Stitches | Twisted Wonderland (Discontinued)

Ⅱ | 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬

The wind whipped around gently as the crescent moon above looked down with its wide grin. A figure stood on top of a rooftop surveying the roads below searching, hunting, for their target. They closed their eyes and strained their ears. One hand was on the large screw in their head, ticking with every slight turn to increase their focus. Then they heard a scream and their eyes snapped open; pupils dilated. A sadistic smirk formed on their face as they took off. 

Somewhere in the late-night plaza, two women were backed into a corner as an irregular figure loomed over them. The blond of them silently cursed at herself for not carrying her gun that night. The figure smiled down at them with its sharp yellow teeth. "Well well well. Looks like the hunt is over." Their right hand raised. The grey skin glowed and shifted into the shape of a scythe. "It's time to die! HAHAHAHA." The brunette hugged the blond girl closer to her and chose her eyes in anticipation as she waited for death. 

But it never came.

There still was the sticking sound of flesh tearing but there was no pain. Slowly the blond girl opened her eyes to see their attacker split in half before they burst into a puff of smoke. Behind revealed a tall person holding their weapon over their shoulders. They tched and adjusted the screw sticking out their head. "Oi." They spoke getting closer to the two girls. Both, rightfully, backed farther into the wall. Seeing their discomfort, the new person stopped walking and unsummoned their weapon. "Are you two physically alright?" The two girls nodded to their question. They handed the blond girl a simple dagger, to which the girl raised an eyebrow. "To protect yourself, just in case." Then wordlessly, the two girls left.

Y/n walked down the plaza with a small skip in her step as she hummed a familiar tune. They pulled out a small pocket mirror. Fogged up the surface and draw imaginary numbers with their finger on the surface. "42...42...564. Whenever you need him, knock on death's door." The mirror made a small ringing sound and soon the face of Lord Death appeared. 
"Good noon, Y/n!" Lord Death's peppy voice said to the girl. She smiled and greeted the head reaper back. 
"I've completed my mission Lord Death and it seems the kishin souls are becoming stronger. The past few have been harder to defeat. It stronger ones seemed to be traveling toward Death City." The h/c haired girl reports. Lord Death stays quiet for a bit and she could see the top of the round holes become slanted semi-circles. The old reaper hummed and then sighed.
"Ok then. Thank you for your work and please be alert for any suspicious people. You and I both know Stein would go for my head if you got hurt." They both sweat dropped at the thought.

If you look closely, you could see both go chibi as an enraged Stein held up a large scythe with a look that screamed danger appeared in their thoughts. They both shuttered at the thought and silently agreed to not talk about it anymore.

"Well, it's very very late so you should find somewhere to rest." Death spoke. Y/n nodded and signed off after giving the old reaper a good night. The mirror went back to normal and y/n pocketed the item. Y/n then took out their phone and called their father to tell him that it'll be another day to two until they'll be back home. 

Stein said, and I quote, "If someone attacks make sure to hit them four times as hard. If they're a guy, right in the nuts. Then tell me so I can dissect the scum. Understand?"

The female continued on her way, looking for some type of hotel to stay at for the night. She passed by a certain shop that made her stop. But why? During this whole walk, she had walked by dozens of different shops but this one. This one was different.
She stared and her reflection stared back behind a transparent glass. 

The rims were black with golden? bronze? accents to it and its surface was much...greener than a normal mirror.
The longer she stared the more she felt...uneasy. She had to move on. As she got farther ways she began to feel sick. She felt the world around her start spinning. So much so that she had stumbled into a nearby wall. She slouched down as her breathing got heavier and her ears started ringing. "What the fuck is happening." She muttered between pants. 

With her sense overloading, she couldn't see the glowing from behind her. 

She couldn't hear the sounds of galloping that were getting louder as it got closer. 

She couldn't see the black carriage getting closer to her hunched form.

She didn't hear the voices.

She didn't see the carriage doors open and a coffin laying there open. 

She did, however, feel herself turn to the left and see the blurry sight of the beautiful black horses.

The smiling moon bleed as a liquid as black as ink fell from its mouth.

She did, however, feel her eyes roll back and her world turn black.