Oneshots and Randomness

Prompts 2

After hyperventilating just a little bit, you managed to think about how the floor turned into grass. I want to know where I am. You tried to repeat that phrase in your head, but nothing happened, the endless fields of grass under the starry sky... void... was empty. Okay, I want a mirror. You thought and a mirror appeared instantaneously. You looked at yourself, and to your surprise, you saw a body you hadn't seen in a long time; it was your original body. Emotions swelled within you, you couldn't contain them and you started crying for some reason. The 10-year-old body in the mirror cried with you, you seemed to be free from the curse of being a different person.

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Prompt - The Grim Reaper came to do his job and his job only. He definitely wasn't expecting to become best friends with a mortal along the way.

   The grim reaper had always done his job faithfully; all day, every day, he would go around the world and reap the souls of humans who's time had come to an end. Whenever he was out, he never wore a black cloak or wield a large scythe like the cliche's described him. Instead, he was disguised as an everyday normal human with brown eyes, blonde hair, and an overall bright vibe instead of the black and gray you would think he wore.

   This time was like any other work trip, he would go down to Earth in his human disguise and find the person he was supposed to reap, hear their pleas, last wishes, or final words, then collect their soul if he still found them ready to die. The Grim Reaper's final 'client' for the day was an old lady, in her late 80s maybe. She had tons of loving family with her and she had lived a long life, Death decided to go to her house and get it over with. Death thought it would be an easy final job, that's why he left it as the last one for the day, but he wasn't ready for what he would encounter when he got into the house.

   Death knocked on the door to the old woman's house and a tired woman opened the door, "Kid, we've told you guys to stop knocking on Emily's door, we don't care about your little pranks." The lady almost shut the door when Death put his foot between the door and door frame, "No, no, I don't know what you're talking about, please wait." The lady opened the door again and crossed her arms, looking at Death unamused, "Spit it out kid," "I've heard Emily isn't feeling very well recently, I'm one of her sons," the lady still looked uninterested, "My name is Hunter, nice to meet you." Death held his hand out and the lady hesitantly shook it, "Name's Diane, Emily did talk of a Hunter..." Death, of course, knew the old lady's family and chose to pose as one of them to get in.

   "So, can I come in? I'd really like to see my mom." Death said quickly, not wanting to spend much time on this, Diane rolled her eyes, "Sure just make it quick, Emily needs rest." She stepped aside to let Death into the house and closed the door behind him. Death took in his surroundings, Emily lived a higher lifestyle for sure; plants littered the halls, drawers and shelves top with jewelry lined the walkway, and it smelled like expensive perfume. Death didn't hesitate and weaved through the hallways to get to Emily's room just how Diane said, surely the woman must be loopy and not even realize he isn't Hunter. "Who is it?" The woman asked with a cracking voice, Death tried to put on the most persuasive and meek voice he could, "It's me mum, I'm here and it's all going to be okay..." He walked towards Emily and Diane walked up to the doorway, "Can I just have a moment with her by myself?" He turned towards Diane who seemed to ponder for a moment before sighing and taking her leave with a, "Call me if you need me," thrown behind her.

   Death waited a couple of seconds before talking in a hushed voice, "It's not actually Hunter, Emily." Emily hummed a thoughtful tune before speaking in her dry voice, "Oh of course you don't look like any of my children or grandchildren," as she said that, she batted her shaky hand for emphasis, "It must be that I am ready to leave..." The old woman released the rest of her breath and it stood heavily in the air. Death let the moment pass before speaking to the woman, "Do you know who I am?" Emily thought for a moment before tsking and shaking her head, "Why I haven't got a clue, no knowing what's out there." Death puzzled at what she said before dropping it, "Well, I'm the Grim Reaper. I'm guessing you have some last requests?" Emily sighed, "I've done what I could in my life, I have no regrets or things I want to try... I would like to make sure my family gets all of my possessions, my will is on the bedside table," She tried to turn her head to look but winced and left it in the position it was in.

   Death grabbed the note that was written by a weak and shaky hand, the paper was soft and crinkled on some parts that suggested the writer cried on it. Death read the will and he started to feel like he couldn't do his job, this wasn't the first time that had happened of course. Death felt bad for most humans' that he reaped and sometimes it was just teeth-pullingly hard to do, but he still did it as that was why he was created - his job. Death put the letter down and the nice about-to-be-dead woman clearly noticed his hesitance, "What's wrong dear? I've accepted my fate, all humans have to, you can take me to wherever I need to go now." She seemed ever-so tired and peaceful, Death looked at the woman who had begun to close her eyes and sighed, "I hope you have a nice afterlife Emily." The woman hummed and smiled, Death put his own shaky hand on hers and saw her muscles start to relax. The machines she was hooked up to slowed down until the deafening ring of a flat-line was heard and Death shook his head. "Help! I need help! Mom, she-she's flat-lining!" He yelled and Diane rushed in frantically, of course she couldn't save the grandmother and Emily was lost.

   Death was ushered out of the house by Diane and so he went to what he called his home. Death wasn't expecting to find a certain spirit there though, the kind Emily who had died mere moments before was now in his house. Her spirit somehow switched course from the afterlife and chose to go to Death's own house. "It's nice to see you with a more keen eye," Emily said with a soft voice. Little did Death know that the person he had killed, the spirit that was rerouted to go with him, was going to be one of his best friends.

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(A/N Woooo! I'm back! I actually did kind of want to write today so that was nice! Sorry for the two more sad prompts, I guess I just wanted some feels. The second one was cut off because I need to do homework and I really couldn't think of a way to develop them into being friends quickly so I just did that cutoff lol But yeah, this was actually fun and made me hurt just a tiny bit myself while I was writing these two prompts! That's really all I have to say so peace! Hope you have a good day and wish you luck in your own NaNo if you're doing it! Goodbye random reader!)

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