"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE"
I hear as I blur out of the room running, I'm young not kid young but not old
enough to pay taxes wearing a wind breaker and sneaker with shorts as I ran out I said
"You never use it, so go eat shit l@!$!@"
the taller old person, most likely my brother with a blurry face, says while the other I was running away
"you could've just asked fuck face"
he says while ...smiling its hard to tell and then I noticed the face was blurry that's not normal as I stop and look
"Who....are you..who am I"
old yet powerful voice reach his ears, crisp yet stern
"So basic life, had potential to be great photographer, but over worked and young"
I turn around and I saw most ugly and terrifying thing a combination of skin on wheel head as if it was run over a head and the head just fused into the tire, in a suit
and I stared, teeth frozen like if they were drilled and chained together and I felt the pain like my mouth kicked in but they were still there and it was awful
"Running around taking pictures then fell, hm hm decent enough to do the job but will he"
the being kept talking as the eyes kept twirling one will stop and lock in on Me then go back twirling and gushing blood and then other eye will move and lock on Me again while other moved {imperfect..} that's all I can think while looking at it
"H-hello" I said
then they both stop and looked at ME, like forced and Then blood started to come out of the eyes, mouth, ear, like he just got hit by a car wheel which is ironic because its head and a car wheel combine
"Yes"
the thing said not rude but not impolite like a businessman talking to a customer who interrupted them but powerful not in the wording but the presence and it was shown when the my hands curled around the object I was holding which was shattered still had it shape but not meant to exist there
"W-who are y-yy-you"
and the being stared hard as if thinking reminiscing in the past then yank as if he ate something sour or something hes not aloud to remember
"Ah sorry that happens to me from time to time I guess since it my last day I let it slip"
the being said
"I'm whats known as a reaper"
the reaper, I sucked in cold breath hard enough to make him cough and ask
"The G-Grim reaper sir?"
"Bahahaha"
the reaper laughed it would make anyone throw up because how mixture of blood rubber and teeth came out but I couldn't I was to scared barley talk and throwing up seemed impossible even if he tried
"No no he retired long ago, nice joke kid"
joke that what the reaper thought
"What do you mean joke?"
I said more clear, confusing taking over fear and the reaper he stared and then
"Ooh right your mortal, for now "
he said the last part quietly I barely notice it before he switched back
"Okay kid I'm a reaper ain't tile ain't even a name just what I'm am ain't allowed a name"
allowed sound sad bitter but the truth but something clicked not like regular click like a shutter witch was weird but he asked
"I'm dead aren't...I"
"Bahhhahahah"
he laughed again more like he heard the funnest thing on earth and it was start piss me or at least it should but I cant feel not a lot at least its there but dwindled lest present
"Funnest kid alive best last day every and I had two Haha, anyway um no you have been hired"
hired seemed weird to hear in the face of the grim reaper I mean the reaper
"Hired for what?"
then the reaper looked at me and said
"for reaping obviously"
"Yea, no fuck that"
then he laughed again
"Kid let me change my wording you been chosen as a reaper"
then his wheal stopped and his faced morph into semi perfect face I couldn't tell it happen way to fast
"AND TRUST ME you wouldn't like the other choice "
as he said that the air filled with smell of gasoline and burnt flesh like it just existed as he looked at me I felt it as If my skull was being crush my ribs shattering and piercing my lungs then my skin as if my bod was crushed and then It stopped and I couldn't do anything
"W-whats the other o-option"
I asked I don't know why but I did and he smiled like a sad dad who found his son walking home alone when there was a friend next to him but a car happen and they were gone
"boy wont be pretty he it will sad not for me but for you and the people who use to know you"
use felt it had more meaning then it did to me like it was the one word I shouldn't Ignore and it seemed like he knew as he said
"yes you're right your very being get ripped through time and vanishes every action every Instance you've been in, is ripped off the very knowledge of gods and reapers even the ancient ones of secrets or truth even knowledge forgets boy of you and world is Re-written to compensate for your existence and trust me"
I couldn't speak it as if my tongue was ripped through my mouth and decayed before my eyes not just measly action my Instance, I forgotten who I am is reaped not of my choice, because why I was chosen?
"W-why me why?"
the reaper looked and said
"Why not you?"
My brain stopped not it short circuited
"what?"
I said as stand there now realizing that my brother is broken like the object in my hand shattered is a better term to use like a broken TV the ground slowly dissolving like film in red room got touch by out side light to early
"W-What's happening to him"
and then the reaper looked where I was looking
"Oh that thing ya we are just going through your process"
My head snapped back fast with wide eyes and asked
"w-What do you mean?"
He title his weely with skin on it to the side as he lift up his finger or flesh of iron and well flesh finger to his....chin?
"Well you see you are being reform into what you stand for death you know the regular process "
"Huh I'm being reform into something different, like a new version of me or is it the me who always there but not seen like when one takes a picture?"
when I said that the reaper looked at me as if I'm different like I had the tire for a head or something
"yes close its what you believe death is like for me its imperfect the fact that people move on and they are forgotten, and no longer cried for but still love them, as if they are there like nothing happen it feels imperfect for one that lived but shall be loss but not forgotten"
the reaper said as If it was the truth, but it didn't fell true to me at least like my brain said yes but every fiber of my being said it not
"don't do that"
"huh?"
"Understand MY belief, is it not you kid"
that's what he meant not me I'm not him or it I'm me I'm here in this instance I'm not imperfect I'm this instance like.... a photo
as I thought that my object In my hands it shifted it formed into a camera then to Scythe camera lens were the blade meats the handle, then the blade looks like film if it was turned into a alloy it still looks like film though handle looks fancy not made of anything solid but feels solid and has a red button on side handle ,screen on the regular handle and a ejection slot for photos
"*whistle* wow kid you sure are lucky "
"huh what do you mean?"
"I mean you got your scythe and something more before most reapers"
"Wan you explain more on that, well no the last one?"
I asked with confusion on my face
"Well you see us reapers aren't allowed new thing since they haven't died like phone we had the the brick phone for longest time then we finally got a flip phone you should be happy it the new a Cosmo folder 2 you know I know it was just 2017 but hey flip phones died long ago you know how hard we had to fight for that one"
I looked at my scythe then at him and back at my scythe
"so I'm better because?"
"you have technology "
so reapers can't get new stuff because of trends? okay that weird extremely weird but before I could ask he spoke
"okay here you go sign this and this and also this"
I absently did while writing down well just putting a line on paper and clipboard he gave me
"Okay since you did that, I can say you shall have 1 day off every weak, you shall work from now till the since forever,and you shall reap for the infinite worlds Galaxy and multiverse and shall be paid for $4.25 an hour, and any more questions shall be answered at the reaper home good luck Kid"
he smiled as he said that as floor broke under my feat and I fall into floor of static and fell as I fell I yelled
"THE FUCK YOU MEAN I'M GETTING PAID 4.25 AN HOUR AND 1 DAY OFF YOU FUCK"
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Hey guys brick wild here aka author I decide to make my own novel be patient first couple is world and story building and you might of notice some thing not really explain I will if not explain please ask I will answer if I can depends if its lore or not and yes scythe shall be main weapon if not all for reapers Depend on the belief of reapers thank you and have fun reading