Returned - Kenny x Reader

Reaping

Death is not cold. Death is warm; comfortable. Death is the quiet static of an old TV, tingling on your skin when you stand too close to it.

You loved being dead.

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You left the house and your family in Middle Park for the last time, unbeknownst to you. You never imagined in your worst nightmare that on your walk to school, you would be pulled off the sidewalk into a van, photographed naked, beaten within an inch of your life, and then stabbed to death on camera for what you later understood was a snuff film. You were dumped on the side of the highway, your body left to rot in the freshly fallen snow.

If you thought about it for too long, you could still feel the sensation of your own blood gurgling from the knife wound in your neck. You hadn't ever thought about how dying would feel, but you expected it to be cold. Maybe if you bled out slower, it would've been, but laying in a pool of your own warm blood was comforting, and oddly full-circle. You were born screaming and bloody, and died the same way. All of the strength drained out of your body as quickly as your blood did, and you were gone into the black void of death.

In the darkness, a clammy hand draped in black robes reached out to you and took your hand.

This must be Death.

The hood of the figure was pulled down, and revealed the face of a stereotypical soccer mom. Blonde, middle aged, a little overweight, and... comforting.

"Hi, sweetie! Congratulations, you're one of the newest Reapers!"

She pulled you along, and out of the darkness materialized a building. A dimly lit high school.

Her words finally hit you, but you were still processing what was happening. "Uh, ma'am, am I dead?"

"Oh, sorry, honey, I thought you knew. Yes, you're dead, and you've been drafted to serve as the Reaper for this area. When a Reaper moves on to eternity, it triggers a draft from the next person to die in the area, which is how you wound up here instead of heaven or hell." She pulled you through the front doors of the school and the intercom was playing the most grating elevator music. "You'll get to move on once you reap 100,000 souls. They'll explain everything inside."

You were led to a classroom with a red door.

"Here's your training class. You'll stay here until you graduate, and then you'll start reaping. Good luck!"

You watched as her form dissipated into smoke. You sucked in a breath and turned the handle of the red door.

"Well, hey there, kid. Have a seat." A middle aged man in thick glasses stood at the front of the classroom. Two other people sat at desks - an old woman and a younger guy who looked like a junkie. You took the seat between them hesitantly. Everyone but the man in the front seemed on edge and suspicious.

"Alright, we can go ahead and start, then." The man at the front started to write on the chalkboard. "Welcome to Reaping 101. I'm your instructor, you can call me Dante. First order of business, yes, you are all dead, and yes, you are all stuck here until you reap 100,000 souls. Then, you can either stay here as a Reaper or move on to face your eternity in heaven or hell. Save all other questions for the end of the class."

You looked down and noticed that you were still wearing the same outfit that you were abducted in. At least it wasn't something worse, like your pajamas, or totally naked like how you died.