Death might need a new hobby.

He liked screwing with people. It was fun, really fun. It got him stuck in some special classes at his school because of it, but it was stupidly easy to skip. Way too easy.

And it was a bit easy to sneak into the sewers, too.

"Hey kid, you want some p*nis enlargement pills?"

That was his favorite thing to say down there. Of course, he liked to travel by the sewers, it was way more fun than traveling normally. Why take a bus when you could whisper weird things to people from the darkness of the gutters?

Of course, Death aimed for the people who would least benefit from that product. Females especially were targets. Skeletons were probably his favorite target, because he could just whisper his usual line and get the most confusion ever. It was truly amazing to watch, they would stop and get all confused.

So, naturally, that was what Death was doing instead of going to a special classroom. Hanging out in the sewers, hood up as he would whisper to people passing by until he would get bored.

One skeleton had passed by, their yellow and white outfit catching his sight. That's when he attacked, right when their feet were only a couple of feet away from the sewer.

"Heya kid, wanna buy some d*ck pills?"

Death loved dirty humor. It was his favorite, sexual jokes were actually the best. Well, for him, anyway. Dark, mean humor, any type of humor that could be frowned upon he would jump at. Racist jokes at both monsters and humans, sexist jokes on girls and boys, he'd go for anything. It wasn't like Death actually was racist. Human or monster, it didn't really matter. And the girls are weaker than boys bullcrap? Seriously? He knew a family, consisting of both girls and boys, all of which could probably go on a mass killing spree. He was pretty sure that they probably have in their past.

"What?" The skeleton asked, his golden eye lights trailing down to only find darkness below.

One of Death's advantages was that he blended in with shadows. Both an advantage and disadvantage, really. As a child, he wasn't allowed to go outside because the moment he stepped into the darkness, he was just gone. One time Death had went outside for a couple of minutes to let out his pet and his parents had to call the police because they thought he ran away.

He was two feet away from the porch.

But, it did come with some great benefits. Death was great in battle, especially at night, because he wouldn't be seen. Hiding came easily to him, if he stood in someone's shadow, he could follow them around all day and they wouldn't notice. Only people who could see souls would be able to notice him, one of which was actually his friend. However, they came in rare numbers, Death has only ever known a few.

And, of course, for pranks.

"Um, sorry, I don't really... have one," The other said awkwardly.

Death remained silent.

"Uh, hello?" The skeleton asked.

More silence.

This was too much fun to do. Way too much fun, better than going to class.

At this point, the gold dressed skeleton was crouching next to the sewer, trying to look into the darkness for anyone. If only he knew that Death was practically pressed up against the opening, unable to be seen due to his unique ability.

"Hello? I swear I heard a voice?" The boy asked.

Closer. He leaned in closer. Just a little bit more...

"That's gayer than Hitler!" Death yelled.

The skeleton fell backwards from the sudden loud voice and fell onto his pelvis, a scream emitting from his surprise. By then, Death was cackling with laughter, unable to hold himself back.

"That was great, holy crap!" He laughed more. "You should've seen your face!"

"I think I did when my life flashed before my eye sockets, lord mighty," The skeleton muttered, pressing a hand against his sternum. "What are you? I have pretty good sight and I didn't see anyone down there. Are you crouched down or something?"

"Oh, no, I'm just really good at hiding, and screwing with people. It's in my bones," Death said.

"Um, sorry, I have to get to class... It's my first day and I can't find the school at all," He muttered, standing up.

"You go to Death Weapon Meister Academy?" Death asked.

The other paused, looking at his wearily. "I'm not sure if I should answer that honestly to the wanna-be Pennywise."

"Dude, all I do is just say gay sh*t from the sewers, I'm perfectly trustworthy."

Not at all.

"But anyway," Death continued, "I know a kid who goes there. He was about to leave, he could take you there."

"Wait, really?" The skeleton asked.

"Yeah," Death said, "It just might take him a little bit to get out of his house, I was waiting for him. You could go with him."

"I feel like this is a trap," He said.

"It's not a trap, it's just going to be inconvenient for you!" Death laughed, "Just wait for him, he'll be out soon."

"What does that mean?" The other asked, but Death was already walking towards the exit of the sewer, laughing the whole way until his voice faded into silence.

He wasn't going to tell the skeleton that his friend was blind and also didn't know the way to school.

Whoops.