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

Chapter 89

You point your bow at one of the Red Spades' members, sharing a glance with Brook. Your face is angled away from them, and you curse yourself for leaving your mask in those tunnels. Brook slips you a piece of fabric, and you blink at him. "Kind of occupied." You mumble, looking at the people from the corner of your eye. He rolls his eyes and stuffs it back into his pocket. "Fine."

"Fine." You use your demon to form a little shield over the top half of your face, like your mask. You raise your bow again and wait. The silence stretches for a long while.

"Do you think I'm stupid? We're not going to let our guard down. Move." Chase instructs, voice firm. You raise your bow higher, pulling the string back. The masked person holds their hands up to try and shield themselves. "I-I'm serious! Seriously serious! We got a new boss a few months ago, and she told us to never hurt you! You, the blonde one!"

Chase narrows his eyes at the person, before a look of realization blooms across his face. "This was it." He whispers faintly to himself.

"Take me to her," He instructs immediately, walking forward. You let your demon and bow dissipate, making a shard in your hand instead. All of you follow him as he walks forward.

"I'm confused... I don't remember anything. Didn't Brook say the leader died?" Scarlet asks from the other side of Chase. "The last leader did die," Chase confirms, "It's like I thought, there's a new one." You purse your lips.

"...Are you hiding something from us?"

"Not me... Someone else..." He mumbles, wearing a conflicted look on his face. He starts walking, following the Red Spades' members. You grab Brook's shirt as you all follow. Something was going on and you weren't sure what.

Chase makes sure to stay a few paces behind the members, you and Brook a few paces behind him, and Scarlet in the middle. Brook's cloak was a nice material, you realize.

"So... You guys used to work here? Brook, Deer?" Scarlet asks.

"You don't remember?" Brook asks. "I kind of remember fighting with you? Once. And then another time, but Deer was there, too, and then it goes all fuzzy. But I don't remember... What we were fighting against...?" You grimace. "Uhm... We weren't really... fighting together." You admit, looking away awkwardly.

"Oh? I could have sworn there was fighting. Did we know each other that well?" "Not really," Brook says after a pause. "Ahhh," Scarlet says, glancing back. "Well, I'm glad we're friends."

You grin at her. Brook pulls his mask up higher to hide his face, which makes you smile wider.

"Why are we walking so far up?" You hear Chase ask ahead of you. "It's _____ ___ ____ office is," A member says, too quiet for you to get all the words. "Seems a little dangerous to put it all the way up here, what if she gets cornered?" Chase asks. "___ wanted __ here, and ____ ___ says goes..." The member answers, still faint. You drag Brook forward a little to hear better. The member brings their hands up to rub the back of their hooded head.

"The new leader is so stern and bossy... Man... The last boss let us fool around and have our fun, but this one doesn't even let us sneeze without permission!" "That sounds about right," Chase says with his eyes closed, a hint of fondness in his voice despite it all. You raise an eyebrow.

The member stops in front of something. "Man... If I get in trouble, I'm gonna be pissed..." And they knock. "Uhm... Hey, boss... You know that blonde guy you told us to not touch... He's right here, with his three friends." There's a moment of silence where you all wait for a reply.

"Let them in, and go." A voice rings out. You shuffle closer to Brook, because you know that voice. That voice has haunted you for years. Oh, boy.

The member turns around to address Chase. "Really, who are you?"

"A really lucky guy, apparently," Chase mutters under his breath, like he can't believe his luck.

The member lets you into the office, and all four of you step inside and look around. "The new Leader of The Red Spades, huh?" Chase asks, and you let out a squeak when you catch sight of the woman at the window on the other side of the room.

She's wearing the same coat and hairstyle, which you would know as well as you know the back of your hand. "I'm starting to understand where you were coming from, Chase," Veronica says without turning around.

"Brook," You whine, moving behind him to shield yourself.

"You wanted to change the police force from the inside." "...There was a time when I thought that was possible. But my thinking was flawed. The police force cannot be changed. Because it's working just as the people who pull the strings intended. It's not meant to bring justice, it's meant to maintain the status quo."

"I think, after everything, I realize that too. So, what would you say I do? I system that was designed to kill, and must continue to kill, every day, no matter what... was put into your hands? Chase?"

"The answer is obvious. I would try to minimize the harm the system inflicted. I understand. Don't worry."

"Good." Veronica turns around, and you inhale sharply. She has a sinners mark now, the same outfit she's usually in, and wears a sad smile as she looks down at her son. "I'm glad you understand, Chase."

{Can I just say. Meow. Hello, Veronica. I will gladly become a dog.}