The Soul Reaper

Hotel Help

Author Note.

Probably just gonna stick to third person from here on out.

A knock on the door rang out. 

Y/N: Come in.

Vaggie opened the door slightly and gently kicked it open the rest of the way with her heel. She walked in backwards carrying a basket, which she set down next to his dresser. 

Vaggie: These are clean now. 

Y/N: I still find it strange you know how to get blood out of clothes. 

Vaggie: *Raises an eyebrow* This is Hell. You think I haven't had to kill?

Y/N: Fair enough. *Picks up a piece of clothing, seeing no blood* 

Y/N: But when there isn't even a trace, you wonder. 

Vaggie: Do you know how many times I've had to protect the Princess of Hell?

Y/N: *Visible confusion* How many?

Vaggie: Not many, actually. Charlie only recently started going out with me.

Vaggie: I've only had to clean blood a handful of times. 

Y/N: Charlie is the Princess of Hell?

Vaggie: *Pinches the bridge of her nose* You must really be new to Hell. 

Y/N: About a week, I think?

Y/N begins to put away the blood free clothes. Vaggie looks around at the new decorations scattered around the room. 

Vaggie: The decorations are, interesting?

Y/N: Not your style?

Vaggie: Not in the slightest. 

The ceiling was decorated in lights. The cheap white Christmas kind. A lava lamp of white color sat atop the dresser. A new lamp sat on the desk, as well as some writing materials.

Y/N: It's not much, but it means something to me. 

Vaggie: What might that be?

Y/N: This is as close to what my girlfriend and I's bedroom looked like. 

Vaggie: Oh... 

Vaggie: ...

Y/N: Thanks again for cleaning the clothes. 

Vaggie: Yeah. I'm going to bed.

Vaggie leaves. Y/N finishes putting away the clothes, and walks over to his bed. He raises the blinds of the window to see that it had gotten dark out. Granted, it was as dark as could be when surrounded by a city and red glowing sky. He settles in the new bed for the night.

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He was running. Down an alleyway of the living world. Except, the desperate gasps for air as he ran were far too feminine. This dream, no, nightmare, had him as a woman. She was running from someone holding a glowing orange piece of metal. This was no nightmare. This felt far too real. The woman tripped and fell to the ground. She scrambled onto her back and tried to get up, but was too late as the figure thrust the glowing hot metal into the woman's side. Her blood curdling screams echoing throughout the alleyway.

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Y/N woke up in a sweat. He sat up quickly and tugged at the side of his shirt. No marks or wounds were on his side, but the pain was still there. He got out of bed, and walked over to his dresser for todays outfit. He thought more of this nightmare as he did so.

There's no way that woman lived those wounds. is it even possible to dream of dying as someone else?  Maybe that woman is down here... Or maybe, I she is one of the souls I harbored yesterday.

He finished dressing and left his room for the lobby, the pain of the nightmare dying as he walked. He walks down the stairs to see Charlie sweeping the floors and Vaggie dusting.

Y/N: Good morning ladies. 

Charlie: *Looking up with a smile* Good morning Y/N! How'd you sleep?

Y/N: Well. Thank you for asking.

Vaggie: Charlie, hon, do you think Y/N would want to help?

Y/N: Cleaning?

Charlie: Would you want to? You don't have to if you don't want to!

Y/N: Sure, why not. 

He grabs another broom and joins Charlie in sweeping. After only minutes, they've  finished cleaning the lobby. Each of them move onto different rooms. Y/N ends up in the office, dusting shelves full of books. When he gets to the main desk, he starts to tidy stacks of papers and drawings. He read of few, and recognized the drawings as Charlie's lesson plans. 

Charlie's plans for redemption were ambitious. Y/N wanted to read more. He flicked through drawing after drawing. 

Vaggie: Crazy, right?

Y/N looks up from the desk, seeing Vaggie in the doorway dragging the vacuum close behind her. 

Y/N: You of all people don't beleive you can be redeemed?

Vaggie: I know I can't be redeemed. But Charlie is going to try her hardest.

Y/N: Charlie has a lot on her hands. Didn't she say she's dedicated her life to this?

Vaggie: Yeah, but the people down here... I don't think they can be redeemed. 

Y/N: Have you ever been to cannibal town?

Vaggie: No I have not and I don't think I want to.

Y/N: The place is really nice actually. 

Vaggie: Where are you going with this?

Y/N: I think these people can be redeemed. They have a society over there. 

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After a couple of hours of cleaning, the amin few floors were looking good as new. All three of them stood in the lobby looking proud of their effort. 

Y/N: Say Charlie?

Charlie: Yeah?

Y/N: Why didn't we clean any of the upper floors?

Charlie: Oh! Those are exclusively hotel rooms. That's all there is up there. 

Charlie: Since we don't have any guests beyond you... we don't need them. 

Y/N: Makes sense. 

Vaggie: Well, should we eat some lunch?

Charlie: Oh, what's the time? *Pulls up her sleeve to get the time* Yeah we should eat!

Y/N: I would join you, but I think I want to explore the city some more. I'll eat there. 

Charlie: Okay! Stay safe!

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