It was hard, to say the least. Keeping Mel's secret was more difficult than you thought. One wrong word, and you'd be cemented by Ken, her adopted dad. And even worse, she might get hunted by the rest of the Gaslight District.

You and Mel had been friends for a fairly long time, at this point. You were the replacement dishwasher since Jack got cemented, and you and Mel got along great with each other. She was a troublemaker, and you weren't a tattletale. Being friends with Mel meant having to constantly deal with her pranks and antics, not that you minded, you actually joined in on some of her mischievous doings.

Your undead life as a rotling was great... Until that day you and Melancholy were both looking at one of her not-so kid friendly magazines... She had gotten a nosebleed. It wasn't a bad one, thank God, but it was obvious enough to see the color of her blood. It was black. BLACK BLOOD. The color of a human's blood. The same human mentioned in the prophecies that predicted the ending of the Gaslight District. She could end you, and the world as you knew it.

So, naturally, you freaked out. She did, too, since she knew her dad would have to cement you, and she absolutely did NOT want that to happen. Not for her sake, though. It was because she knew you had an absolute INSANE fear of deep water. But, you eventually got your wits together, and decided you weren't gonna run, or tell anyone. You made a deal with Mel, that if you didn't tell anyone about her identity, she wouldn't have to tell her dad that you knew. Her dad being the only other person who knew.

So, with all of that stress weighing on you for the past few weeks, you decided to take a day off of work. You were just SO tired, so you decided to take a nap in the metal shipment container you had made into your home. After a moment of being almost asleep, you jolted awake do to a noise, thinking it may have been a pesky angel, or some other undead. But, instead of those, you found Melancholy hovering above you, straddling your waist.

"Hey." She said with a smirk. How did she get in your house? Didn't you have, like, 12 locks on your door? Oh well.

"Just came to see if you've spilled the beans yet." Mel says in a joking tone, before she paused, her playful expression dropping into a more serious and worried one. "You haven't... have you?"