Reaper

Friend.

Well, I obviously didn't destroy this thing. I had a talk with Jay, and they convinced me to keep it around for a while. Besides, we all know that destruction isn't necessarily permanent, so I'm stuck with it.

I listened through all of the recorded material, and it's not as bad as I thought. I didn't have it on me 24/7, of course. I just left it in the pocket of my cloak. I sprung for the deluxe model, pockets are not to be sneezed at.

Fucking girl jeans.

Anyway, that means it only picked up what I was wearing the cloak for, and some of it's bad quality anyway. Besides, if I just keep it in the cloak...

It's not like I can really be punished if I quit, right? I mean, the most we usually get threatened with--verbally, at least--is taking away some of our life that we've saved up. So, if I can keep this thing hidden for the next few... G--wow, it should be less than a week by now if I push it, and then...

Well, then it won't matter anymore.

I know this thing picked up what I was talking about earlier. My... My brother.

Well, he's... He's great. He really is. I met him when I was four, and I knew he was going to be my best friend. I mean, we were siblings, we fought all the time, but... He was my brother, you know? We were together, even when bad things happened we always had each other's backs. We...

I miss him...

But I'm going to help him. I'm going to save him. I have... I have almost enough life. I'm so close... Just three or four or five more days on call, and he'll be safe.

And I can...

Well. I was going to quit, but I don't want to leave Jay alone. We both work under Tom, and he's a dick. So I guess I'll be staying after all. After this push, though, I never have to go on call again if I don't want to.

I guess if I'm keeping this thing around I might as well just keep digging this hole deeper. You might be wondering just how I can be getting done after a year, when some other reapers have been around since Hitler. Well, some people actually enjoy this job, although they're fucking insane.

Well, I don't know if they enjoy it, per se, but they think of it as more than just necessary, unforgiving work.

It's hard, too. I mean, I lead people to the doors personally, but... even just swinging the scythe is hard. Not physically, not really, but... it's not easy to spend all your time around the dead and dying, you know? And seeing their faces...

Anyway, where was I?

Right... Why I'm the best damn reaper ever.

Don't you forget it.

Well, I'm desperate. I don't know how much time I have left. I've worked every day I could. It's not like we get sick, right? Still, most of us take breaks a lot. We don't really have anywhere to take vacations, of course, but... Sometimes we'll hang out in the living world, although we're not exactly able to interact with anyone not dead and we can't really relax there. We always have to keep an eye out for ghosts, and we're supposedly on the job then anyway, so anybody that dies in the area is our responsibility. I'd do it anyway, if I wasn't too busy.

Also, most people only do one job a day. I'll usually do as many as I can get myself assigned, which is a lot. And I'll tag along to battles and things like that submarine, although there's usually a lot more than two reapers on those big jobs. Tom's been cracking down on my overtime lately, though, but I think I can still get this done soon. I just hope they don't... you know... before I get to my baby brother...