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

Chapter 79

"Twe Twenty-five... That's really how long I was in there...?" She mumbles, putting her head back in her hands. "That's right... That's right... That's right..." She covers her face, turning away from you a little as she starts trembling. You can only assume she's crying again, but you scoot away from her anyway because she turned away from you.

"You're right..." She repeats again. Brook's eyebrows pinch upward, and you bit your lower lip into your mouth. It seems so... invasive to see her so personal like this. You had only seen a few people you care about break down, which were yourself, people in your family, Vanessa, or Brook. But that hasn't really happened for over 90 years.

Brook seems to feel the same way, but he wears a sympathetic expression anyway. He looks truly concerned, and you know why.

"H-How did you know how long it was? Since it's nothing, didn't you just... like... sleep...?" He asks quietly.

"No," Scarlet repeats the word quickly a few more times. "There's nothing. Absolutely nothing. You can't sleep or breathe, but you don't feel pain... You're completely numb..." You and Brook glance at each other, and he sweat-drops.

"But, it's better than being in, say... the fifth or sixth level, right? Since you don't feel anything..." He tries. You gesture for him to shut the fuck up because Scarlet starts trembling again. "No... No, no, no... Everything is absent... Everything besides your mind, It's unbearable," She looks down at her hands again. "All you can do is think. And think, and think, and think. You think about what it was like to open a door. To laugh at a joke. To feel a breeze. About the people you loved, and you sit there in your emptiness. Knowing you will never, ever, ever, ever, ever feel anything like that again. And that you will never be able to turn off. You have to sit, and exist, infinitely."

She looks up, and for a second it's like she's in a trance. Her voice trails off but her lips voice, even though she isn't speaking, and then, "You're alone."

Brook looks at the floor, guilt and fear written in his eyes but barely on his face. You can still see it, though.

"You..." You both look at her again. "You have no idea how lucky you are... That you'll never know what I'm talking about."

Brook hums in something that sounds like confirmation, scratching his face with a gloved hand.

"B-but... You... you two pulled me out? How...?" Brook rose up to a crouching position, and you took that to stand up, so you did. "It... It was a one time thing." You mutter.

"B-But... does... does Satan know? Is he going to send me back?"

"No. You're fine. We arranged... An agreement. We aren't allowed to talk about it, though. That's part of the deal. But, you're fine." Brook tells her. "We're fine."

"Deer... Brook..." She looks at both of you in turn when she says your name, then leans down and almost collapses in on herself. "Thank you," She says over and over. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..."

You swallow, watching as Brook cross his legs and straightens his arms out, putting his palms down on the floor in the middle of his legs. He looks like he's in a daze.

When Scarlet calms down, she stays still.

"Go see Chase." You say after a minute. Her head shoots up. "Chase?" "Yeah. Go. Go see Chase. He's worried about you. He misses you." You repeat. She blinks. "Oh."

When she's gone, you and Brook stare at the place on the floor that she was crying in. You heave a sigh, walking back to Brook and taking a seat next to him. He makes a sound, but you lean against him anyway.

"We'll be okay." You whisper.

"You don't know that."

"I know. But... We can try."

You hear his swallow. "I don't... It sounds... It sounds awful. And it's my fault she was put in there, because I gave Satan information, and now you're part of it and you-" You tug on a piece of his hair, stopping him from speaking.

"Stop it. Stop that. You don't- You don't get to say that what I agree to is my fault. I chose to agree to the deal. Whatever happens to me is not your fault. Do you hear me? It won't be your fault."

He swallows.

"I know you probably won't believe me, but... I won't ever be upset with you, you know. Anything that happens in the near future. I won't be mad at you."

You wait for a response.

"I know. I..." You pauses, then lets out a huff of a laugh. It's surprising, and you lift your body to look at him easier. "I don't think I could hate you no matter how hard I tried. I mean, you killed my sister, and your parents. And, I think at first I was upset because I didn't... I didn't understand how easy it was to feel so much hatred for someone who did something so awful, especially to someone you care about. Like how I felt with that angel after you told me what happened," He supplies. You smile.

"So we'll never be mad or abandon each other." You hold out your pinky. It only takes a few seconds before he takes his glove of, and a cold pinky hooks with yours. "Never." You grin.

"Good. We'll be okay. We'll be just fine."