A/N: Bored and suddenly want to write about my OCs
And so I did it
This isn't anything serious, I just want to write about gay shit

WARNING: contains spoilers for my book ⬇️ and this one-shot is not canon
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"Love Notes for the Dead"
(Williard x ??, OCs from 'Katrina's Mansion of Screams')

Williard had never received a letter from anyone ever. Not even when he was still living and breathing.

Who would have thought that he would receive a love letter now that's he's dead?

It was beautifully written, heartfelt and sincere. Carefully thought too, all the lines rhymed like a poem. It was obviously written by someone who was a creative writer.

"Now to find whoever wrote this..."

Williard has no clue. He didn't know anyone from his housemates that could write so artistically. The penmanship seemed unfamiliar too, but then... he isn't familiar with anyone's penmanship since there isn't a need for anyone to write that much.

Curiosity was eating Williard. He needed help to find out who this mystery admirer is. He made his way to Zad's room. The two were very close chums and they trust each other very much.

The good thing about being a ghost is that there's no need to open doors. Williard can just pass by any door or wall or anything to enter a room. (Plus it's pretty effective on pranking housemates. Hehe)

"ZAD!" Williard booms.

Zad jumps. "Shit-" he was on the bed, about to toss his book towards the ghost"...oh it's just you. Of course you never learn about privacy..."

"C'MON! I've been in your room TOO MANY times we're practically roommates." Williard replied

"Still.. ugh, so what do you want?"

The ghost raises THE letter. "Someone confessed with a note to ME"

Zad averts his gaze, seemingly uninterested "So? Whatever... you don't care. I don't care."

"I do care. I'm DYING of curiosity of who could've POSSIBLY wrote THIS."

"Will, how can you die of curiosity when you're already fucking dead?"

"Oh HAHA FUNNY, Zad. " Williard said sarcastically. He thought for a few moments "Maybe it's Katrina! IT HAS TO BE KATRINA! She's the only girl in here and girls love writing sappy love letters right."

"Uh-hmm...You can't judge. Could be a guy...I mean, we really don't know everyone's preference and that shit." Zad sighs, and adjusted his glasses (which he does when he's tired of shit) "You can figure it out. There really isn't that much people in the house so please fucking go and let me read in peace."

It's a bit annoying how little Zad cares, but Williard let's the demon be, "AYE, AYE SIR!"  He leaves the room by passing through the wall.

Guess he has to find this out on his own then...

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Williard has thoroughly thought of all his housemates and it really couldn't be any of the boys

It can't be Variam or Damian who are dating each other (the vampire and the werewolf are too lovey dovey to think of anyone else)

It can't be Razien who was still learning how to write in human alphabet (he can write  Atlantic writing tho)

It can't be Franc who isn't programmed to fall for anyone (lucky doll can't get his feelings hurt)

That only leaves Katrina. To be honest, Williard doesn't know Katrina much that yet even if she had stayed in the mansion for almost a year now. It really COULD be her.

Williard decided to confront her about it.

"So... have you written any LOVE LETTERS recently?"

"Huh?" Katrina looks at Williard with confusion.

Williard brings out the letter and shows it to the female witch "C'MON! You're the one who wrote a note confessing your FEELINGS for me!"

"Huh???!"

"DON'T DENY IT! It was well written too!"

"HUH???!"

"Look... I REALLY appreciate the letter and I think it's super sweet BUT! sadly the feelings are NOT reciprocated. Sorry-"

"Williard, hold up!" Katrina puts her hand on Williard's mouth but her hand went through. She sighs and mumbles "why do I keep forgetting you're a ghost..."

"Katrina, I don't like LIKE you that way. You're really cool but it's a NO for me. I'm really so-"

"No no no! I don't like 'LIKE' you that way. Uhm.. This is a big misunderstanding."

It was Williard's turn to be surprised"Wait- HUH???!!!"

"Uh... I'm not the one who wrote the letter."

If it isn't Katrina...

"Then.. WHO DID?!" Williard exclaims.

Katrina squints her eyes, seemingly examining the letter. "Oh- I think I know who... this writing is familiar. Wait here, I'll go get something."

Katrina disappears into her room and returns with a parchment. "This is a summoning spell Zad found in a book and re-wrote for me a few weeks ago. The handwriting is oddly similar if not the same." 

Williard blinks his ghostly eyes. He couldn't believe it

"So you're saying Zad... Zad LIKES ME?"

Katrina nods. "Yes, duh. It's possible, he's never open to anyone but you."

Williard let's this sink in to him for a few moments. That explains why Zad was so distant discussing about the letter. Him looking away didn't mean he didn't care... Zad was probably nervous to know Williard's reaction.

And the thing is, Williard realized that if it was Zad who wrote the letter... he didn't mind at all. In fact, he might like Zad back.

"SHIT! I GOTTA TALK TO HIM!"

Williard dashed to Zad's room.

"Privacy! You shit!" Zad exclaimed.

"YOU! YOU WROTE THE LETTER!"

Zad looked like he was a dear caught on headlights. He blushed "Congrats you dumb bastard! You finally found out. I'm just... fucking sick and tired of keeping it any longer, but a part of me still didn't want you to know so I kept it anonymous and let you figure it out yourself. So yeah, there you go. I like you."

"OH GOD- *wait that's rude* GOODNESS. IM GLAD YOU TOLD ME AND IM GLAD I FIGURE IT OUT BUT SORRY FOR MY DUMBNESS. I THINK YOU'RE CUTE TOO AND I THINK I FUCKING LIKE YOU TOO"

"Come here so I can squeeze the fucking life out of you for being dumb!"

"IM ALREADY LIFELESS BUT YES!"

*cue in them hugging and kissing I can't write anymore*

(And yes, Williard can hug and kiss Zad because he can actually touch things if he wants)

(There ya go ladies and gentleman: BIG GAY)