Scenarios

My Time

I let out a laugh at Nexus' antics. We're playing one of our games together and he's being his usual self, messing about. "Come on, Nexus, we've got places to be," I say. "Yeah, yeah. Head on without me, Tiny, I wanna finish off this bronto," He replies. I chuckle and shake my head. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement offscreen. I glance over and my heart jumps. Standing in my doorway is a tall figure, wearing a dark black cloak, and holding a glittering scythe like a staff. I meet the eyes of Death and my mouth forms a line. In an instant, my throat dries and my heart rate quickens. He takes a step closer and I nod, a sigh escaping me. "Uh, Nexus," I say, interrupting him. He stops to listen. "I've gotta... go." I say. He makes a disappointed noise. "Oh. Alright, well, see you tomorrow, then." He says. I frown, saddened. I look up at Death again, and he nods. "Actually. I, uh, don't think you'll be seeing me again. Ever." His character in game stops and looks at mine. "What do you mean? Are you ok?" I nearly cry at his concern. Death is standing right next to my desk now, and I sigh. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just... tell our friends I love 'em, yeah? If my family contacts you, tell them I love them too," I smile a sad smile, thinking of all the role play interactions I'm still a part of. "Take care of my characters for me, would you?" He's a bundle of questions now. Death, next to me, is holding out his hand expectantly. I sigh, and nod. I interrupt Nexus again to say, "See you again one day, John. You were one of my closest friends." Before he can say anything else, I disconnect from the call. I close everything on my computer, except for my Discord. I want my family to have access to that if they need to contact my friends and tell them the news. I shed my headset and stand up. He's taller than me. His hand is made of bone. His head, covered by a hood, is not a whole head at all, but a skull. I chuckle that the cliche depiction of Death is exactly how he looks like. I look him in the eyes, face serious, and rest my hand in his. I feel the change right away. I'm not in my body anymore. It wasn't painful, or uncomfortable at all. One moment, I'm alive in my room, the next I'm not. "Thank you," I say, bowing my head slightly. "For letting me say goodbye." He nods, a mix of affirmation and approval. And, with that, we're off.