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UNDERTAKER POV:

I dragged her off to William.
Her death sythe must be perfect... she will only have the best.

I thought.

She reluctantly gave into my yanking and dragging. When we got there there was a note on his desk.
Dear Pests,

" How nice of you William." I muttered.
Have her choose from the three on the table.-William
"Y/n dear! Cone choose!" I pointed as she walked in quietly.

YOUR POV:

You look ay the three options you have.

A scythe.

A long Rifle ( Mey Rin... book...seven or other)

And a large Chainsaw.( i am so sorry... the only original is the gun)

If you choose the scythe:

You swing it in the air happily. The blade glimmers in the florecent lights of Williams office.

If you choose the rifle:

You smile and pick up the rifle. You run your fingers over its smooth, black iorn shell.

If you choose the chainsaw:

You automatically pick up the chainsaw. It revvs loudly when you pick it up and you press the off button to avoid making a ruckus.

You hold ( wyp) (( whatever you picked)) smiling.

" This may actually turn out okay..." you mumbled walking out of the office as undertaker locked the door.

" For once."