Now normally I wouldn't do ANYTHING for a male character, but for this I'm making a very special exception. This character belongs Vivienne Medrano an amazing artist who you should take a look at. You look like this right now.

Enjoy

You were waiting in the elevator doing your job as always. As you were waiting the person you were looking for walked in.

(Y/N): Wonderful weather we're having eh?

McDermont: Yeah.

(Y/N): Don't you have a pacemaker?

McDermont: Why would you want to know?

(Y/N): (takes out phone) This is why.

You tapped the phone and he clutched his chest in pain.

(Y/N): That's why.

He fell limp on the floor and you got an alert on your phone. Looking through a security camera you saw that at the elevator's destination was an actual firing squad of police officers and government agents, looking for you no doubt. The elevator stopped at the floor and you picked up McDermont's body. When the door opened everyone on the other side unloaded hundreds of rounds into the open door. When the firing stopped and the smoke cleared it was revealed that you were using McDermont's corpse as a human shield.

Agent 1: We're not going to negotiate.

You spoke from behind your meatshield.

(Y/N): I'm not going with you alive. Here's a list of my employers.

You kicked the phone over to them.

(Y/N): I ain't going anywhere with you though.

Agent 2: We have no intention of taking you alive.

(Y/N): I had no intention of leaving here with any of you alive.

You held up a grenade with your finger in the pin.

Agent 2: Don't do anything you'll regret!

You pulled the pin and popped the primer off.

(Y/N): I'll be seeing you all, in hell!

Then the grenade exploded in your hand, killing you and several personnel standing close to the elevator. You sat up with a gasp and looked at the room around you.

(Y/N): I'm never going to get used to that dream. Even though it's how I died.

You got out of bed and went to the bathroom. You turned on the tap and splashed some cold water on your face before looking at your reflection. What looked back at you was (insert description of you as a demon here).

(Y/N): It still feels weird being dead.

You went out the door to your room and walked down the hall.

Angel: Hey there pal.

(Y/N): (sighs) What do you want?

Angel: I can't see my friend?

(Y/N): You usually only come see me when you want something.

Angel: (defeated) You caught me. Got some smokes?

(Y/N): Yeah. Right here.

You took out a couple packs of cigarettes and handed one to him. The two of you walked outside and started on the packs.

(Y/N): Why are you up?

Angel: I can't sleep. What about you.

(Y/N): Same.

Angel: The dreams of how you died?

(Y/N): Yeah.

Angel: We seem to be the only ones with that problem.

You let out a puff of smoke.

(Y/N): Everyone else has gotten over them.

Angel: You and me. We got to stick together.

(Y/N): Yeah we do. You're the closest to a friend I have here.

Angel: (sarcastically) I'm honored.

(Y/N): I'm being serious.

Angel: Really?

(Y/N): You were the first person here to not greet me with a dirty look. You don't start yelling at me when we disagree on something. We have civil conversations. I think of you as my friend.

Angel: Huh, thanks that's really nice.

(Y/N): I don't say what I don't mean.

Angel: I'll hold you to that.

(Y/N): I'm glad you will.

You continued to smoke and have your conversation as the night went on.

The end

Made this so short since this is supposed to just be a friendship story, not a romance. I really hope Ms. Medrano gets her show because I want to see more of her fantastic art animated.