"Hey Robbie, we're going to meet up with Jack at the coffee shop so we can meet a fan of his!" Chase exclaimed excitedly to the zombie, a wide grin on his face.

"Robbie meet friend!" Robbie cheered, Chase chuckling as he hugged the zombie close and lovingly ruffled his lavender hair.

"I just finished brushing his hair!" Jackaboy complained as he strode over to the pair, Chase shrugging nonchalantly in response as he took off his hat and mussed up his hair before covering back up with the snapback cap.

"There, now we match." Chase replied smugly, Jackaboy rolling his eyes as he walked outside.

"Where Jack?" Robbie questioned as he looked around the house, only seeing Chase, JJ, and Schneep inside.

"We're going out to meet him." Chase explained, gently taking Robbie's hand like a parent would with their child before he guided the zombie outside with him.

Robbie felt his stomach grumble again, yet he ignored it as he usually did, the zombie preferring to starve himself rather than eat people.

"Vait up!" Schneep shouted, the German and JJ jogging to catch up with the pair as they walked across the street to the coffee shop where Jack, Anti, Marvin, and Jackaboy were already waiting for them.

"About time you guys showed up." Anti grumbled sourly, Jack talking with a fan dressed in a Jacksepticeye PMA shirt and skinny black jeans.

"Oh my gosh, it's Robbie!" The fan squealed excitedly when they noticed the zombie, hugging them tight.

Robbie happily hugged them back and breathed in their scent, his hunger pangs growing worse the longer he held onto them.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Jackaboy huffed moodily as he folded his arms across his chest, the fan giggling as they stepped away from Robbie and hugged the hero.

"Robbie...Robbie no feel good, Robbie need go." Robbie mumbled as he felt a sharp stab of pain in his stomach, the familiar voice in his head whispering suggestions to feed his primal instinct.

"Robbie? You doing okay?" Jack questioned the zombie, all attention turning to him as he staggered back towards the door.

Take a bite, the voice in his head directed.

"No!" Robbie cried as he abruptly ran out of the coffee shop, Jack and the egos exchanging a worried look before following him with the fan in tow.

You know you want to, a bite isn't bad, the voice assured Robbie

"Shut up stupid voice in head!" Robbie snarled as he Jackaboy grabbed onto the the zombie's shoulder, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Bud...talk to us." Chase panted as he caught up to Robbie, his eyes shining with concern as Robbie held his head in his hands.

Eat the fan, they aren't your friend, the voice pointed out, Robbie licking his lips as he looked at the fan.

"R-Robbie?" They stammered fearfully, their eyes wide as Robbie tackled them to the floor and began attacking them with his teeth bared.

"Robbie stop!" Chase begged as he fought to intervene, Robbie turning to look at Chase with blood dripping from the zombie's face and a wild look in his eyes.

People around them were screaming and calling for help, some videoing the whole ordeal.

"Schneep, get them help!" Jack barked, the German nodding as Robbie moved towards Chase, the zombie ignoring the dying fan as Schneep carefully dragged them to safety and called an ambulance.

"Robbie, it's me Chase, you don't have to do this." Chase reasoned, Robbie cracking his neck as an inhuman growl escaped his throat.

"Robbie need food."

Chase cried out in pain as Robbie managed to sink his teeth into Chase's neck, Marvin intervening by pulling Robbie off of Chase.

The injured male looked at Robbie with his eyes wide in shock, his legs buckling underneath him.

"Chase!" Jackaboy shouted, catching the male as Robbie snapped out of his hunger-fueled rampage.

"What Robbie do? Robbie...Robbie don't remember." Robbie mumbled as he looked down at his hands as a warm crimson liquid dripped off of them.

"We're going home." Jack directed Robbie sternly, his eyes glimmering with tears much to Robbie's confusion as the egos returned home.

Jackaboy delicately laid Chase on the couch while Robbie sat on the floor near him, the other egos standing back as Schneep bandaged up Chase's neck.

"Chase?" Robbie whimpered, the male opening his eyes slightly to look at Robbie with a weak smile.

"Robbie sorry, Robbie want help friend." The zombie apologized, rubbing his head against Chase's arm dangling over the side of the couch.

The male on the couch patted Robbie's head as his eyes closed again, his hand trembling with the effort it took to move.

"Zhis isn't zhe first person zhat has been infected, vhat do ve do Jack?" Schneep spoke up quietly

"We'll find a cure and stop this before it spreads." Jack promised Schneep, his expression fierce with determination. 

"I-it hurts." Chase spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezed shut as Schneep carefully removed the bandage.

On the injured man's neck was a set of heavily bleeding bite marks, a greenish pus gathered along the edges.

"We're taking Chase to the hospital Robbie, stay here." Jack told Robbie as Jackaboy picked Chase up once more, Robbie scrambling to his feet.

"Robbie want go!" Robbie protested, Anti abruptly slamming the zombie's head against the wall.

"You've caused enough damage. You. Stay. Here." Anti scowled furiously, letting go of Robbie as he stormed out of the house.

Marvin shot Robbie an apologetic look as he followed the demon, Jackaboy trailing after them with JJ and Jack.

"Stay here Robbie!" Jack reminded the zombie as he left, leaving Robbie alone in the house with only his thoughts.

"That okay," Robbie comforted himself  as he sat on the now empty couch with his knees curled up to his chest.

"They come back."

"Robbie hungry." Robbie mumbled in his unconscious state he began to stir, Schneep making sure the zombie's legs and arms were handcuffed securely to the bed.

"Robbie has alvays been a zombie, but how does he infect others?" Schneep muttered under his breath as he looked at Robbie's blood sample under his portable microscope, the zombie waking up as his stomach growled hungrily.

"Zhat's it! I just need a combination of antiseptic to kill of zhe bacteria and something to regenerate zhe decaying cells!" Schneep exclaimed, a wide grin on the German's face while Robbie snapped at him.

"Don't vorry mein friend, I know how to help you." Schneep promised Robbie as Jack fling the door of his room open, his expression tearful.

"Vhat happened?" Schneep demanded as he strode over to Jack and grabbed his shoulders, the Irishman choking out a sob.

"I-it's Jackaboy...he's infected."