Life's Answering

"Hot cheeto puffs- I need to stop doing that," he mumbled as he sort of poked the side of his head with a bitter expression. No, he wasn't going to allow himself to spiral down yet another rabbit hole about Death. Death related rabbit holes were scheduled for Fridays, and today was Tuesday. He'd have to change the mental subject, and quickly.
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Gir-- the below average, middle-class, bundle-of-overthinking-nerves-- has got a bit of a problem. Sure, with the help of Death, he'd gotten rid of a terrible spirit that was roaming about haphazardly, but that was a couple years ago, and he hadn't truly realized just how much an event like that could change someone.
He had met the elusive embodiment of Death way before he helped it catch a rogue spirit. But, he couldn't remember it, not a single detail. Gir almost always remembered everything as he was an obsessive thinker and kept everything he ever learned or saw tucked away carefully in the deep archives of his mind-- but he couldn't remember this. Not meeting Death the very first time he had, and as time went on it became increasingly obvious that he couldn't remember anything about his childhood. Not his real childhood anyway.
Maybe this time around instead of Death calling he'll hear Life answering..

(editing while writing, chapters are not final until the next one is published!)