Disclaimer: I do not own anything here. Every character belongs to their respective owners. The setting itself belongs to Bleedman. Please see author's note after the story.


"Now dis is why I hate kids…"

Grim took a look at the boy crying before him in the dark plain of that was known as limbo. Tears streaking down his face as the teen reached out as if trying to grab something lost before pulling his arms in and hugging himself. Getting tired of the sobs, Grim walked over, summoning his scythe to his hand.

"Listen child, I don't have all day. I have a schedule to keep and we must go on."

The sobbing stopped for a moment as the blond looked up, a look of fear dawning on his face as he took in the robed figure before him.

"You're…you're the…"

Annoyed at the stammering, Grim rapped the scythe loudly on the ground. The snap echoed ominously through the darkness.

"Yes. I am de Grim Reaper, being of death and taker of souls."

Grim watched as the blond bowed his head, an occasional sob piercing the silence.

"What happened? Why am I here?"

'Of course, de usual questions…' Grim thought, watching the pitiful being sitting in the dust.

"Mister McCormick, you are here in de void of limbo for you can't die, yet you no longer can return to dat pitiful town dat you called home."

Kenny looked up at the personification of death, the tears leaving glistening trails on his cheeks.

"Then what are you going to do with me…since I can't die?" he asked, understanding his situation.

Grim rubbed his bony jaw, deep in thought about it.

"Obviously you are a unique situation, having always escaped my grasp when I had come to claim you. You can die physically (de gravelings made sure of dat on many occasions), your soul is unable to be reaped. No doubt to dat whole old-one business your foolish parents had gotten involved wit…" he elaborated, circling around the teen. "…however, since your town no longer exists on its own anymore, you no longer can be reincarnated in dat place."

Kenny nodded, thinking of the chaos that had lead to his present location.

"What happened to it? What do you mean it doesn't exist anymore?"

Grim grimaced slightly, waving his hand through the air as if banishing something.

"Your home had succumbed to a war dat should have never occurred in de first place. Only a few remnants of dat realm remain, you being de only living creature of dem." The skeleton replied, looking down on Kenny.

The blond fell, his mind reeling as he took in the information.

"I'm the only one left? What about my friends? My parents? My brother and…Karen."

"As I stated before, you are de last living thing of your realm. Der is nothing I can do about it. I can only reap de souls and guide them to de next life. However, since your realm no longer exists, I had to send all of dem to other realms."

"What about this war? Why did it have to destroy my life?"

"I frankly don't like talking 'bout de war so don't ask me about de details. Me and Clockwork have almost gone insane in trying to fix de mess it is causing, even others like de Q Continuum is starting to get involved and dey don't ever do anything concerning mortals."

Pacing angrily, the reaper growled a bit before turning to Kenny.

"Now listen to me as I shall only tell you dis once. We have created a place where all de survivors can go, a place built out of de remnants of other realms lost to de war. Similar to another realm dat I've heard rumors of…Transverse Town or some strange name like dat."

Raising his scythe, Grim slashed through the air and tore open a shimmering gap in space. The light quickly expanded and formed into a stone archway with two large doors. The reaper walked over and tugged the handle to open the gateway. Through it Kenny could see a huge city, alive and well beyond the portal. He watched as three pastel colored trails zoom into the cityscape before turning his attention back to the person next to him. Grim glanced at the realm before continuing.

"You may choose to go to Megaville and live out de rest of eternity, or you may go to a realm where de war hasn't made its full impact. However, regardless of what you choose, you must never speak of what you know about de war to any of de natives unless it is absolutely necessary. Normally we would erase your memory but I already know dat you are immune to de powers of death. Now what is your decision?"

Kenny swallowed, taking in the information.

"Would anyone I know have been reincarnated here? Or somewhere else?"

"It is tough to say child, dere was so many souls dat I just dispersed dem at random throughout de realms."

Kenny glanced at the city before him.

"Will my choice be permanent? What if I wish to go somewhere else later on?"

Grim sighed, leaning against his scythe.

"I grow tired of your questions...you are starting to remind me of Billy. First of all, I have already stated dat you are de last person from your home. As such you have become de caretaker of dat particular legacy. Now you are no longer bound to any single realm and free to move about as you please. It would just make my job easier if you didn't however. Now what is your choice child?" Grim spoke, his patience thining.

Kenny glanced at the door deep in thought. 'Shall I go through or shall I not?' Sighing, he decided to take his chances. Stepping through the gateway, he reached out one hand to close the door behind him.

"I guess I shall stay here in Megaville for a while, just to see if my people are here. Maybe even fool around for a bit. If not, I will probably go somewhere else. Before I go however, what may I call you?"

The lord of the underworld chuckled, speaking out before the doors closed.

"Just call me Grim."


Author's Note: As some of you may or may not notice, this is set in the background of Bleedman's Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi as well as a bit of Grim Tales. I am not Bleedman nor do I work for him. This is just an interpretation of his great work while technically flowing with my own stories. That's right, a fan work of a fan work (talk about a mind screw). NOTHING should be taken as PPGD / GTFDB canon unless Bleedman himself decides to add this for some unknown and unlikely reason.

This story will be in a constant incomplete state and will update sporadically / inconsistantly as my story's plot evolves to prevent spoilers. This particular story will stay in the sidelines of Bleedman's plot and will generally not contradict / interact with Bleedman's own storyline canon except through my personal interpretation of very specific events early on.