Dim: Heyyyy, I'm Dim. I'm a Dim Weeper, that's the nickname given to our division of Reapers. We control your educational fate so BE WARNED.
Dumb: I'm Dumb. I like chocolate. :)
Damn:…idiot…I'm Damn. The oldest Dim Weeper, I'm in charge of these two dipsticks and it's a full time job!
Dim: Come on Damn, be nice.
Dumb: HEY! I REPRESENT THAT COMMENT!
Dim: Um…Don't you mean resent…?
Dumb: Chocolate milkshake :)
Dim: …
Damn: …
Dim: Anyway… all flames will be used to torch the Kishin
Damn: And no, we don't own Soul Eater.
Dumb: I like cookies too :)
Damn: Right…well…whatever. Enjoy or something.
PROLOGUE
Transported To Death City?
Death City, Nevada
Stein crouched over the butterfly he had pinned to the board. He smiled creepily at it. Oooh I'm gonna enjoy dissectin' you! He thought to himself. He lifted the scalpel. He began to lower it. Lower…and lower…and lower…almost there… 'STEIN!' Spirit yelled from somewhere to his left. 'Damn.' Stein growled, putting the scalpel carefully back into his pocket. 'So close.'
London, England
'CAOIMHE! GET THE HELL OUT OF THAT TREE!' Mairead screamed in horror as her little sister hung upside out of the tree laughing like a maniac. 'Whyyyyyyy?' Caoimhe called back in a sing-song voice. 'BECAUSE! IF YOU FALL AND BREAK YOUR NECK I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE!' Mairead yelled. Caoimhe leapt down landing perfectly on all fours, much like a cat. 'Fine. Let's go for a walk!'
Death City, Nevada
Spirit stretched. 'Hey, Stein. Wanna go for a walk?' Stein sighed and fixed his former partner with an icy glare, 'No, but then neither do you. You just want to stalk that girl you saw yesterday.' Spirit looked offended. 'I do not stalk! I follow with intent!'
'Sure. Whatever you say.'
'It's true!'
'Riiiight'
'I swear!'
'Okay Spirit, and I will run around handing out lollipops, and Maka won't hate you.'
'Really?'
'No.' Stein sighed. 'Come on then you idiot, let's get this over with.'
'YESSAI!' Spirit ran after him.
London, England
Caoimhe chased after the pigeons as they flew away, squawking in terror. 'Filthy, asymmetrical beasts!' She hissed, walking back over to her sister. Mairead sighed, 'Really? You hate the pigeons now too?'
'It's not my fault that they defy all sense!'
'No, that's just you Caoimhe'
'But they were standing in a completely asymmetrical way!'
'Of course Caoimhe, of course…'
Caoimhe wasn't listening anymore. She was laughing and pointing over to the right. 'Hey look! A hobo!' She stopped laughing suddenly and narrowed her eyes. 'He only has one glove on. How disgusting.' She advanced on the unsuspecting hobo. Mairead ran after her, 'Leave him alone Caoimhe! He's just a hobo!'
The hobo looked up. 'I am not just any old hobo! I am a MAGICAL HOBO!'
Mairead sweat dropped. 'Great, he's loopy as well.' The hobo ignored her and shouted 'ABRACADABRA!' at the top of his voice. There was a flash of light and then everything went black…
Death City, Nevada
Stein stood in a shady patch near a copse of trees, sheltering from the burning sun. Spirit on the other hand, was drooling over a nearby group of girls. Stein rolled his eyes, 'I knew you would do this.'
'Do what?' Spirit asked absentmindedly.
'This.'
'What am I doing?'
'Slavering.'
'I am not!' Spirit whined. Stein raised one eyebrow, 'Really?'
'Okay, well maybe I am a little' Spirit huffed.
'Spirit, you're standing in a puddle.'
'Fair point. You win this round Stein. Now, though…back to Shibusen!' They began walking back towards the centre of the city. Stein stopped suddenly. He turned to Spirit, 'You feel that?' Spirit looked at him confused. 'Feel what?' Stein frowned and twisted the screw stuck through his head. 'Two new souls just entered Death City.'
Spirit looked blank, 'Well that's nothing new.' Stein was staring past him, 'No, but then they don't usually fall from the sky do they?'
'Huh.' Spirit nodded. 'Suppose not. Where abouts?' Stein started to run.
'Oh, that way.' Spirit sighed and began to run after him.