Egotober 2024 Fanfics

Day 20: Grim Reaper

TW: Death, Angst, Emotional

Egos: Antisepticeye, Robbie the Zombie, Chase Brody

Robbie squealed happily as he ran after Anti.

'I WANNA GO TOOOO!' he squealed as he picked up speed; his uncle was opening the front door to leave. However, as he got closer, he felt a hand grab his arm.

'Robbie no! You can't go with him' Chase said softly, as he watched Robbie wiggle to get himself free. The child then stopped and stomped his foot, pouting.

'I wanna goooo. Just once.' Robbie whined, looking up at Chase with his lower lip quivering. Chase frowned, then sighed, looking tired.

'Robbie...we've talked about this before: Anti does his hunting at night remember? And none of us want you to see that'

At this, Robbie tilted his head, confused, 'But...I a zombee...' he mumbled before looking down and sniffling. Chase looked at him sympathetically before crouching down, so he was eye level with the child.

'I know but...it's different with Anti' he explained softly, 'why don't we have some ice cream ey?' he continued with before gently taking the child's hand and leading him to the kitchen.

However, hunting is what Anti had told his brothers he was doing during the night, but that wasn't technically the truth.

The moment he closed the front door, he waved a clawed hand, and a black torn cloak escaped out of the flesh and around him, before he pulled the hood up over his head. As the hood came to rest on his dark green hair, the skin around the lower half of his face vanished, revealing the bones of his jaw and sharp teeth underneath. He then raised the hand that had hidden the cloak and watched the fingers become a fleshy mitten-shaped clump, before melting into the shape of a scythe. He then pulled his hood down with one hand as he journeyed out into the night and headed towards the hospital.

As he got nearer, a feeling of guilt washed over him. It always did; this was the busiest place in the city for the work that his kind did. Once there, he didn't hesitate to walk round to the back of the building, the claws of his feet tapping against the brick pavement; he knew who was meeting him tonight.

He eventually got to a window and looked in then sighed: an elderly woman was laying in a bed, awake but looking very tired and...defeated. It was like she was waiting for him. His expression went from focused to sympathy as he walked through the window and wall and into her room.

As she turned her head slowly to look at him, he could tell that his guess was correct. She then smiled weakly.

'I expected you to look a little more friendly' she said in a soft but fragile voice. Anti just chuckled softly and sat down in the chair next to her.

'Are you ready to go or shall I wa-' he went through his usual introduction, but froze as the woman gently placed her hand on his then patted it softly.

'I think you already know the answer sweetheart' she responded with then squeezed his hand as tears started to form in his pitch-black eyes. Usually, people reacted with anger or hate when they saw him, and he doesn't blame them; a lot of people aren't ready to leave the mortal plain. But this occurrence was different. Yes, it happened but it was rare, and so he hadn't expected it. He then looked up at her as she slowly, and painfully, sat up extended her arms out.

'It's ok. It seems like it's not an easy job to do' she said as he sank into her hug. She then gently rubbed his back as he sniffled, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold his tears in.

She was right: becoming the Grim Reaper and carrying out the job of collecting the dead was not easy at all, but someone had to do it. He just wished he had been granted Unus' job of collecting the animals instead.