Returned - Kenny x Reader

Reveal

You kept track of time based on how often you saw Kenny. At minimum, he died once a week, usually fighting crime as Mysterion on the weekends. You assumed about three months had passed on Earth since you died, since Kenny had gotten two haircuts since you met him.

"Jesus, your little sister cut your hair again?" you asked, laughing at his uneven bangs and choppy cut.

"Nah, I let a guy cut my hair in the school bathroom for a TikTok. It's, like, a thing," he explained as you walked hand in hand through the dimension of eternity, toward the gates of hell.

"A haircut in the bathroom? Call that a bowl cut," you joked. "Let that sink in. You tile'd of my jokes yet?"

"Shut up, dude," he replied with a laugh.

After reaping Kenny's soul over and over again, you'd formed what could only be described as an odd kinship. He was the only company you were able to keep since becoming a reaper. You enjoyed chatting with him, which sometimes became witty banter back and forth. You felt like you knew him pretty well, too, since you were the only soul that knew his identity as Mysterion, and he was able to take down the usual wall that he put up between others to keep his double life a secret.

Kenny's voice interrupted your reminiscing. "So when do I finally get to know who you are? Were... Are? Whatever, to know you."

He'd asked a couple times before to know your name or see your face, but you were hesitant. You worried that if he knew what happened to you, he'd see you differently, or be horrified at the scars on your face. Or if he didn't know you, it would mean that no one ever found your body or reported you missing, and your family never had closure. Either way seemed like a loss for you.

You had turned him down each time he asked before, with a vague explanation. "You know how I feel about that, Kenny."

"Come on, dude. You're the one person who really knows who I am, but I don't know who you are."

"You know me well enough." You'd shared your personality, opinions, and a few stories and experiences with him during your time together while reaping, and you were similar to him in a lot of aspects.

"But when I picture you in my head, I want to put a face to you."

"First off, why are you picturing me in your head? Sus," you joked. "Second, picture (your celeb lookalike), people always said I looked kinda like her."

"Oooh, so under that hood you're a (your hair color) girl? Interesting," he replied with a smirk. "Tell me more."

You shook your head and tried to release his hand in front of the gates of hell, but again, he tightened his grip on you, lacing your fingers through his.

"Kenneth," you scolded him. "You have to go."

"Please!" he begged. "Just show me what you look like! I'm dyin' here!"

"You die all the time, you'll be fine."

"Awww." He pouted dramatically and gave his best sad puppy eyes.

You were having none of it. "You're a drama queen. Go to hell, literally."

"I'm just gonna keep killing myself and showing back up to bother you until you tell me or show me."

"You'd better not," you warned as you forced your hand out of his grip. His eyebrows raised in a 'watch me' expression and you returned to Realm, rolling your eyes.

He'd better not do it.

A short while later, you were summoned to a place you'd never seen before. A dirty bedroom, the walls littered with holes in the drywall and posters of scantily clad women and cars. Two stacked mattresses sat in the corner of the room, covered haphazardly by a single blanket and a flat pillow. On the floor next to the blood-spattered nightstand was...