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A/N: Here's chapter two...
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Once upon a time in the middle of a forest, in the middle of the night, stood two people, children from the height of their shadows, who came out adventuring for the sake of their curiosity. That was a good line to start a fairy tale. Sadly, however, this was not a fairy tale, this was a fanfiction reality. And in Remnant's reality, children who came out adventuring in the middle of a forest in the middle of the night would be either assaulted by Grimm and killed off instantly, or assaulted by pedophiles/lolicons and be mentally scarred for life, if those pedophiles/lolicons weren't assaulted by said Grimm in the first place.
But nevertheless, when these two came out adventuring, impossible things ensues.
Even Death, in a way we never expected.
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Mandy stood there above the green grass, in the middle of a forest where the shattered moon shone right above her head, signaling the time was midnight. She was standing still, unmoving but her hands. Her tiny, 'delicate' hands are holding her brand new nose, which she thought a necessity in the new world. But still, she was… impressed, to say the most. But the one that was celebrating was not her, but him.
"Yay! Whoo! Aww Yeah! Uh-Huh! Yeayaah!"
Billy, who was screaming/celebrating frantically, still there beside Mandy doing every possible means to celebrate the newfound nose for Mandy, though the more Billy shouts, the more unexplainable feelings in Mandy's gut, as if telling her something was very wrong. And as soon as she stopped touching her nose in a trance, she finally noticed the numbers of shiny red pair of eyes all around them both in every direction, almost a dozen pair she estimates, but she knew there was more lurking deeper in the forest, nonetheless, first thing first.
"Billy?"
"Yeah?"
After Billy made his attempt at celebrating to a halt, he turned to face his childhood 'friend'. She stood there while being stared by Billy, further confirmed that Billy was waiting to whatever Mandy had to say, or do, to him. And he was right. Mandy, as soon as Billy pointed his general direction at her, immediately slapped his goofy face as hard as her martial power was willing. And the slapping sound reverberates throughout the vicinity around them.
Billy instantly twist his head to a horrible degree, but somehow his neck refuses to be put beyond normal elasticity, at the same time Billy's huge pink nose followed the bigger body part it was attached to, and that made his body to spun rapidly to direction the slap had taken, and as the body spins, Billy's waist, like his neck, refuses to snapped and broken like a twig and proceeded to take drastic measures as to follow the direction the body had spun. Of course, as the neck, the body, and the waist started to spin, so does his legs and arms in a complete harmony of painful measures.
The spin however, while it does seemingly went very fast few could ever distinguish of whatever the thing that was spinning, last only like the tremendous speed the spin had provide; it does not last long.
As Billy stopped spinning right just in time before he'd hit a tree, he fell onto the ground face up with exhaustion being written all over his face. Aside from exhaustion, his face was horribly painted with a very nasty bruise that some would only hope that it would disappear completely by taking plastic surgery.
"M-Mandy…" Billy croaked, though if some would find it hard to understand him, they don't have to spend an effort to understand why for all it takes was to look at his cheek, "that w-was…"
"AWESOME!"
Billy, as Mandy always say, is always fine. He still was even if his face was bruised beyond normal means, for mere moments later Billy had already jumping high and low asking/shouting Mandy to do that to him again. Of course, she would love to torture to idiot, but something dire had made her to stopped, and it's not the seemingly increasing pair of shiny red eyes that lurks the woods. It was Billy himself.
Billy, by normal conditions and whatsoever, would either accept the minor to major torture Mandy had given him and let it go, or by accepting it and giving Mandy or to whoever torturing him an odd comment, whether it was about the pain, the torture, sometimes the torturer themselves, or something not even remotely close to the torture. But Billy never asks for more.
It seems the boredom of Endsville were quite potent more than anyone had anticipated.
That, and also Billy's seemingly healing factor was drastically reduced to next to nothing. Before, she was doing her thing in playing the foolish sod somehow weird freakish things happening, then Billy was gravely injured or was about to, all that and ridiculously as always, Billy was okay in next scene. Now, the only thing the unexplainable regeneration Billy had been healing was the extremely large pink nose that was attached to his face.
For the healing factor reduction, Mandy had guessed that it was probably just some random curse or whatever Billy had to go through, like her new nose for example.
And there's only one way to fix him.
BAM! POW! BAM! THUMP!
Mandy did what seemed to be the most logical way to fix Billy, if putting the theory of getting people's attention by slapping their face real hard, for Billy's seemingly thick and empty skull, a continuous hard slaps and punches to face and head will ultimately work.
Unknown to her, however, that each pain and suffering for returning the normal self of Billy, had gathered the attention of a seemingly large pitch-black colored creature with pristine white exo-skulls and bones sticking out of their body. More and more are coming, further contributing the sum of all the red shiny colored pair of eyes that lurks deep in the forest just outside the line of sight of Mandy. The dark creature, somehow seemingly uncharacteristic of them, instead of charging now, they wait. They'll wait, not too long, but until the numbers have grown big enough, until they had dismissed the sinking feeling of fear that was previously unknown to them. And as mindless and soulless as they'll ever be, the pair of children in front of them, or maybe just one of them, is the worse than who they were.
