Undertaker's Child

A Library?

"Really? When you said something cool..." He looked at me with a curious face. "Well this isn't just any ordinary library. This is the reaper library. Which means all of these books contains the life of a human." He explains. "So... all of these books are... a humans life story." He nods his head. "But I don't understand. So you're a reaper? What does that mean like you take souls like the Grimm reaper? But usually he is seen as a skeleton with a scythe." I sit down on a white bench. I'm so curious about this. "We do take souls with our death scythes, but as you can see. I have flesh (kind of). That part is just an old tale." A question struck me I just needed to ask. "What do you do with the souls do you like... eat them?" I say a bit worried. He laughed. "No. That would be (sorta) what a demon does." My face changed to a frown. "So like that Sebastian guy. He's dangerous. (That much I can tell.) Thats why you were keeping me away from him." He nods again. "One more question. Does that make me a reaper?" He slowly sat beside me. "Of sorts... yes." "Then why didn't you tell me?" Suddenly I hear a surprisingly familiar voice. "Oh hello darling~" I see the red headed reaper himself. "Ohhhohhh are you showing them around?! Can I help!" Wait he knows? As if on cue I see a blond with a... lawn mower?? "Boss wanted me to give you this. Sorry." He hands him a large binder. "Ugh. Fine. Bye sweeties I must be on my way. I'll see you soon~." I look to my dad. "Are all reapers this weird?" He laughed "yes."

*Time skip because I'm as lazy as sans.*

We got back home after looking through the library for a bit. I was very interested in this stuff. I sat down on the lid of an empty coffin nearby, at least I hope it was empty. "We'll have dinner soon so I'd like to ask you... about these boys who chased you." I knew I would need to explain it eventually. "They are my everyday bullies... just this time they took it a bit far and chased me yelling and stuff... it's no big d-" "Of course it's a big deal!" He looked mad but not at me... more like he was mad at himself. "What happened then?" He asked. "Well... I went to the roof and managed to just barely jump to the next, then the next. Until they couldn't chase me anymore then I came down and walked home. Then went in through my window. " He looked a bit astonished. "Is that all?" I nodded. We walked to the dinning room and I waited until he brought out dinner. "You aren't going back to that school (f/n)" I could have argued, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was, "Thank you."

Sometimes I feel like if I had just stayed at that damn school this wouldn't have happened.