Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

2459 words

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I regret not recording it for YouTube. I've failed my fellow YouTubers.

I see death on the other side of the kitchen island looking at me with disappointment.

He's wearing a clean version of what he wears every day and he's not covered in blood anymore and his hair is messy.

"How'd you get up there?"

I look at him as if the answer is a bit obvious. "I was where you left me one second and after blinking I spawned here."

He walks over till he's right in front of me. Ha, I'm taller.

"Why?" He sounds like he's giving up on life.

"The voices made me act up on the intrusive thoughts."

His face says 'bitch, really? You expect me to believe that?'.

"So how do you plan on getting down?"

"I already accepted my new fate of becoming an elf on the shelf."

"So you will abandon your fish?"

"Oh shit. How do I get down?"

"You didn't think of that?"

"No." I guiltily say.

"Jump."

I look down at the counter, "no."

"It's not even 6 feet."

"It's taller than me and that's too much."

"By 2 inches. Just jump."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

He turns around and starts walking away.

"Wait, come back!"

He stops walking, "it's not that hard."

"But I usually don't jump off of cabinets. What if I tear my pants? I love these ones, they're bell bottoms."

He turns around, "all of your pants are bell bottoms."

"Not all, just 7."

"Why should I help you?"

"Because you love me."

"No I don't."

"I'm adorable."

"That doesn't mean anything."

Rude. "Lucifer will get mad at you if I stay here forever and die?"

"He doesn't care what happens to you."

I'm bad at this.

"You won't have anyone to cuddle with at night."

His non caring vibe disappears and he looks sorta sad for a split second before walking back over.

He holds his hands up, "grab my hands."

I do and he pulls me down so effortlessly and faster than I could comprehend. I squeal and he sets me on the floor.

"Thank you very much and now I'll feed my poor old fishies."

I walk off trying to hide the strain that I got in my legs and arms for my short lived cosplay.

It was such a high reach and then I had to hoist my fat ass up the damn counter and cabinet with no athletic ability.

Well I get to go to the room, feed the fish and pet them. I then consider collapsing on my bed and sleeping.

But no, I shall force myself to stay awake for more hours and make myself sleep deprived for no reason.

I painfully walk back to the kitchen. I think I pulled everything.

I see death washing his scythe with a rag. Where did the rag come from?

I walk over and watch.

After a while I see the gold and silver again. He then cleans out the ridges where the black lines are and just the ridges out.

"Can I help?"

"No."

He wipes down the pole part. "Demon blood stains humans and the solution to get it off burns like acid."

I cringe at the thought.

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I watched YouTube shorts till 3 am on my bed like an absolute idiot.

Now I sit here criss crossed looking out the windows across the room. Why am I doing this instead of getting ready for sleep?

I don't know.

I have school tomorrow, or today, I can't keep doing this. And the tops of my inner thighs hurt along with the top back too. And my waist too.

I think I'm stuck in a trance of laziness again. Well I'll blame it on soreness.

I take my shirt off and throw it on the floor. Well I got the first step complete.

The urge to fall backwards and lay down is so strong but if I do, I won't get back up.

And my back hurts a lot. Well sitting like this doesn't help.

It must be the room being boring that's making me not do things, definitely not being lazy and tired.

I grab the bottom of my pants and pull them off which makes me fall. Well this is good enough. I throw my pants in the same direction as my shirt.

I look at the ceiling. I guess I'm sleeping with the lights on and in my bra instead of a shirt. Only the 3rd time in my life.

I grab my Pikachu before death suddenly appears on my right and towers over me. I just look at his inhumanly hot face.

"Ello." I say before the fucking cramp comes back. But it doesn't actually stay that long.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know. What are you doing?"

"Trying to figure out what you're doing."

"I want to sleep but have no motivation to do my nightly routine and everything hurts so I'm just here, existing."

"I think this is the first time I've ever related to someone this much."

I smile a drunken smile, "then go to sleep."

"Where?"

"On your bed."

"I don't have one."

I look at him confused, "then where do you sleep?"

"I don't."

I fight every sore movement and slowly sit up, "what do you mean you don't sleep? Why do you not sleep? How can you live without sleeping?"

"I'm going to live whether I sleep or not. So why waste time? There's no point and I can work instead."

"But you've slept before. Right?"

"Yes. 2 times and both with you."

"Only twice in your life?!?"

He thinks for a minute, "well in this life."

"That's sad."

"Not really."

"No, that won't do. As long as I live here you will sleep every night I do." I say trying to hide my nervousness and grab his hand. "Now get on this bed and sleep, you've done it last night so you can do it tonight."

He gets on the bed that does him no justice more than eager. He then looks me in the eyes for a second before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me down.

I wrap my arms around Pikachu and lean against death and his soft clothes. The lights turn off and I smile till my cheeks hurt.

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I'm in a shitty dark alley that seems to run forever and that bloody holy torn monster is 50 feet in front of me.

It slowly walks towards me on all fours with deadly red eyes. I walk backwards at the same pace.

It looks like a windigo combined with horror I can't even think of. I feel the evil from here.

It suddenly appears in front of me. The bottom half left of the top of its skull mouth is missing. It has teeth so sharp and ridgid. There is so much blood and torn everything that isn't covered with holes. It attacks me.

I screamed myself awake.

I look around the dark room scared before painfully turning over in panic and curling up against death while squeezing the hell out of Pikachu.

I lay my head on his arm and under the crook of his neck and I feel an arm wrap around me. I hide under it and stay absolutely still.

If I don't see it, it doesn't exist.

But I did see it and now I can't unsee it.