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Grim stood in the living room. Or at least, what seemed to be the remains of Billy's living room. The house, the whole of it, was now no more of a past existence, and the remains were the burnt and charred-black couch in front of the turned-off television. Grim, still standing, with both of his hands holding his scythe began to think of the situation.
First, the Boredom, a curse that plagued humanity since the age of the first man, it was what made the people of ancient times doing what seemingly uncharacteristic of the majority in their society. Boredom was the one that agitate people to do something, anything, just to pass the seemingly endless time. Boredom was the one that made people to stop and think, or said, 'I'm bored, let's do something…' which ended up somehow screwing something else entirely. Boredom, was a sickness, a plague no doctor can cure, a plague that can come and go as they please, a plague that branded us with a sense of something ridiculous, which we thought it was the right thing no matter how wrong it was.
And without Billy somehow screwing things over and in the end creating them works to finish, they had caught the plague, the curse, the Boredom. Yes, undead beings was not an exception, especially so when they have at least an eternity to live.
Then his scythe, the Reaper's Scythe, was in dire need of help. At first glance, the scythe was looking as usual, however, no one but the true wielder, Grim, know that soon his scythe's maintenance will come. In fact, he just went out to the usual place for mending his scythe, and with that the problem was solved.
However, when he came back, Billy's house was what now has been seen, near non-existence with just television and the charred couch as the survivor.
He did not know how, nor did he care, about how the house was in ruins. He did not know how, nor did he care if the couch was burnt and charred. Even if the house and everything in it was destroyed, it does not matter to him, for all he cared in Billy's possession, was the Television. But somehow it was still there, undamaged, unturned, and not even a scratch. Then again, it was Billy's possession.
Then it finally came to him, Mandy's words of order, and the words you must never disobey lest you suffer the excruciating penalty.
"—wouldn't wanna let go of the hounds now, would we?"
No, not that, Grim thought.
"Grim, take care of the house while we're away—"
Ah, that's one, Again he thought, this is bad, mon, how can I— unless…
And with a swift motion, he slashed the air in front of him, ripping forth the space and time, hence summoning the previous portal to Remnant.
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"Ah, hello Grim," Mandy said, "What the hell are you doing here?"
As he opened his eyes, the light of a shattered moon had caused his reflex to wince and closed his eyes. Wait, that was wrong, skeleton don't have eyes, and to close them you need eyelids, ones that a Magical Skeleton wouldn't have in anyway.
Grim, however, did not care and tried to stand up.
"I uh…" he said, "forgot to tell you something…"
"You mean the one that we purposely ignored you for?" Mandy sneered, "What are you up to Grim? If you're ruining this vacation, there'll be consequences."
"Wait! I can ex—"
But he was cut short as suddenly a dark werewolf-like creature with exo-skull and bones sticking out off their body pounced at him to the ground, and then followed by another three of the same creature. Immediately Grim was having his bony head munched and chewed while his dark robe torn apart and revealed his bony body. Then another two joined in, instantly biting off his bony parts as they fell apart, like a dog chewing a bone, they all have a bite on the undead.
Therefore in all situation, don't panic, they (Grimm) can smell the fear in panic. Not that those three had any knowledge of the said creature.
"AAAaaahhh!" screamed Grim, "Help me, mon!"
Mandy stood there, staring at the talking skull, no longer attached to the rest of the endoskeletons. Above the skull was the werewolf-like creature biting the head enthusiastically. And then, her eyes steered slowly towards his bony hands, or at least whatever the rest of it, all she could see of his hands were a hand, no parts of his arms visible. She guessed that the creature also eat bones.
Walking fast and cautious, she strode towards the hand, for it was holding the Reaper's Scythe. Grabbing the scythe quickly, she went back to grab Billy by the head and slam it to the nearest tree to wake him up. And after that, she stopped to stare at Grim once again.
"Quick Mandy, slash them to pieces!" Grim shouted, "Slice them apart! Mon."
Mandy said nothing but giving him the stare, obviously reminding him who is in charge in here.
"Please?"
"I dunno, Grim," Mandy replied, "I wouldn't wanna ruin your friendship with them, look! It's licking your face."
"He's eating my face!"
And he was right; one of the creatures was currently eating his face, licking the inside of his skull through one of the empty eye socket, while chewing the outside with sharp fangs.
Mandy sighed… and turned around. Why save an undead when you know they're an undead. And she wouldn't want to dirty her hands; after all, she was just a girl, a little girl which soon turns to the age of six.
And as she does, turning around that is, she saw Billy was being swallowed whole head first by a huge bear-like creature with bones sticking out off its back. And behind the black bear-like creature, stood the same werewolf-like creatures that was eating Grim, and as she counted, the numbers reached almost two dozen of the werewolf-like and the bear-like creature combined.
She was just a little girl, but that doesn't mean she couldn't kill something. Unless facing a person, no she wouldn't kill them, because doing so will only sparing them from the possible torture she could give them when she was given the chance. It's only logical.
And with both hands at the scythe, she sighed and said, "Dammit," before charging ahead. Leaving the tormented skull that screamed of her name as loudly as possible, "Mandyyyyy!" without feeling neither guilt nor resentment.
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A/N: There, second chapter. Lemme know if I made any mistakes and stuff, review if you got a time and something to tell me. It could be suggestion, critique, questions, anything.