Disclaimer: I do not own any of the series franchise nor the series itself of this crossover, and I think it's pointless to add comments after the disclaimer, which what I am doing right now.

A/N: I have no idea what I am writing, but if it's worth reading, tell me and I will update. Also, I suck at writing Jamaican accent.

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"I've enough of you two! You've pushed me far, now I'm gonna push yours!"

In the living room, a figure with a long pitch-black robe (with extra hoodie in purchase) stood in the middle. The figure was tall, brimming with the essence of dark and deathly powers. Beneath the hooded robe was neither a man nor any kind of creature or living beings from ancient and to the future, but a skeleton. Or maybe… no, it's actually an undead, talking, Jamaican accented, magical skeleton to be precise. And in its hands, it wields a scythe of no comparison, the Reaper's Scythe, the scythe that belongs to Death itself. So in short, the figure was the very personification of Death.

"Mandy! Grim is having a tantrum again!"

Before Death, stood a five year-old boy with an extremely large pink nose with an orange-ginger hair, he also wore a white t-shirt with a blue horizontal stripe, dark blue jeans, a dark-red baseball cap, and red-stripped sneakers. Most would say he is the "most stupidest" person to ever walked on the very earth, few would say that he was a genius, smart enough to do the thing that was thought impossible, to fake his own IQ in an IQ test with the result of -5. But whatever the world (and many more worlds he traveled) has to say about him, his name is William "Billy." Others called him Billy for short.

"… Billy, never use words you'd never understands!"

And before the boy, was a girl of the same age, sat in the sofa reading the Endsville Times newspaper who recently being published on Endsville. The girl seems, keyword: 'seems', like your average little girl wearing a pink dress with a yellow flower in the center, black maryjanes, and blonde hair accessorized with a black headband. And her hair is curved into a style resembling devil horns. In truth, a truth that everybody knows and never forgets, that she was a sort of person who is controlling, manipulative, wrathful, even devilish more than the Devil at times. And she was named Amanda "Mandy," and others know her as Lord Mandy, except Billy who is keen on calling her Mandy.

"Shut it, Mortals! This time! This Time! THIS TIME I WILL—"

Grim, the very personification of Death abruptly stopped delivering his deathly speech when he gathered all of the energies and concentrated all of it into the blade of the scythe. Ghastly energies, Dark, Evil, even the malevolent kinds of energies are gathered, wrapped, and then morphed into something Mankind had a hard time describing such powers, thus it was called the Supernatural. The Supernatural energies had caused the scythe to glow in an unnerving manner, striking dark-reds of light and shadows all over, darkness and chaos turns in every direction, a glow made out of a mixture of Life and Death, all of that directed unto the pair of five year-olds.

Mandy sighed, "Wait, Grim," She said while folding the newspaper and raise herself from the comfortable sofa, "before you do anything remotely related to whatever you're doing now, how about you do the chores…"

"What!?" Grim, the Reaper, shouted in shock, "No! Why would I do that?!" the Supernatural energies quickly dissipates into nothing as the Reaper lost his focus, "Give me some air, mon!"

"That was not a discussion, Grim."

"Then what was that?"

Mandy did not replied; instead she just stared intently to the empty eye socket of the magical skeleton, as if she was… actually, she was waiting for Grim to connect the dots and understand what she meant, without her even wasting a single breath.

"I shouldn't have asked."

And on that comment, the unusual trio went on doing whatever they had stored in mind for the day.

Grim, the undead, starts doing 'his' chores. First was the laundry, or is it the dishes? He did not know, nor did he care. He just went on doing every chore available, both in Mandy's and Billy's house. That was Mandy's order, "to do chores." She gave no specifics about what chores he should and shouldn't do, but intentionally ordered, not asked, Grim to do every chore.

Mandy, still on the sofa, switched her previous reading materials (Economy section of the Endsville newspaper) to a lighter one, which was the thick book called 'the Canon.' And Billy… he was contemplating his surrounding by doing nothing.

Few minutes have passed and Grim had finished all his 'chores', with the help of some undead minions of course. "There! I've done it! Now can we please continue?" He said.

"Aww Grim, do you really want to kill us that badly?" Mandy answered half-heartedly, never lifting her eyes from the dusty pages of the ancient book. "We thought you're our best friend."

"Kill you?" Grim asked confused, "all I want was to take a vacation, mon, That's why I tried to open a portal to the Netherworld!" He exclaimed rather enthusiastically, "I remembered they have a sun, of Darkness! Or maybe I've remembered it wrong, mon."

"Oh? That's a nice idea Grim, we need vacations as well, as you can see," Mandy said while pointing at Billy, "He seems rather quite lately, it's beginning to worry me."

"You? Worry?"

"Grim, remember the last time Billy turned… no, to be able to think straightly?"

"Yeah, I guess…"

"Do you remember what happened at that time?"

Grim stopped for a second to think. The last time Billy had been able to think straight was when 'that' happened, and it's not because of the result was catastrophic… maybe it was, but also because the condition, the situation that made Billy to be able to think thoroughly about things, and of that the conclusion was when Billy thinks, the world, will change… between that or because the world will change, Billy thinks. And the change was never good. The same goes with Mandy goes smiling.

"Point taken, where would ya wanna go?"

"Hmm… somewhere dark and deadly, a world filled with dread and the like that made mankind cower in fear for more than many generations and for the many generations to come, a world where death is common and life is scarce, where… I can enjoy the suffering of others."

"What? Like the dark ages?"

Mandy stared straight into the non-existing eyes of the Reaper, intently making Grim regret making that horrible (yet very true) joke. And that made Grim, more or less, very disturbed. Something's wrong with the child, even the boredom had somehow affected the mental of Lord Mandy. And that, like he felt before, made him extremely disturbed.

"Fine, I'll take ya," He finally said, "not really what ya had in mind, but it's the closest to what ya asked."

And Grim, the Jamaican-accented Reaper, gather all the deathly energies he earlier had lost and again concentrate all of the unholy power to his scythe, making it glow of green ghastly light of unholiness. And with a slash of that, a rip in both time and space had been formed. Glowing green with the same color before, the now a green glowing portal stood before the trio.

"What's the world called?"

"It's called the Remnant."

Mandy, at last, put the ancient thick book aside and walk towards the front of the portal. "Billy! Drag your butt here right now." She shouted out loud in searching for the idiotic fool.

"What!?"

"We're going on a vacation!"

And in an instant, a blur of pink, blue, and white arrived just beside Mandy. The boy, now no longer have the looks of boredom or any kinds of looks that hinting about thoughts, stood right next to Mandy. The boy was now brimming with excitement, has shown his goofy grin that was beyond idiotic than normal.

"Grim, take care of the house while we're away," Mandy said, "wouldn't wanna let go of the hounds now would we?"

"Eh, wait, there's som—"

And the couple of five year-olds entered the portal.

"—ething I apparently got ignored to say…" Grim said.

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In a flash of green light, they have arrived. No catch, no accidents, no extra limbs attached, not even a pay toll. That was the efficiency and the advantages of traveling through the Reaper's scythe. However, not much can be said to the world they have arrived, for changes must be applied for them to be accepted by the world as their tourist, their temporary inhabitant. Like when you get a free ticket to somewhere around the world, but when you've arrived, that place charged you with fine that you don't understand, most likely because you don't speak the language. And between worlds, a very similar thing happens. Some would change their charisma, some change their body, and some even change their personality. That was called the Conversion…

"Mandy! Mandy! MANDY!"

"What?!"

"You have a nose!"

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A/N: There you go, tell me if it's worth to continue, if not, I'll just continue it anyway (lol). Just kidding.