Schlatt, was the prince of death, also known as the grim reaper. Although he hated that title more than anything, no– he despised that title. He hated taking souls into the afterlife, watching the cause of their death and watching the way they suffered, humans couldn't see him when he was on the surface unless they too, had died.

A long time ago, you began to show up whenever he came to the overworld, your bright halo slightly hurting his eyes when he look at you. He didn't know if it was your always cheerful persona, or that stupid smile you always had, but he hated you.

One time, when he entered the overworld, you had given him a flower crown and a snack. Regretfully, he threw off the crown and screamed at you to stop and leave him alone. Even after that, you continued to bother him.

Today was another day he was riding the elevator up to the overworld, thinking about the flower crown you had given him as shame and regret filled his heart. He frowns when the elevator stops, slowly exiting it to once again be greeted by you.

He sighs, rolling his eyes and glaring at you "go away, im going to be late." He grunts, knowing damn well he wont be late.