(Name) takes a deep breathe, even if she doesn't breath anymore. It relaxes her whenever she's done with her job. She always gets goosebumps when she sees the memory of a person: their whole life plays before them.
"Mommy, who is she?" A little girl point at her.
The mother looks at what she's pointing at then immediately covers the little girl's mouth, in fear of the people labeling her as a witch. "Oh nothing, my dear. It's just a little bird."
(Name) flies away from the town. It's a cold day, there's bound to be someone who needs help crossing over.
If she doesn't help them, they either turn into someone like her: a spirit. They'd either turn into malicious or a being who would forever roam the Earth, unfeeling and just there like a shadow. Though it's rare, she doesn't want to risk it.
Suddenly, she feels it. She quickly flies to where her intuition takes her: A river and a little girl crying by it.
She floats down to the river to see the boy, he's already losing consciousness. She immediately starts humming her song, she doesn't want him to feel anymore pain than he's already feeling.
She watches his memory as she strokes his hair on the cold waters. Fortunately for her, she can't feel the cold. The memory ends. She hates that she's forced to remember the names and memory of the people she's guided.
"Jackson Overland Frost, you died too young... I hope you have a better luck in your next journey."
The boy briefly looks at her. From her many journeys, she found out that the way you see death is different from another. A person my see her as a black-hooded skeleton with a scythe while another would see her as the dead person they love the most.
She wonders what he sees her as...
When the ritual is over, she floats back out. The girl's mother have joined her now but they can't do anything, the water is too cold and they'd only drown if they dive for him.
On her flight back to the town, (Name) encountered the Boogeyman or as he calls himself: King of Nightmares. "Have you come here to accept your death, Pitchiner?"
Pitch glares at her. "Never call me that!"
"Out causing nightmares again?"
"At least I'm not bringing death as you are! Why don't you join me? After all, we are similar. We both live in shadows and are feared by many."
"If you truly believe that, then you're much more ignorant than I thought you are."
If there's one thing (Name) hates, it's ignorance and Pitch seems to be showing that as of now. First of all, she doesn't bring death, she is death and she doesn't kill, she guides. She wants to inform him but she just stares at him.
"I have no business on someone as ignorant as you."
The man growls at him. He just experienced defeat from the new group who calls themselves Guardians or something like that. He can't take death herself at this moment so he has to bit his tongue and do as she says.
"This is not the last you'll see of me!"
(Name) rolls her eyes as the nightmare flies away.
She then sees one of Toothiana's little helpers flying by. If she were the sole guider of souls, she would need millions of those, luckily there are others like her. She might not see them but she can feel them.
She's the only former human collector though. The others are either animals or insects or others and she also has to be present to create them. They're incharge if she wasn't there to guide souls.
A few days of petting dogs and cats, guiding souls, at talking to kids, someone suddenly bumps into her.
"Ow..." Says the person. "Wait..."
(Name) stares at him as he pokes her. She thinks he looks and feels familiar.
"You can see me?" The young man's widen. He can't believe his lucky! Finally, someone can give him answers!
Death looks up to the moon. Even if the man in the moon's intention seems good, she didn't want another spirit rampaging around.
"Jack Overload Frost, it seems that the man in moon doesn't want you to rest." (Name) turns around and floats away.
Jack quickly follows as she's the only person he's spoken to in days! You can't imagine the joy he's feeling right now. "P-please, wait!"
(Name) enters the house by the open window. An old man lies there, his family surrounds him, weeping.
"You know my na–" The silver haired boy gets cut off by the girl raising her hand at him. He keeps quiet and watches her instead, he's confused at what's going on...
"Karl Rainer... are you ready to go?"
The old man looks up at her. "I see her... my mother... I'm ready."
"Mother?" Jack asks.
"Dad, please no! Stay away from the light." His son yells at him as his wife tries to calm him down.
(Name), for the millionth time, sings her death song again. This time, Jack watches the memory with her and the dying person.
"What is this..."
When it was done, she touches his forehead and he finally rests. Casually, she floats out of the house with Jack as the family weep once more.
"What just happened?"
"Frankly, even I don't know."
"Where did he go?"
"No idea." (Name) answers as she takes a seat on the roof and a cat immediately jumps on her lap. "Hello Mr Reaper. You're a very handsome one, aren't you?"
Jack takes a seat next to her. He jumps back in surprise when the roof froze upon making contact with him. The cat even hissed at him. He still isn't getting used to this. He reclaims his seat again and prepares to ask her his questions.
"So you said my name was Jack something?"
"Jackson Overland Frost." The girl corrects as she tries to calm down the cat.
"That sounds mouthful."
"Let's go with Jack Frost then." She has to humour him for now or he'll go around wrecking havoc.
"I'm fine with that." Jack says, registering his name on his brain. He looks down at the people. "Why can't they see me?"
"Same with me not being seen, we're both spirits. In your case, you have to be believed in to be seen."
"Spirits?"
"Yes and there are a lot of us out there, just be careful not to turn into those malicious ones."
"Why?"
"Because I would have to take care of you once you start being like them."
And that is the start of a beautiful friendship and also (Name) hammering in his subconscious and conscious mind how every life is important. That would save her the trouble in the future.
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A Spirit To Guide You (Jack Frost X Spirit Reader)
Fanfiction(Name) is the spirit of death; she who collects the souls and send them to their next life. She or the ones like her are the last spirit you would see when your time in this life has ended.
