imagine our OCs live in the same house.

Death comes for all

Carson was outside in the front yard just looking around. Until he heard a slow and ominous whistle

Carson: What?

Death walked towards him

Carson: Oh, hey death.

Death: Carson, do you know how many times you've died.

Carson: Oh, uh I dont know.

Death: 273 times. You have been killed 273 times.

Carson: Okay, what about it?

Death: I'm going to make it 274 times. Then, it will stop right there.

Carson: But the deal-

Death: I'm altering the deal. You have gone on long enough.

Carson: Fine, let's fight.