[One Piece × X-Men]
Tension between humans and mutants only grows by the day....
From both sides there are those who cause trouble, souring relationships. War seems highly possible. But as all this is happening a Joyful Boy makes his presence known...
In a dark void devoided of any sense of life, Craig found himself laying on the lap of a very deadly woman. Her long raven hair as black as the shadows, her face painted like she was a part of the day of the dead
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Death: Hello again. I think now is a much more convenient time for us to chat.
Craig:!??
Sitting up as if he was laying on a vicious monster, Craig hopped to the other end of this ethereal couch they were on. Looking around, Craig could barely make out any details of his surroundings. Like a dream detail were vague and foggy.
Looking back at Lady Death, the fibers of his being screamed at the presence of her.
Death:(smiles) Let's get introductions out of the way.
Death: I am Death. The Grim Reaper or whatever name you like.
Death: And no. I'm not some embodiment, some puny god of death, or anything adjacent.
Death: Death. The end. The genuine article.
Craig: O-oh... So did I finally... D-die?
Death; Pft!
She holds a hand in front of her mouth as she laughs.
Death: Horohorohorohoro~!
Death: As if.
Death: No, you see, this is about how you're constantly going in and out of my home without even saying hello.
Death: Now I know you can't help it... But I would ask of you a teensy little favor.
Craig: I-I don't know... I'm really busy... I'm a superhero you know-
Death: You shall do as I ask or suffer a eternity in limbo!
Craig:!!!?
Death: Horohorohoro! I'm kidding.
Craig: You're jokes suck. I almost had a heart attack!
Death; Listen, if you do this favor for me, I can offer you something quite interesting.
Craig: Hm?
Death: Perhaps... An ability to help your heroic endeavors...?
Craig:?!
Craig: W-well... Let's say I agree... What exactly would you have me do?
Death: Oh, it's quite simple. You'd be my messenger and tell someone my little message.
Craig: Oh... I can do that...! Yeah, sure. Wh-what do you want me to say?
Death: You may paraphrase it however you like, but the core of the message is that... In terms you'd understand...