I bury myself with nothing as much as I can.

"What's wrong, my pulchritudinous butterfly?" I hear him say but my lips are stuck closed with sticky dryness.

I just cross my feet and bring my knees impossibly closer to my chest.

After a second he kisses my very messy hair and doesn't move from that position. He runs his hand of the arm that's hiding me from the darkness up and down my back, under the back of my bra to the base of my neck and back down to my lower back.

Then my bra disappears and I gasp. I feel him smile against my scalp and I cross my arms over my chest and absolutely freeze.

I then watch him lean over me with wide eyes and grab the blanket that's behind me. He then lays it over the front of me before laying back down and running his hand up and down my now completely bare back.

He then doesn't do anything wrong till my fucking alarm goes off.

Damn I had like less than 3 hours of sleep. And I'm stuck laying here like this from pain.

I'm not even old enough for this shit. Damn tall ass cabinets.

I just listen to it with no plans to move or anything.

Death then somehow repositions both of us very smoothly, faster than I can think. He puts me laying on top of him and the same hand rubbing my back and the other one caressing my right thigh. This must be his favorite.

"Are you going to get up?" I shake my head against his chest keeping my eyes closed.

There's tears keeping my eyes closed. They're not tears of any emotion but just hyperhidrosis so I'm always crying whether I want to or not. Mainly at night and when I wake up.

The alarm turns off. Then I realize how fucking cold I am. I shall embrace the cold because I don't have the energy to move.

And I just got an idea of what to draw. Oooo I wanna draw a picture of this girl with a new technique. Maybe a glorified version of me. One where I'm tall and have perfect skin and thinner and the best shoes.

I absorb this pain to get the energy so I can roll over or get up. But my chest will be exposed.

Wait, this isn't fair or right or anything. What the hell am I doing?

"You know this isn't fair." I mummer.

"What isn't fair?"

"That I'm here with next to no clothes on. Like I'm not supposed to be this exposed or anything till my wedding day or however it works. This is against my morals." I lift my head up and look at his amused hot face, "I don't even know what you look like. This isn't fair in any way. Like what the hell? We aren't even married, what gives you this right? If you didn't have whatever magic shit you have, you wouldn't even know what my shoulders look like or the tops of my thighs."

He puts his hands under my arms and pulls me closer so we're face to face and I squeal.

Why am I always squealing? Am I a damn pig? I must be part pig.

"We are married." He says as if it's a fact.

I look at those blue eyes that fit the whole universe into them but not in a romantic way.

"How? We didn't even date. You didn't propose or anything, there wasn't even a wedding. Where was the wedding? And aren't I supposed to help plan it? I've only known you for a month. Well less than if you count that week you disappeared or those few days."

"I proposed when I asked to claim you and eventually you said yes. And the wedding was when we traded half of our souls and I've known you for your whole life."

"You're a stalker."

"It takes one to know one, miss 'I had an unhealthy obsession with a monster for 3 years after almost dying."

Well he didn't have to call me out that bad.

"You're not a monster." I pat him on the head the same way he does to me. This feels weird. He does the same exact thing to me but it looks more natural for him.

"You didn't propose without a ring. If there's no ring then there's no way we're married."

He takes my hand and holds my arm in front of me, "these lines are the ring."

"They're not alike at all though. And I love rings." I really do, as much as I love bracelets. But rings that won't turn me green are too expensive for the amount I want.

"They are alike. They show that we own each other just like marriage and engagement rings. These are more unique and don't come off so the trade is never lost."

"Did you have the lines before?" He nods. "Then where's my claim on you if we traded. Wouldn't you get something?"

"I did."

"Then what?"

"A bigger dick." He says with the stupidest smile.

I look at him annoyed, "well that's lame. Couldn't even be anything good." I say with the most disappointment possible to really get my point across.

He cracks me back and I feel like I'm in heaven for a second.

"I'm joking my crippled butterfly."

"Then what did you get or is this all one sided and you can go out and claim other people like a cheating bastard?"

"I can't claim 2 souls at once even if I wanted to and I got white lines."

"Where? All I see is black. If I got them on my face then shouldn't you have them on your face?"

"They're all over me." He then looks himself over or me, I can't tell.

His shirt then suddenly disappears and he sits me up so I'm cradling him. I wrap the blanket around me more since I'm so damn cold.

I look down and holy hell. He's worse than Helmut Strebl.

This would probably be another scene where I'd faint if this was an old American highschool movie.

He traces white lines that are mainly dominant on his torco, chest and his biceps. They're pretty and curved instead of having jagged edges and sharp turns. They interlace with the black lines.

I feel all emotional like awe struck, lovestruck maybe. It really is like we got married. A symbol of ourselves on each other. Half and half.

"This is so nice." Oh I'm so happy my hypothetical husband can't cheat on me.

Weird ass marriage though. And a proposal and a first time meeting.

What type of relationship is this?

He then suddenly pulls me back down and the blanket between us ends up on top of me and him rubbing my back with both hands now, under the blanket. His nose in my messy hair.

"Why are you so cold?"

"Usually when people are lying in bed almost naked, they get cold."

He tightens the blanket around me, which is nice but my clothes would be nicer.

Well skin on skin is nice too.

My virgin side is in love right now.

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*Sips the $5 Walmart sweet tea*

What y'all think? 😏

I died of laughter while writing one of the parts.

I'm supposed to be asleep rn and stuff cuz it's finals week but damn that night motivation hit different.

Why do I have to only get the best motivation at night? Like not even evening, only when I'm supposed to be asleep.

Well see ya next chapter.