Hey what's up?
So I made a list of future chapters and the order buuuut I'm a shithead an incredibly bad with arrangements so I thought fuck it I wanna write something like this and this came out
Enjoy! *bows fancily*
Death never smiles
Death, Tyler wants a pet to amuse him because he's always bored. He randomly chooses Ethan: but Ethan is a sad boy.
The boy screamed as he felt a cold hand on his neck. "Whoa, so noisy. You're no fun at all." Ethan panted heavily. The touch had been cold and dead – yet...he had enjoyed it? "Why should I be fun?" The man took off his hood revealing a very handsome face. He smirked. "Because, dear Ethan, you don't want to die. I'm your only chance on surviving."
Tyler sat down with a sigh. He pulled on his hood, turning his desk chair around. He heard someone knock on his door. "Come in but make it quick," he groaned, his hand against his forehead in an act of annoyance. A man with red hair entered the room. Tyler didn't know him, but he wore a nametag saying "Mark Fischbach" and "Death" meaning he worked under him.
Yes, Tyler is Death himself. Every day visited the recently dead judged whether they would go to Heaven or Hell. If their soul was pure – here and there a filthy spot didn't matter – they would go to Heaven. If not, they would go to Hell.
A lot of people would enjoy the power to control a human's fate but according to Tyler it was boring. Straight up boring. It was just listen to their story speed up to like two seconds by holding their hand and judged if they were worthy of reincarnation.
Tyler never looked forward to his job. From the moment he woke up to the moment he went to bed he was bored. And that is when Mark came into the picture.
"Sir, the new load came in," Mark announced, earning a lazy groan from Death. "Can't you do it? You don't have anything better to do than jerking off anyway." Tyler sighed. He knew he had to do it – no one else had his powers. He pushed himself up with a sigh and pushed Mark rudely out of the way.
Tyler walked into the room. About two hundred people were laying in the black room. All of them dead. He sighed. Everyone would be depressed. He wasn't depressed because they were dead – no, he was depressed because dead people were so boring. Death didn't have sympathy, he only felt bored.
He came out of the room a little dizzy, that's what you get, but nevertheless he was happy it was over. Can't I get a pet or something? Suddenly he grinned – he had an idea.
Ethan walked with his hands in his pockets over the streets. He send a glare consisting of pure hate to everyone who dared to look at him. Ethan was an orphan, but not the kind of friendly handing out flyers to save the orphanage. He was the kind that would break it down. He wasn't evil, he was just shy. He wanted friends but was afraid they would leave him. Sometimes when he thought he was alone you could see the real him: sweet, kind and scared.
"What're you lookin' at?" he growled at a woman who stared at him. She quickly shook her head, grabbing her bags and walking away as fast as possible without looking weird. He grinned – he liked it when people kept their distance. He entered the orphanage and walked to his room. Most people shared a room but nobody wanted to share a room with Ethan. Not that he minded, he liked being on his own. The less people, the better.
"Ethan, come down the food is ready." The Father of the orphanage stood in the opening of the door. Ethan growled – the Father, like all people never liked him. According to him Ethan was too "rebellious", to which was replied "Well sorry I don't want to lick your boots but have my own life." He could still feel the place where the red mark on his cheek had been. The days after that he had been doing the opposite of "good": he dyed his hair blue, burned an empty house down, stole stuff from the Father. He had a reputation in the whole city and he liked to keep it that way.
He came downstairs, grabbed some food and went upstairs again. Father didn't even try to stop him, he just let him be. Less trouble.
Tyler closed his eyes and threw the dart. He had put up multiple pictures of people that apparently no one would miss. He knew he didn't have a heart – he was Death himself after all. He opened his eyes. The dart had landed on a picture of a boy around 17 year. Tyler had only had this job for one year, making him 21 and them not even that far apart. The boy had blue hair and blue eyes. Tyler smirked. So he will be it.
Ethan sat on his bed, headphones on. He was in one of those moods where you just didn't want to do anything yet you were bored. A sharp pain shot through his head and he bit his lip to prevent himself from screaming it out. Instead he let out a muffled moan of pain.
The boy screamed as he felt a cold hand on his neck. "Whoa, so noisy. You're no fun at all." Ethan panted heavily. The touch had been cold and dead – yet...he had enjoyed it? "Why should I be fun?" The man took off his hood revealing a very handsome face. He smirked. "Because, dear Ethan, you don't want to die. I'm your only chance on surviving."
"Where am I?" Ethan panted. "Who are you? Explain yourself!" The man raised one eyebrow. "Calm down there. Hi, I'm Tyler, a.k.a. Death. Nice to meet you. And as for where you are; you're in between Heaven and Hell." He smirked again, and Ethan couldn't deny it was very sexy. "And you're my pet now."
Ethan slapped Tyler's hand away when he reached out to him. "You're a freak," he hissed. Tyler just winked. "Only in bed. Now follow me or you're going to stand here for eternity." He walked away, leaving Ethan behind. The blue haired boy scoffed but followed Death.
