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

Chapter 71

You kicked your foot against the wall, walking in a circle around the room. You had followed Brook here, but when he stopped in the room a few doors away, you kept walking. If there was one thing that you knew about him, it was when he didn't want you to be with him. This was a situation where he wanted to be alone to think, and when he needed you, you'd be there.

"I told you! You couldn't trust me!" He yelled from the other room loudly. Your head snapped in the direction of the doorway and you stopped to listen. He was muttering curses under his breath, and you slowly walked out of the room and down the hall to the one Brook had gone into.

You stopped in the doorway and watched him. He was leaning against the wall, his knees to his chest and his hands gripping his hair on either side of his head. He slowly lowered his hands to look at them. The view of his face was obstructed by his hair, the pink cloth around his head leaning down loosely over his head.

"It's not my fault. It's theirs. He even admitted it. It's... not my fault." He paused. "Then why won't this feeling go away?!" You flinched at the sudden loud noise as he paused again. Slowly, you walked into the room and toward him. Loud enough that he knew of your presence, but quiet enough that it didn't startle him. You leaned against the wall and slid down it, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him. He sat up. "It's been so long since I've felt... this bad?" He thought out loud.

"The last time was..." He glanced at you and you nodded. He began to stand up and you followed, watching him. "It's been a long time since we've had to find sinners on our own," He glanced at you. Despite the situation, you felt the corners of your lips lift. He sighed. "Guess we're really doing this."

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You and Brook leaned against a wall in an alley talking. It's not like you caught up too much in the last century, but it's not like too much had happened that you both weren't involved in, but you could talk nonetheless. The sound of heels coming your way made you both shut your mouth, waiting for who would walk by. Two drunk women stumbled into the alley. One had short, red hair, and was wearing a red dress. The other was in a slick black dress, blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. They both had sinners marks, and you and Brook made eye contact.

"Little bunny foo foo..." The woman in the red dress slurred. The other woman giggled, leaning against her. "Hopping through the forest..." "Picking up the field mice, and bopping them on the head!" They sang together. "Owoooaaah, down came the good fairy, and she said..." "Little bunny foo foo, I don't want to see you," The blonde woman held up her index finger. "Scooping up the field mice, and bopping them on the head~."

You and Brook followed the two as they walked past both of you. "I'll give you - three chances..." The red-haired woman faltered when Brook placed his hands over her ears.

"I was hoping for someone a bit more murderous-looking, but... That song is really annoying." He muttered under his breath. He snapped her neck and the blonde woman screamed. You formed a shard in your hand, muttering an apology to her as you slit her throat and both of you disappeared into Hell.

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"Well, well, well... You were both doing so well, but these sinners are rather... messy." Satan said, glancing behind him to look at both of you. You crossed your arms. "Don't tell me you both were in a rush because you were dying to see me? How sweet." Brook had a sour look on his face. "I'd rather see Natasha." You murmured.

"Satan... Are you omnipotent?" "Hah? That's the question you were dying to ask?" "It's not, but I want to know anyway." You leaned to the side. "He won't turn around," You whispered to Brook and he nodded.

"Huh? Well, alright... No harm in telling you, since you know the answer anyway. I'm not omnipotent. My knowledge is limited, beyond a few parameters... And I certainly can't tell the future, if that's what you're asking. For example... I immediately know the entire life of a sinner once they die and come to Hell. But that's a one-time thing meant to help me make judgments. But whatever you guys get up to in the waking world? Who knows. And I vastly prefer it this way... It's much more interesting to see if I can piece things together, and see how everything plays out."

He put a finger to his chin. "Such as right now. You two worked things out. You pointedly did not look at Brook, who nodded. You narrowed your eyes at Satan. "You seemed relieved when I said I had no idea what you two were up to. You haven't tried to annoy him since you got here." "I can be serious when I need to be." "Sure, sure." He paused.

"And, since I haven't the foggiest clue why you both decided after years of bringing me gang affiliates and sexual offenders, then suddenly switching to unprosecuted criminals... You both decide to bring me some random sinners who didn't seem to have a spicy past, other than a few cases of stealing expensive clothes together. A few minutes past midnight, too. Unusually punctual."

You both stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. "So? Go on. I gave you some juicy morsels. Now tell me what you're here for."

Brook took a deep breath. "We want to play a game." He said firmly. Satan's eyes widened and he made a loud and long sound of amusement.

"But we won't tell you what the game is unless you agree to play it with us. We have something I am certain you would be interested in. And you have something we want. They're of equal value. If you don't accept, we'll just leave. And you'll never find out what we have, or what we want." Brook explained the rules to him and you nodded when necessary. Satan seemed amused.

"Huh... This is a first for you, Brook. I'm intrigued. Sure, I'll play a game with you both. This prize better be good, though." Brook's shoulders relaxed.

"Okay... The game is simple. You just have to catch us. The game will last one hour. If you catch us, you win." You glanced at Brook from the corner of your eyes. Was he insane? You both were fast, sure, but this was Satan's territory.

"Well, that's oddly easy. So, what do I get when I catch you?" "If you catch us, I'll let you... judge me." An odd smile appeared on Satan's face.

He finally turned around and crossed his arms. You narrowed your eyes, assessing the wound on his chest. Holy shit. Did Scarlet do that? "Ahh? How do you figure that?"

"I was never sent to Hell, so I was never judged by you. God judged me and decided I was to go to purgatory since my life was unremarkable. But if you judged me now, for all the actions I've committed since becoming a reaper... I have a good idea of what level I would end up in."

"Huh? Huh?! Haah?! I never thought of that. Wait, my body is getting all excited." You gagged. "Ahh. Wait, but it's a game, right? I agreed, so I have to play fair, or it's no fun. So if by some impossibility that you both win, what's the prize that is apparently worth your own eternity? If Deer is involved?" You nodded.

"If we win, we get Scarlet back." You insisted sternly.

"Ooohh. Spicy." - Graveweaver

(End shows Scarlet with incredibly long hair.)

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