A/N: Neeeeee guuuuuys! I would’ve updated the night I was supposed to (You know, that night I said “Update everything wheeeeeeeee!!!) but I was freaking ti-red, and when I’m ti-red, I can’t tell the difference between Blue’s Clues and Green Day.
And a quick heads up, I don’t know how much you guys like having the writer’s OC(s) in the story, but I might have one joining sometime in this story, and possibly in the other stories.
-Pinkie
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(Y/N)'s POV
My hand shot over my mouth, the giggles flowing freely into the cartoonish graveyard of the Death Room. I soon regained my composure, walking to Lord Death, “Nice to meet ya, my lord.” I spoke in a posh accent, curtsying as best I could in jeans.
“The pleasure is mine,” His cartoon voice mimicked my accent, bowing and laughing as I did. Standing tall again, Lord Death motioned toward the kids standing to his left, gaining their attention as he spoke, “(Y/N), this is my son, Death the Kid-“ I giggled a little, causing Death the Kid’s cheeks to turn a light pink, “-and his weapons, Liz and Patty.”
The shorter of the two giggled, a light blush spread across her cheeks, “HIIIIIII!!!!!!!!” She screamed, her hand waving so fast I feared she was beginning to have a seizure. Before I could reply, the girl had me in a bone crushing hug, knocking the wind out of me, “I’M PATTY!! I CAN TELL WE’RE GONNA BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVEEEEER!!” She giggled again, spinning me in circles. For a short girl, she sure was strong.
“PATTY!” The other girl lectured, “PUT HER DOWN RIGHT NOW!”
“Awwwww,” Patty pouted, ceasing her spinning and putting me down, “Ok…” She released me from her hold, turning toward the other girl.
“It was no sweat, Patty,” I slung an arm over her shoulders, my opposite finding a place on my hip, “In fact, I must agree on that notion.”
“(Y/N),” Kid spoke, my gaze shifting to his dull amber ones.
“Yes, Kid?”
“I need to show you around the DWMA. Do you have her schedule, father?” He spoke, looking towards Lord Death.
“Yes, yes!” he answered, sticking his unusually large hands into his pockets. ‘Wait… He has pockets?’ I quickly dismissed the thought as he pulled out a white paper with the school’s insignia on the back. He handed it to Kid, “Here ya go, Kiddo! Go show her around like you said!”
Kid sighed, handing me the paper. I took a look at the paper, reading my schedule carefully. ‘Why are my classrooms so far apart from each other?’ I sweat-dropped, folding the paper and shoving it in my pocket and looking up at the reaper, “Would it be ok if I start my classes tomorrow? I’d like to get a feel for the school first.”
“Of course! School starts at seven! See ya then!” He flashed me a peace sign, tilting his head to the side slightly. I swiftly turned on my heel, “See ya, Lord Death!” and walked down the guillotine hallway. I opened the door, stepping out and closing it behind me.
I pulled the paper out of my pocket, my eyes travelling all over the ink as I walked down the hall, “Now, where do I wanna go first?”
A/N: Yeah, I know. It’s short…. Writer’s block sucks.
-Pinkie
