Big Book Of Cheaters [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Cheater Death x Male Reader

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Til Death Do Us Part

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(Y/N)'s POV

I was sitting at the bar for some time. The lights and the music were both very low, casting a sort of malaise over the entire half-empty room. A group of men in the corner were watching a baseball game on the television on the wall. A few small groups of people murmured among themselves at the tables. I was staring into several glasses of bourbon for the past two hours, the room around me slowly faded into a dull blur of colors and sounds. The girl tending bar just replaced my glass when it ran dry and the cycle continued. 

(Y/N): *Sigh* I still miss her sometimes.

It was around midnight when a stranger approached me. I turned to see a middle aged man sitting in the stool to my left. The man seemed to be the only thing in the room not covered in the haze of inebriation. He didn't wave to the bartender, nor did the bartender seem to see him. 

(Y/N): Hello?

He merely turned and looked directly into my eyes. The stranger was nondescript for the most part, except for the eyes. They were bright gold, shining in the dim light. I have never seen anything quite like them. When the man talked, his voice was low and smooth, like a storm in the distance.

Man: Hello, darling.

(Y/N): Oh, it's you. What do you want?

Death: Aww~ Can't i see my boyfriend?

(Y/N): You cheated on me 3 moths ago, remember?

Death: Don't be like that~ Can't we get together again?

(Y/N): No. You broke my heart back then. I won't let that happen again.

She saddened a bit. I took a sip.

(Y/N): Can i buy you a round?

She laughed. It was a fake laugh, although a very good one. It sounded like someone that has already heard every joke in the world a thousand times, but is still trying to be polite.

Death: You know i don't drink, darling. I'm just here to tell you that you'll be throwing in the towel somewhat earlier that you would expect.

(Y/N): Uh-huh, and why do I get the head's up?

I grabbed several nuts out of a bowl in front of me. They had been the only things i have eaten in half a day. Death leaned up onto the bar, folding her hands under my chin. She sighed deeply, as if she didn't want to hear that question.

Death: Because, darling, i've begun doing contract work.

(Y/N): Successful girl like you? Didn't think you'd need the extra cash. 

I looked over at Death, only to find the seat empty. Someone to my right coughed lightly. I turned to find an old woman looking at me with the same pair of gold eyes.

Death: I merely take a small something from the people that require my services, although I can't say it's all for that. What do I need with a memory or a sliver of a man's soul? After sticking to the script for millions of years, it's mainly about the thrill. And I enjoy the conversation.

She smiled, showing a mouthful of yellowed dentures.

(Y/N): You still didn't really answer the question.

Death stopped smiling quite so broadly.

Death: Very perceptive for someone on their sixth drink, which makes this all the more fun.