly, so just having him nearby was a very comforting thing for Pix.
But yes, Zloy was still mostly trouble. But in a very.... charming way. And Pixlriffs wouldn't want him any other way.

And then there was the matter of his looks.

Along with being amazing personality-wise, he also had many features that were pleasing to look at.
His little mouth, that seemed to constantly be sassing someone, but that could also turn into an amazing smile. His little hands, that have caused many misdeeds, but also have done many things to cheer up Pixlriffs when he has been sad. His adorable little face, that Pixlriffs could probably stare at for ages. His surprisingly soft skin, green and cool to the touch from his un-aliveness. His eyes, his eyes, his beautiful golden eyes that Pixlriffs could definitely get lost in.

He truly was a great friend.

Friend.

Friend.

Friend.

...right?

Before these thoughts could continue however, Zloy walks back into the room.

When he walks in however, he seemed for just a second to have a very.... concerned look on his face. But the look was quickly replaced by a smile. The smile didn't reach his eyes however.

The next thing that the human noticed after his facial expression was that there seemed to be a few spiders near the bottom of his pants. They quickly crawled off and away however, so Pixlriffs chose not to comment on it. It did strike him as fairly odd though.

However instead of continuing their conversation, Zloy says he has to go get to work on the Recap. Which was very odd as they had only been talking for a few minutes and normally they talk for a half hour or so before Zloy gets to work.

But once again, Pixlriffs decides not to comment on this only hesitating slightly before leaving. After all, he trusts Zloy. And Zloy would definitely tell him if something was wrong.

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Once again he felt the lump in his throat, and once again he coughed.

But this time there were even more.

So many little hairy bodies.

He doubled over coughing.

He felt hundreds of little legs crawling in his mouth and on his skin.

It sent shivers down his spine.

He felt as the little lumps with too many legs were forced out of his lungs and into his mouth, and then as they were forced out of his mouth and onto the ground.

There were so many.

So many spiders.

He could feel them eating away at him.

There was no way he would last much longer if this kept up.

He was probably going to die soon.

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It had been a few days since Pixlriffs had heard anything from Zloy. Which was rather out of the ordinary because not only is he normally active on most of his social media, he also usually DM's Pixlriffs every few days to procrastinate his work. Pixlriffs had asked some of the other youtubers they were mutual friends with, and none of them said they had heard anything from him and naturally he was starting to get worried.

So that's why Pixlriffs was standing in front of Zloy's house.

He briefly wondered if he was out of line in doing this, but his worry for his friend quickly silenced this thought and he knocked on the door.

He waits for a bit, however there is no answer. So he knocks again.

Still no answer. So he knocks again.

Still no answer. So he tries the doorbell this time.

And when no answer comes again, he tries it again.

Growing frustrated, he tries straight up opening the door.

And to his surprise, it opens.

Looking in, he sees a number of spiders crawling on the ground.

What it means he neither knows nor cares, he's just worried for Zloy. So he walks in, closing the door behind him hoping to find the zombie.

He walks through the entryway and into the living room to find Zloy lying on his couch staring into space.

The first thing that catches his attention are the many, many, spiders surrounding him. In many different sizes and species too.

The next thing to catch his attention is how sickly and weak looking he is. He looks very thin and pale, yet to Pixlriffs he still seems quite handsome. The way he-

Before Pixlriffs' thoughts can continue that route however, Zloy weakly looks up at him.

If you were to ask anyone else how Zloy looked right then, they would say he looked like death. He looked so exhausted. Like even more so than usual. But to Pixlriffs he looked- (ok, we GET it. Please shut up and continue the story.)
(Oh right. Sorry.)

(Ahem, where were we? Oh right.)
Zloy looked up at him, and he looked exhausted.

And then he started a coughing fit.

And spiders came out.

As his coughing fit finished, Pixlriffs couldn't help but stare.

"Hey Zloy?" he asked, "What on earth?"

He chuckled.

