What Am I? (Reaper x reader)

A Memory

(Y/n) sat on the edge of her bed, fiddling with the fabric of the patient gown she wore, it was a knee length white dress and although she was thankful to the masked man that he didn't just leave her naked, she wished that it didn't dirty as easily as it did, her black smoke was no help in the matter and the ice particles that formed on her cold skin dampened the dress once they melted.

She turned to the wall where the mirror used to be and sighed softly as she curled up on the bed. She brought her knees to her chest and let out a shaky breath. "It's cold... " she mumbled softly, silently hoping that the masked man had some how heard her.

She pulled the blankets closer to her as a single tear ran down her cold cheeks, leaving a burning trail as it slid down. She felt so alone, sure she had the masked man, but not only was he the only one who knew she was alive, she didn't even know his name...  She thought silently as she shifted again, now facing the wall and she cuddled the blankets closer...

"Mi amor...?" She whispered quietly to herself as she questioned what the words meant, her mind suddenly flashed,

"Hey babe! What do you think of this design for my next model?" A young girl called out, still stitching some fabrics together as a faceless man walked into the room, despite not being able to see his face (Y/n) could tell that he was smiling and soft warmth filled her chest, she turned back to the young girl and realized how similar they both looked.

The girl was probably in her late 20s, but there was no denying how similar they looked, the only difference was how lively the other girl appeared, and her eyes were a (e/c) hue while her icy ones held no real light.

The faceless man walked up behind the girl and (Y/n) noticed that his face was just a black cloud, it resembled the breaths she took, it was oddly familiar. The man wrapped his arms around the girl's shoulders from behind her, "It looks wonderful mi amor. " 

His dark hand reached out and pressed against the design on the paper in front of her, "I like this one, it's more like an owl than a skull, yeah?"

The girl laughed softly, "That wasn't intentional, but if you like it, I just might keep it, " she cut herself off with an excited squeak, "Oh, oh, babe look at this one!"

(Y/n) crept over and glanced at the papers, she suddenly felt shock as she looked at the many designs, they all represented the grim reaper in some way, but the one the faceless man was pointing at was undoubtedly the same costume the masked man wore. Her fingers brushed against the paper and the woman and faceless man were gone, she turned and scanned the now empty room that seemed to be old and abandoned, collecting dust.

She returned her attention to the paper and wrapped her fingers under the old design and lifted it to her eyes.  She placed it back down and turned to the door, she placed her hand on the wall and slowly made her way around the room and to the door, she pressed her fingers against the cool metal and peaked out into the old hallway.

This isn't where I was before...

She looked down the long hallways and moved down the right side, tracing her fingers on the wall, leaving an icy trail behind her touch. She glanced around the porcelain halls and shivered softly, while she was freezing, the shiver was mainly from an odd feeling of deja vu.

Her icy feet seemed to guide her down many different hallways and twists and turns before she stopped in front of a set of double doors, she glanced down at a pad beside the door and hesitantly lifted her hand, placing it against the pad. To her surprise, the door opened.  She stepped inside and her eyes widened at the clothes and armor she saw around her, she moved to the first manikin she saw, the collar of the shirt was white and baggy, like a loose sweater turtle neck, the chest piece was an orange that complimented the teal-ish blue of the rest of the outfit, (Y/n) smiled softly as she traced the armored fabric, she glanced down at the pant leg and realized there was writing, she knelt down and softly read aloud,

"Slipstream? "

She glanced to the right of the outfit and saw another one with the same build as the one she was standing beside, this one was a royal blue, most of the material was armor based, the center had an odd circle, but under the chest piece, shoulder, wrist, and hip guards was a grey suit that seemed to be made of a flexible armor that was slim against the manikin, she used the old thing for support as she moved to the next few outfits, one was for a slim woman, sharing a similar color pallette to the last outfit, the next was for a much shorter man, royal blue and silver still, the last one with the shared design was made for a large man and (y/n) raised her brow, questioning if men could even get that big. She glanced around the old dusty room and felt oddly at home, she felt an odd warmth in her heart, but before she could explore any further, her eyes were clouded over with an icy substance, and when she could see again, she was sitting up off of the bed she had grown used to sleeping in.

She glanced around the dark room that she had been staying in with the masked man and sighed softly, the black smoke escaping her lips. She turned and swung her legs weakly over the edge of the bed, when she glanced at the small table beside the bed, her eyes widened, on top of the table lay the many designs of clothing that she had just seen in the old room covered in dust,

"I thought... " she trailed off as she lifted the one on top, it so happened to be the design that she recognized as the masked man, she quietly mumbled the title of the artwork, "The reaper... "

"(Y/n)?"

She glanced up and her eyes met the cold sockets of the mask she had grown accustomed to,

"Reaper?"