You were sitting on your bed, blaring music from your ear buds. You've heard the warnings, 'keep listening to loud music and you'll go deaf.' Jeez, even your phone warns you when you turn it up 'too loud'. You lay back and start singing 'Day of the Dead' by Hollywood Undead. You thought that you were being to loud, because you saw your door suddenly open. You screamed and looked to see who entered. It was only your dad. You took out one of your ear buds and asked while giggling,
"What? You scared me." He looked at you and chuckled.
"Hun, we need to talk." He said. 'Oh jeez,' you thought 'this better not be the sex talk.'
"What's up dad?" You asked.
"Well, your old enough now, I think it's time you know..." he paused, "Your going to attend the DWMA because you are a weapon." You sat there for a moment trying to comprehend what you dad was saying. Then it hit you like a train going 200 miles an hour. You get to live on your own in death city! Wait did he just say that you were a weapon? But you can't even transform... how are you a weapon?
Almost like he read your mind he says, "I am a weapon. I'm a scythe. And your mother, before she.... she was a machete."
"So what am I?" You ask.
"Well, that's why you're going to the DWMA. To find out."
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Fanfiction***DISCONTINUED*** ***DISCONTINUED*** ***DISCONTINUED*** Life is cool. You live with your dad in a small town, and everything is good. Nothing is out of the ordinary. Well, until you and your dad have a quick chat about your dream school the Death...
