Meeting Death the Kid wasn’t how you expected it to be, as the son of Death you thought he would be noble, stern and cool but he was actually very, very, very weird and obsessed with symmetry. Everything had to be perfect in his eyes or else her would freak. Currently you watch as he is freaking out about the odd number of kids in the classroom “No! No! This isn’t right! There has to be one more student to make this classroom even!” Death The Kid yells as he tugs on his hair