I've been writing oneshots and posting them on Tumblr and I thought maybe I should put them here as well! Most of these were written with a time limit and a prompt for fun and practice on just writing. Thanks for reading! Or at least clicking on it ;P
In the Portal
Silence.
Danny had never experienced such a sudden contrasting silence before. Not only had the deafening roar of noises stopped, but the blinding light, and the burning, tearing pain, the searing heat, had all vanished. Now, a soft, comforting light enveloped him. Cradling him in a familiar warmth that lulled every one of his troubles away. He was content to stay here, entirely bodiless, in the vast peaceful nothingness. His mind drifted, slowly losing all thought, fading into the warmth, the light, the nothingness.
A sudden presence pulled him back, reawakening him. A hard frigid hand wrapped itself around his entire being. Fear shook Danny to his core. Not of the large skeletal hand, but of the space the hand shielded him from. He could feel it softly tugging at him, wanting to drag him back into nonexistence. The dread of slipping from the hand's grasp and fading into nothing, caused him to cling onto the bone fingers with all his might.
A deep echoing chuckle reverberated through the air.
"My apologies, little one."
A enormous figure in black with a white skull for a face looked down at him. The cloak that shrouded it swirled around it, moving like the shadows of a windstorm. It's eyes were nothing but deep, impossibly darkened holes and yet they held such a fond expression.
"I wasn't expecting you until much later," it continued with the apology.
A short spike of fear shot through Danny as the hand lifted him up to eye level with the creature. It cupped him securely with both hands as it hummed thoughtfully.
"Now, what could you have gotten yourself into that not only changed your time of death, but did so without my knowledge?" Another amused chuckle rumbled in its chest. "That is no small feat, Little one."
Danny could only stare in wonder at Death. It all clicked into place; he had died. The horrible, flesh eating pain had killed him. Remembering the pain caused something to suddenly jerk inside of him. It had been a pull, a tug towards something solid, something hot. Again, the sensation pulled him towards towards the pain, towards the cold.
Death hummed, "interesting."
Another, stronger pull momentarily made Danny lose sight of the god of death. Danny whimpered, gripping onto Death's fingers even harder. He didn't want to go back to the pain.
"It will be alright, little one," Death soothed.
Another tug and Danny lost his hold on Death's hand. As he faded back to reality, he heard Death say,
"Until next time, Daniel."