"I screwed up. I screwed up big time."

"...How?"

After a moment's hesitation, Zloy responded. "How much do you know about The Hanahaki disease?"

"Isn't that the disease that makes you cough up petals and possibly die when you have unrequited feelings toward someone? Those aren't petals." he noted as though it weren't obvious.

"Wow. How incredibly observant of you Pix." With a sigh he added: "...Normally it is petals. Buuuut a fun thing about the disease is that if you're someone who has been steeped in dark magic, it turns into...." He glances at the spiders covering the ground. "Well, spiders. And BOY have I messed with dark magic a lot in my time."

It was then that what this meant hit Pixlriffs.

Zloy liked someone.

Said someone was probably not him.

He wasn't sure why this really bothered him.

They were only ever just friends.

He tried not to let how this bothered him show.

He had more important things to worry about. Like what to do about Zloy's.... condition.

"But you're a zombie. It can't kill you right?"

"You're mistaking being undead with being immortal. Being undead won't save me from spiders with a taste for rotten flesh."

Pixlriffs made a disgusted face. "They're going to....?"

"Eat me. Yes."

"Well... if it's still technically The Hanahaki disease then that must mean you like someone. Who is it? If we can get them to come over right away, then maybe we can still save you."

Zloy visibly cringed at this. "Ah right. About that. Well you see.... it's uhhh... it's-it's you."

"Oh."

Pixlriffs' face was blank as he processed this. And Zloy wouldn't meet his eyes.

After a moment, Zloy looked like he was about to say something, but he was interrupted by coughing up more spiders.

On the plus side, this bought Pixlriffs a little bit more time to think.

He thought about all the time he's spent with Zloy, and how fun it was and how good it made him feel.

And then he thought about what would happen if Zloy...
He couldn't think about it. He couldn't stand to think about Zloy being gone. He couldn't not have Zloy in his life. He made his life so much better in just about every way. He just loved Zloy too much to have him gone.

He just loved Zloy too much to have him gone.

He just loved Zloy too much.

He just loved Zloy.

As Zloy was finishing up coughing up spiders, Pixlriffs walked over and knelt down beside him.

When Zloy had fully finished coughing up spiders, Pixlriffs reached out and hugged him before planting a small kiss on his lips.

Zloy tensed up at first, but when he got over the shock of what was happening he hugged Pixlriffs back.

And they both knew that everything was going to be ok.

But like, they still were gonna have to figure out what to do about the spiders. Because like, there were still like a BUNCH of spiders in Zloy's house.

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I could have definitely written this better, but honestly I've decided that the point of these stories is mostly to get my ideas out of my head.

Me a few months ago: "If I ever write a Hanahaki thing with Pixloy, I'm gonna make Pixlriffs have it because we already have multiple stories of Zloy with it."

Me now: "...Ok but in my defense, I needed to do it because I changed how it works."

Anyways, here's the full system thing of how this weird spider Hanahaki thing works. Please use it if you would like.

It's called "Corrupted Hanahaki" and it works like this:

If you are someone who has been tainted by some form of dark magic (regular dark magic as shown here, Void magic, Watcher magic, etc.) and you get The Hanahaki disease, the disease "corrupts" and instead of coughing up petals, you cough up spiders.
As a bonus, not only do they slowly choke you, but they also slowly eat you from the inside out.

So you know, fun times for all.

Anyways, I have a new year's resolution of writing 10 things this year, so I'm REALLY hoping to get something out sooner next time.

Also if I write the thing I plan to, it won't be Pixloy, and it WILL be angsty ;)

Also because I got a new phone recently-ish, I now have Google docs so I no longer have to be risky and write things in Wattpad directly. So hooray!

Also Wattpad keeps being a butt and saying "oh no, this edit conflicts with another one you made on this device!"
Like, shut up and just let me save my gosh-dang story.

It's late and I'm going to bed soon but anyways

Love you!
Bye!

(Also sorry for the massively long A/Ns)