The end is nigh, making Death a very busy man. And that's too bad because he's kind of stupid. Luckily, he's got Cheron, a deadpan heroine who just so happens to be immortal. Watch as they reap souls, fall in love, and destroy the universe. Then wat...
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A twenty-something year old man follows the current of a narrow river. The river drops at a cliff, the bottom of which disappears into blackness. The man is 5'6, but has a horrible slouch that makes him look four inches shorter. His badly-dyed and very matted hair matches his short-sleeved yellow shirt, but pairs atrociously with his light-washed jeans. He is holding a loose-leaf suicide note. This is Juno. Juno walks to the edge of the cliff and stares down with sunken eyes.
Behind him, a taller man with tired but bright kumquat eyes appears. The taller man wears all semi-formal black, including a black ponytail, save for a red tie and a skull-shaped brooch that matches the color of his eyes. This is Oto. Juno hears Oto, but doesn't turn to acknowledge him.
"Nice weather we're having. Now I know that sounds like a really stupid cliché way to start a conversation, but really! Feels like it's been raining for centuries." Oto smiles at the back of Juno, who considers Oto's words, but says nothing. "I know someone. She really loves rain. I can't wrap my head around it. You can't stroll or dance in the— well, you can, but you get all wet. I'm Oto, by the way. I always forget to introduce myself. How rude, am I right? Do you want any orange juice? I only have pulp. I'd say sorry for only carrying pulp, but pulp is amazing. And you might as well have some while you wait, since I forgot my—"
"I'm jumping." Juno grips the note tighter. "I am going to jump off of this cliff and end my life and there is nothing you can do about it."
Seconds pass.
Oto blinks. "Oh... well, you're right."
Juno turns around. "That's all you have to say?"
"Well, it's just not my job..."
"To comfort me? It's not your job to be decent?"
"I just, I don't do that. I'm only here to collect you and I can't right now, sorry."
Juno's eyes widen. "Collect me?"
"You have made up your mind, right?"
"I..."
A black Hearse pulls up behind Oto. Juno opens his mouth as if to ask where it came from and why he hadn't noticed it before, but he quickly resigns. He has several questions, none of which he wants answers to more than he wants to jump off of the cliff.
On the Hearse's driver's side is a sprawling cursive engraving that reads "WEST." The driver's door swings open, and a short, curvy woman steps out. She wears an outfit that femininely matches Oto's, and her red hair is kept in a spiky ponytail and chauffeur hat. This is Cheron. With two hands, she grips a simple black Scythe that is taller than her. Cheron's eyes look like dull half-circles, and when she speaks, only her mouth moves.
"Oto, you forgot the— Oh. He's not done yet?"
The words ring in Juno's ears like tinnitus. "Not done yet?"
