authors note: I made this to fight writers block mainly, and establish a headcannon / au type thing with GAOBAM so yeah. Don't judge too harshly.
There was a girl sitting behind a dumpster, she held her legs closely to her. Blonde hair swayed over her face, muddling her features in fair strands. Barely visible was her frown and her sad eyes, gleaming blue eyes with tears spilling. She was usually oh so stoic, though today she couldn't help but feel the ache of pain. So long she'd been ignored or bullied, so long she'd been taunted for being emotionless. But she wasn't emotionless, no one was emotionless. It hurt like bullets in the back of the head, only much much worse, mainly because she lived on. Before her sat broken baby dolls melting in the hot Endsville sun, glass pieces scraped against the pavement, children's toys Mandy had never played with.
She hadn't "played" with Billy for a while, since puberty and growth spurts morphed him practically to a different person (though he occasionally waved her direction.) Grim was here and there, sometimes with her, but most of the time he stuck with Billy, the reason unknown to the two. When they'd split their friendship up, Grim had chosen Billy, Mandy was alone. They probably thought she was fine with that, but she wasn't. Her parents had finally abandoned her, fear and broken relationships getting in the way of family. The girl lived alone, unwilling to do anything about her lonely situation. She simply awaited the day she could finally play, locking away her dark and twisted life.
- time skip -
The time had eventually come. What time, you ask? Well, Mandy had finally passed out invitations, to a party of 'drinks, dancing and fun!' At home, she sharpened her knives. The first ring of the doorbell, the first knock on the door, guests entered and laughed, dancing blissfully, unaware as the blonde haired girl succumbed to her lust for gore, and she turned the lock to the door. What happened next is so gory, and so horrifying, I have no ability to describe it without possibly causing horror and nightmares for the rest of your lives.
Screams and the overwhelming urges of death awoke Grim, who had been sleeping rather nicely before the cries had broken his slumber. Confused, he was, and even more so when he discovered the screams to be coming from Mandy's house. Stumbling toward the familiar home, Grim looked under the locked door to see crimson spilling from underneath it, creating a streaming river of blood.
"Huh?" was the only word the Grim Reaper emitted, before he easily cut through the locked door and entered the horror chamber that was this house. Dead corpses lie everywhere, with a blood stained Mandy standing in the middle, a heart that no longer beat sitting in her left hand, knives at her feet. Among the dead there was a familiar boy, with a goofy grin stuck on his face - completely abnormal for a dead person...