Meeting the Grim Reaper
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I created this character on an app called Custom Cast. I really like Black Butler, and I wanted to create my own Grim Reaper character.
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(No one's POV)
Grim Reapers may not like demons, but they work with them, along with angels, to get souls to their appropriate places. Grim Reapers go reap souls and bring them back, then they look over the soul's life record. (After that, the soul is given to an angel or demon, but since you found your way here, you are an unknown soul.)
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(Y/N POV)
(You get rudely woken up by a female voice.)
Hey, wake up. I don't have all day to watch you sleep. We need to get your paperwork done so I can go home.
(You look around to find yourself in a white room sitting in front of a desk. The woman in front of you is writing away on a piece of paper.)
"Where am I?"
????: Your dead. I assume I haven't looked at your life record.
"W-what? I'm not dead."
????: Well, if you weren't dead, you wouldn't be with me right now; that's what being a Grim Reaper's job is about. Dealing with dead people every day and then sending them to either heaven or hell, let's now look at your record of life.
(The woman gets up from her desk and heads over to a filing cabinet and opens it up. (You are still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you have died.)
????: Hmmmm, that's weird.
"What is it?"
????: This is different. I can't find your record of life in here.
"What does that mean for me?"
(The woman walks back over and sits back down at her desk.)
????: That means some idiot stole your soul and brought it back here to the organization. I swear I work with the stupidest people; sometimes I just don't understand.
"Does that mean you can send me back?"
????: Oh no, we can't do that; living people can't know about us or what we do.
"You can't keep me here. I'm not supposed to be here. You are the ones that messed up."
????: Hey first, I didn't mess up. I never mess up a job ever. Let's get that clear. Second of all, why would we trust you not to tell us if things go well and I send a report to tell the higher ups what the issue is? Maybe we can send you back to the real world with no memory of this incident.
"How long would I be waiting here?"
????: Um, if things go well and the higher-ups get my report, it could take a month.
"A month? What the fuck kind of wait is that?" "Of course we are sorry for killing you by accident, but we could get you back in a freaking month."
You done? Look, that's all I can do if you're not happy with it. I can move you along to either heaven or hell, but you would be here longer, so take what you can get. While we wait, I will try to see who brought your soul here and punish them severely.
"Fine I'll take what I can get if it means I can get home sooner. Where will I stay while I wait for the report to go through?
????: Um, well, since this doesn't happen, I guess you will stay with me so that I can keep an eye on you.
"Um, okay if that's what we have to do, but what is your name?"
Buffy: My name is Buffy Naenia, and even with the accident, it's nice to meet you.
"I wish I could say the same to you."
Buffy: We will leave for my place after I get done with my paperwork.
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(No one's POV)
(As angry as you are, there isn't anything you can do to speed up the process, so you sit there in Buffy's office, watching her get done with paperwork; it's so boring to you that you end up falling asleep in your chair again.)
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This was a lot of fun to write about Buffy. I plan on writing more about her, but I will work on Viper's chapter next.
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