"And this is where you'll stay," Tyler explained with a soft smile that made Ethan's heart beat faster. Ethan didn't trust him at all. "Why would I?" The older man sighed. "I just told you. If you don't you die. If you do, I'll see what I can do to you to send you back to earth." Ethan didn't exactly want to go back. "What happens when I die?" Tyler smirked and pinned him with his wrists above his head to the wall. "It depends. Have you been good? Or bad? Because I don't want to ruin your perfect bubble, but if you've been bad you'll suffer in eternity, if not you'll be reincarnated."
Ethan swallowed. "And...if I stay here?" Tyler pulled away with an even wider grin. "You'll be my pet and amuse me. You see, dead people are boring. You're the first alive human since I've worked here. And I like some company."
And that is how Ethan ended up sitting in Tyler's office, waiting for him to return. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, but Tyler must have been speaking the truth. How else could he have been teleported from his room to ... this place?
Tyler opened the door with a groan, taking of his long black coat and swinging it over his shoulder. He sighed, unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly he seemed to realize Ethan was still in there – and looking at him. "Oh...Hi...yeah, I forgot you existed." "Thanks." "Hey, you seemed to like it," he said with a low chuckle that send shivers down Ethan's spine and his cheeks turning red. "In your dreams."
"So, as your quote unquote pet, what do you except of me?" Ethan had accepted he would be the pet of this man. He had seen the bodies, the elevators to Hell and Heaven. He had talked to a redhead, a blonde and a man with green hair who worked here. They all told the same story. Even though it was weird and hard to believe, it was the most logical explanation.
"Just...keep me company. Talk a little. Make some jokes...just...be a kind of...friend I guess?" Ethan bit his lip. This was another side of Tyler. He didn't expect the big strong man to be so lonely under his shell. "Sure," he said with a little smile. And his heart started to beat faster when he saw the wide smile on Tyler's face.
"Why did you choose me?" Tyler pointed at the dartboard. "I didn't choose you. I was..." "Gambling?" Ethan suggested. "Lucky," the man smiled.
"Age?" Tyler asked. "17, almost 18." "21." "Favourite hobby?" "..." "What?" Tyler looked down. "I...we don't do much down here." "Oh." They sat in a few minutes of awkward silence. "So, what do you want to do?" Ethan asked, knowing what the answer was when he saw Grim Reaper's smirk. "Fuck," was the blunt answer, laughing when Ethan punched his arm. "Don't worry," he added, ruffling Ethan's blue hair. "You're too young. Have patience."
-Time skip of two weeks-
Talking. Reading. Talking. Gaming. Talking. Sexual remarks. That was basically the past two weeks of Ethan's life. Not that he minded – it was actually quite fun. He enjoyed Tyler's company (although he would never admit it) and was always looking forward to him coming home from work. He noticed it first one week ago.
Ethan had closed his books ten minutes ago. "C'mon, Tyler, why are you still not home?" he mumbled, mentally face palming himself. When did he become so dependent on him? He opened the book again and let his eyes wander over the page. But the words didn't reach him. His thoughts kept drifting off to a certain tall, muscular man with brown eyes and curls.
When the door finally opened and he heard the familiar "Hey, I'm back" he could feel a weigh disappear from his heart. "Hey, what took you so long?" Tyler turned his face around and Ethan felt sadness crawl through his whole body. His warm, brown eyes were puffy, there were tearstains on his cheeks and it looked like he was shaking.
Without thinking Ethan jumped out and threw his arms around Tyler's neck. "Ethan – Wha – " "You've been crying," Ethan mumbled, barely audible. He felt Tyler tense in his arms, before feeling two muscular arms pull him closer. His heart skipped a few beats. "Yeah," Tyler's low voice said back softly. "Why?" "Because sometimes...you have to judge people you don't want to."
the end
are you expecting me to say "jk"?
well that's too bad
because I'm not gonna
But I'll make a part two I think
If anyone can guess why Tyler is sad you win something.
What do you win?
How the fuck should I know? Choose something yourself you lazy ass.
And now for the boringness that is my life:
yesterday i slipped with my bike because apperantly the people of school are apperantly too lazy to throw salt so people don't slip and hurt themselves. About one fourth of the students fell
my head was bleeding, my glasses broke, my knee, elbow and temple are bruised, i can barely move my next, my foot was stuck between the spokes, i nearly lost my beanie AND WORST OF ALL MY LUNCH WAS MESSED UP
fr tho, i stood up, sighed, said "well fuck me" and went to gymnastics afterward. i think i deserve something for that
i did get a ride on the back of my friends bike and because i find that really scary i provided my fujoshi friend of her daily gayness
seriously, that girl is gonna end up rejecting every boy because she ships him with someone else
Oh wait she did
that's it folks why are you here in the first place are you trying to find information to stalk me ya stalkers jk i'm not intersting enough to stalk
bai