"He'll never have to know the feeling of placing your hands over a living, breathing creature, and watching as their breathing just... Stops. To feel the rise and fall of its chest cease. To watch as the life drains from things that deserve it, and things that most certainly do not. He'll never know what it's like to be me, to have my job." A story in which Death himself is sick of his job, and looking for a change of pace. A story where the four horsemen of the apocalypse are preparing for a masquerade ball. And a story of our other halves. The characters here are based heavily off the members of TXT, but their names are not used! Instead, they are referred to with the horseman's names, and their personalities heavily reflect upon each horseman that they are. This is a work of fiction - in no way am I projecting any of this onto the actual members of TXT. But if you decide to dive into this.. I hope you enjoy!
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