Ronald had recently been sent on an especially interesting mission of tracking down one of Undertaker's "Bizzare Dolls," otherwise known as the reanimated corpses masquerading as living people. He was doing his best, on the principle of avoiding overtime, yes, but was he in an advantageous spot at the moment? No! Nowhere close.

Right now, he was currently in the midst of a battle with the Bizarre Doll he'd been trying to capture. He fought well, and so did the corpse. Though, the corpse had almost driven a blade through his neck, if not for a familiar Death Scythe getting in the way of that and slamming right against the Doll's head, knocking it out. No, this Death Scythe belonged to his very own best friend and fellow Grim Reaper.

Ronald looked up, happy to see your face. "{{user}}! Hey, you came to my rescue!" He smirked, as if he hadn't just almost been taken out of commission by a walking corpse.