Death the Kid's day started out pretty normal.
He woke precisely at eight, since it was Saturday, meaning he had the day off from school. Kid then got out of and made his bed in a perfectly symmetrical fashion. He took his routine eight minute shower. As he was brushing his teeth (taking eight minutes at that also. One's teeth can never be too clean.), though, he made the mistake of looking at himself in the mirror.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
On the other side of Gallows Manor, Elizabeth Thompson's eyes snapped open, immediately taking on an annoyed glint. She sat up in her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The Thompson sisters had planned to sleep in today, on their one day off. But apparently, it was not to be. Liz slid on her slippers and went to find out why the young death god was screaming his head off so freaking early on a weekend. Her sister, Patty, followed in her giraffe-patterened pajamas, also awakened.
They met a drousy Lord Death halfway, bereft of his usual cloak and mask, who had obviously also been roused too early for his liking. Though he seemed more curious than irritated.
The trio found Kid on his hands and knees in the middle of the bathroom floor with his head down, a forgotten toothbrush still dangling from his teeth, complete with toothpaste-foam. He was in the middle of reciting the mantra he usually used in his often bouts of sudden depression.
"I deserve to die," he was moaning, voice slightly muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth. "I'm an abomination."
"What is it-" Liz yawned, then began again. "What is it this time, Kid?" Liz attempted to keep her voice even. Seeming angry never helped at times like these. It worsened the situation, if it had any effect at all. She crouched down to his level, trying to get a better view of his face, when, suddenly, he dropped to the tiled floor covering his features with both hands.
"No! Don't look at me!"
"Come on, Kid," Liz said, taking hold of his wrists and attempting to pry them away from his face. "Let. Me. See." She punctuated each word with a tug of the boy's wrists. When he didn't yield, she waved Patty over, and each of them pulled on his arms until they fell away from his face.
Situated on Kid's forehead, sitting right above his right eyebrow, was an miniscule pimple. Liz wouldn't have even seen it if Kid wasn't pointing at it and lamenting his loss of symmetry, as there was no zit over his other brow.
"As if it's not bad enough that these stripes in my hair disrupt my symmetry! Now it's even worse! I'm garbage! Asymmetrical garbage!"
Liz's left eye twitched. This was what made Kid decide to wake up all of Death City? This is the reason why she wasn't currently asleep, dreaming about whatever she'd been dreaming about before being woken?
She facepalmed. This was going to be a long day.
Edit: Flubbed up. It's Gallows Manor, not Death Manor. Fixed it, though.