Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Evil [JAMILTON]

i'm so sorry i've leaving everything with a part two, I'M SORRY I- YOU CAN KILL ME ):

(this reminds me of a twilight zone episode)
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I wake up to my alarm clock, which is set to ring whenever it's my turn to take a soul to the underworld. As the highest reaper in the buisness, I take the people who are millionaires to the underworld. It is not my place to decide if I bring them to hell or not, although sometimes I know which one they will be going to by the way treat me.

I get up, pulling on my clock and mask over my pajamas (just boxers). Then, I grab my favorite scythe from the closet and open the door.

The door is also rigged to open wherever it is I have to pick up the dead person.

This time, it opens into a large flower garden. It is day here and light rain falls from the sky, although it isn't that grey. I touch a flower with my finger by accident. It dies.

I see the figure of a dead body sitting on the steps, leaning against a flower pot. I can tell he died a peaceful death, as his eyes are closed and he looks asleep. Unfortunately, he is not just asleep. I will be taking his soul to the underworld, not his body. His body will be in his coffin.

I walk behind him and tap his shoulder. He doesn't die a second time, no, that would be stupid. Instead, a transparent version of him comes out from the body and stands up, looking surprised.

"I-I'm alive?!" He exclaims. I feel bad for a second. But just as soon as I begin to tell him something, all the information on him floats into my head like it has always been there.

"John Laurens. No, you are not alive, sorry," I mumble. I hate this part, "I'm here to take you to the choosing."

"Are you a grim reaper?" He wonders.

"Yeah, I guess. Alex the Grim ," I answer. Why is he not sad, this boy is so young, "You died in your sleep. Do you know why? Any medical diseases?"

"Not that I know of. It's fine, though."

I shake my head slightly, taking his hand gently and lifted his sleeves. Cuts, of course.

"Blood loss." I say, lightly rubbing my hand over the scars.

"Did you know that all along?" He asks shakily. I grab his hand, opening the door that led me here. It now leds into a bright tunnel.

"Yes. You should have told your family, John." I begin to walk and let go of his hand, trusting he'll follow. He does.

"They would hate me."

"They would help you."

"Sorry?"

"I'm sorry, too. It's too late anyway." I don't tell him my next thought, but he'll probably be going to heaven. The kid is so sweet and nice, I can't help but imagine that. I can also tell by the look in his eyes. I never would've guessed he died from blood loss if I hadn't gotten the information before.

"We're here." John breaks me out of my thoughts. I open the door in front of us and push him through, closing the door right after.

"I'm going back to sleep." I mumble to myself.

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My bedroom is small, but big enough to fulfill all my needs. Of course though, when I get there a specific angel is sitting on my bed. His feet are touching the floor, unlike mine when I sit on the bed. His hair is touching the bunk bed top. Unlike my hair.

"Thomas!" I greet happily, jumping up into his lap. And right away, I push away and tilt my face at him, "Why are here? Shouldn't you be busy bringing angels to heaven? Angels like youu." I boop his nose playfully.

"No. I'm here to speak to you about a specific... John Laurens."

"What about him?"

"Alex, can I bring him back to life?" Thomas gets all up in my face, littering me with kisses. I turn away, kinda amused he is trying to use my love for him as a bribe.

"No." I say firmly, playing with his curls.

"Please?" He pouts at me.

"No." I say again, pulling him back into my bed so we're laying together.

"Please?" Thomas kisses my forehead.

"You're so damn adorable, but no."

"Alex?"

"Yes?"

"Pleaseeeee?"

And that's my breaking point.

"Fine!"

Almost immediately, Thomas jumps out of my bed, hugging and kissing me so much I'm almost sick of dealing with Thomas the Angel, "I love you! Yes! Thank you!"

"You're welcome." I mumble quietly, but Thomas is already gone.

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THIS WAS SO BAD