He never thought that something like this would ever happen.
Really, who would have ever thought that the things of fiction, written for fun and entertainment, would ever become a reality?.....but there seemed to be something wrong with him.
"Why do I look different from the others?" He asked his companion.
"And why is my diet different?......Am I a failure of an undead..?" He continued with pitiable eyes.
A groan from his companion got him fired up.
"What do you mean you mean by agreeing and adding that I am the stupidest undead ever?! You big stinky jerk! You could have disagreed and comforted me! After all I did for you! See if I go bait food for you ever again!" With that said, he turned and went in the wrong direction
This is the story of a small dunderhead and his sticky companion.

(N.B: this is a slash story.)