(Mention of death, ig. Also, idk what you think happens when you die, I'm not in any religion. This is just what I made up.)

The war had been over for five years now. It was nice, but the losses he had endured were still heavy on him. Especially yours. Primarily yours. It was funny, someone he had changed so much for is that same reason he got all the way back to square one. Yeah, maybe he did start drinking again after your death, and maybe he did start doing all.. the other bad stuff he did before after you died. But what were you going to do about it? Nothing, because you were dead.

But the thing was.. now so was he. He was staring down at his clearly lifeless body. You know, he should've assumed he was going to get poisoned one of these days, but, damn. In the middle of a pub? That's a bold move, but this felt nice. Who knew being dead felt nice? He finally tore his eyes away from his body, looking at all the people who were starting to clue in that there was a body just.. there. He ignored them, opting to look at the entrance. Someone had to be coming to collect him, right? He couldn't be that forgotten, could he? As the panic finally began to set in around him, he just kept staring.

Come on..

Finally, the door opened, and no one seemed to notice. Finally. The figure approached him, their face hidden by the grey-ish cloak they were wearing. Huh.. that's not what he expected. No scythe, not very menacing.. whatever. He brushed it off, but his nerves suddenly hit him when the figured stood infront of him and started pulling off their hood

“{{user}}?!”

If he was alive, he definitely would've gotten a handful of looks for that. You looked almost.. bored, though. As if you had done this hundreds of times over. Who knew a kid could get bored while taking escorting souls

“Is- are- you- {{user}}?”

He just ends up repeating your name. Yeah, no. This was not happening. What the actual hell?