Brook X GN Reader || I'm The Grim Reaper

Chapter 52

Scarlet stood waiting as she peered down the hallway. 'It's been a while... Should I go in? Wouldn't it have been just as effective if I was inside...?' She turned around. 'I need to check.' Before she could make a move someone spoke behind her. She recognized that voice... Her eyes widened as he turned around sharply. The Red Spades leader was walking towards her in a very formal outfit. She wore a long-sleeved white collared shirt, her sleeves poufy and pulled to her elbows. She wore long black sleeves underneath it. A black vest in front of that and a long black skirt with a slit in it swooshed behind her, revealing her pants. She walked towards her with a hand on her hip.

"...Brook and Deer have him. You're coming with me." Scarlet's eyes widened. "They were waiting! It was a trap!" She muttered under her breath. She immediately formed her scythe. "You don't have them with you. I can kill you in an instant." "Ah ah ah, bad idea. If I die, they'll immediately know. I ordered them to kill your blonde friend if anything happens to me." Scarlet calmed herself down, still throwing daggers at the woman in front of her.

"They can hear whatever I'm saying right now. If anything goes South even a little bit, they're going to break that detective's neck." She brought her arm up to tap the side of her face, next to her ear, then smirked. Scarlet narrowed her eyes at the woman. "...I'll cooperate..." "Ah, that's what I like to hear. Now, please, Miss Nora. Come with me. I have something to discuss that may interest you."

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Chase was thrown against the wall on the floor, a thud sound echoing throughout the room. He lazily opened his eyes. 'Man, I'm tired of being held hostage.' He glanced a few feet away from him, where Brook and Dear stood. Brook held a close eye on him, watching, but Deer was kicking a small stone on the concrete floor and looking at their nails every few seconds in between glancing at the Reaper next to them. Brook inclined their head slightly when he noticed that Chase was looking at him, narrowing his eyes.

"So you're the Rabbit Reaper, huh? I've heard a lot about you..." Brook didn't respond, but Deer's attention lifted from whatever was on their mind to watch the interaction. "I see why you got that nickname. You look like a rabbit." Brook's eyes widened only just, as if he was offended. Deer smothered a smile. It was silent for a few more moments. "You're talkative." Brook seemed even madder at that and Chase sweat-dropped.

He looked to Deer, who's eyes were already on him. "You're Deer, right?" His eyes flickered to the fake antlers that were on his head. "Guess you all have ears of your demon, huh?..." He muttered. Deer opened their mouth to speak but Brook elbowed them in the gut, making them cough and give him a dirty look. Brook turned to face Chase. "Aren't you supposed to be smart?" Deer snorted, still slightly bent over. "Huh?" "Ya'know. Because you're a detective." "I mean, that's true. But what makes you think I'm not smart?" "Because we made it really obvious that you were walking into a trap. We told most of the Red Spades members to take the day off. And we put that stupid book in plain sight." Deer said obviously, as if they were talking about the weather.

Chase closed his eyes, feigning dismay. "Yeah... The book laying out was a bit heavy-handed, if you ask me..." "And you fell for it." "I sure did." "Of course he didn't," Chase and Deer said in unison. Brook ignored them, still looking at Chase. "So you're an idiot." Chase didn't respond for a moment. "Am I an idiot if I fell for it on purpose?" Brook thought for a moment. "Depends on why you decided that was a good idea."

"Because I wanted an opportunity to talk to you two, Brook. Just me and you guys." Brook and Deer shared a glance as Deer shuffled on their feet, barely noticeable, towards Brook. Brook looked at their feet, then back at Chase, but didn't take a step away.

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Scarlet followed The Red Spades leader up a stone staircase, as she had been following her around for a while now. Her eyes followed the leader ahead of her as she walked, scared to look away or let her guard down. When she was led through a doorway, the leader turned around with a warped smile to her. "Here is good." Scarlet knew she was imagining it, but it looked as if the sinner's mark across her chest had darkened to a darker shade of red.

She glanced around the room, then back to the leader. "Why did we have to come to this room?" "Just making space," Scarlet squinted at her. She didn't have a good feeling about this. "So, Scarlet. Would you like your debt to be pardoned?" "Depends on what got me into that debt in the first place." The leader smirked. She reached a hand up to her collar, under her shirt and thing that went up above the back of her head and neck, to rustle with it and find something. "I knew you'd ask." She pulled out a box, a bit smaller than a shoebox. It reminded Scarlet of when the man working for The Red Spades had described it to Chase. "So I grabbed you another of your usual. This one is on the house.

"Be careful, it's going to be a bit messier than you're used to..." She held it out to Scarlet, who was a few feet away from her. Scarlet looked down at the box with wide eyes. There was no way it was going to be this easy, right? After all this trouble it was just going to be handed over what she had been buying in her past life? Did she want to know? What was going to happen if she took and opened that box?

She risked it, reaching out and clasping a firm hand on the small box. Holding it in front of her with both sweaty hands, she stared down at it. She squinted her eyes. "This box looks familiar... And it feels cold... Just like I remember... But... what is inside..." She thought aloud. The leader watched her, amused, as she lifted a trembling hand to grasp the top half of the box and lift it to reveal what was inside. Her heart and stomach felt like they dropped into the Ninth level itself and from the corner of her eye, she saw the leader give her a deranged smile as her eyes widened, a gasp leaving her lips.

The box instantly fell from her hands in her shock and panicked state, making a sound as it hit the floor. She brought her hand away from where it had been holding the box as she watched it fall to the ground. "No... W-why did I need... that?!" She asked, watching the box as blood splattered the floor, leaving a trail where the bloody and cut-out heart had rolled out of it and onto the floor.

"Splort" - Graveweaver

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