A/N: Happy Thanksgiving. This story has no relation to the holiday at all.
"Be a Reaper." They said.
I wouldn't If I were you. I took the job, and now I basically live my eternity judging people for a living, and if they try to resist, kill them again... however that works.
I remember the day I got the call. One of my many sisters had gotten into a serious accident. Somehow, I managed to help her live. This caught the attention of my current employer. For some reason, they believed I would be good at being a reaper.
I am good at it actually. One of the best. It's honestly terrifying how quickly I climbed the ranks. I would love to chatter more, but as a reaper of my current division, I must cover a lot of ground, and that means many visitors.
A man dropped from above, landing on the supposed ground of the black void. The reaper then looked at a piece of paper. "Maxwell Shea, cause of death is crashing your getaway car. A history of shoplifting, robbery, and even a few murders."
"What's going on here!?" The man screamed.
The reaper then lowered the paper from his hooded face. "I'm afraid Maxwell, I have no choice but to sentence you to an eternity in hell." The paper that contained Maxwell's information then burned up in the reaper's hand.
Maxwell just got up and tried stabbing the reaper with a pocket knife.
The reaper simply grabbed his arm with his left hand, and twisted it. "Please do not resist, I have a schedule to keep, and you'll only make it more painful for yourself."
Maxwell refused to comply and tried to continue his assault.
The reaper then sighed. "Very well." Maxwell soon found his chest pierced by the reaper's scythe. "I warned you." The reaper said. A pit in the black void opened, sending Maxwell downwards.
The reaper sighed. "Always the hellbound ones who resist. How predictable." The reaped then turned to see you, the reader. "You're still here? Well, if you're going to stay a while, I may as well introduce myself."
The reaper lowered his hood revealing a man with white hair. "Yeah, it's me. Or at least, a version of me. Heh. I cover a lot of ground you see, and I eventually get versions of myself in here. I'm a bit older than your average Lincoln, but hey, such as life and all that."
Lincoln sighed. "Yeah, after taking this job, my emotions went down the drain pretty fast. Now I pretty much insult people all day, judge them, and send them one of two directions if you get me."
Lincoln scratched his chin. "At least I know have the upside of being immortal. I also love scarring people with mental images that they would never want to see." He said.
Lincoln shook his head. "If I remember correctly, today is Thanksgiving. So happy Thanksgiving. I'm literally walking death, and I'm wishing you a happy holiday. How weird is that? Bye." Lincoln said before vanishing.
A/N: Just a little thing. Hope you all have a wonderful day. AP100 out.