Reaper

Does that red light mean it's recording?

Jay's great. Really. I... I needed that. If I hadn't gone back when I did, I... I don't know if I would have come back. They walked me back to my place and made me promise to take today off. They said they'd take me out and find something we can do in this depressing-ass place later. They're great at finding ways to make it bearable here.

They give good hugs, too.

Ah, shit, I just realized I left this thing on while we were talking. Uh... I don't know how to delete recordings... How long has this thing been on!?

Mother fucker! I mean, I'm not going to give this to anyone, but... Shit! Hey, if you're hearing this, don't share, okay? Oh, go--I fucked up. Bad. I might be dead already, but they'll find some way to kill me again. Ugh, the things I've said... Maybe I should just throw this thing into the sun.

Then again, it's been to the underworld and back, not to mention ten thousand feet deep in the ocean. How the hell is it not--oh, right.

We only get dead things here. Surprise, surprise, but living things don't do too well in the underworld. That's the deal with the paintings and books--art never really dies, I guess? This thing was hanging out in a trash heap when I got to it, so it works fine for us dead folks.

A little too fine. If someone finds this... You get three warnings, you know? Well, I let a soul turn into a ghost--that was my first warning, and it was a memorable one.

My second warning was for abusing the scythe, and no, I'm not telling you about that one--you've heard enough already, random snooping asshole.

I've had an eventful year, I guess... They don't tell you what comes after your third warning, but it sure as hell won't be good.

I don't even know why I'm explaining any more... How did I forget about this thing so completely?

Fuck!

You're staying right here in a box until I figure out what to do with you.

I'm going to go and look for some way to destroy this thing. If you're hearing this... stop?

"--you can't even reap a soul right--"

Fuck you too, Thomas!

Fuck...

"Mel?"

Shit--Jay found me--

"Mel, are you in here?"

"I've been looking all over for you. I know you're in here somewhere. I can just wait here by the door. You have to talk to me sometime."

"... I'm worried about you, Mel. You've been off the last few days. That last job was just the most obvious example. Talk to me, Melody."

"There you are... Hey, look at me."

"Tom doesn't know jack shit. We both know that."

"C'mere, Mel. It's going to be okay."

Like hell.

"The first thing you say to me and it's a curse. You've been worse."

Yeah.

"You've only got a few more jobs left, right? I could go out with you and help."

Thanks, but... I need to finish this. I could have just not taken the job. Besides...

"Mel, you're not still planning to stay for me, are you?"

...

"Mel, I've only got a few years--"