the grim reaper
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No, I don't wear a hooded cape and yes I do have skin and organs too cover these bones.
I wouldn't necessarily call myself the grim reaper. After all, all I see is how long people have left and, if im lucky, how they die. Before you ask no, I don't collect their souls however I do enjoy scaring them. A personal favourite would be Jimmy, he doesn't like me telling this since we're best reapers now but when we first met I made him wet himself, ah! The good ol' simple days, now I'm expected to act more like the human I am so they can test me, with me being the only known birth reaper left (someone born a reaper) I've been made into their test subject and my test this time is seeing if I can prevent deaths in exchange for freedom.
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