I walked into the office a bit depressed. Every reaper I saw has a death scythe whether it was big or small. Except me.

Some of them had ones that resembled hedge clippers and others had scissors. That others being Grell.

"What's wrong, Mortelle?" Grell asked after running away from my brother for God knows what reason.

"I want a death scythe," I mumbled. Grell chuckled under his breath.

"Didn't you get one when you joined?"

"No. They told me I'd be in Management and that was it."

Eric, Alan, and Ronald walked over to my desk. "Hey what's wrong?" they all asked.

"Our little friend here wants a death scythe," Grell explained.

"Didn't you get one when you joined?" they all said in perfect unison.

"Why did everyone get one but me?!" I cried as I buried my face in my arms.

"Who gave you the tour of the office?" Alan asked.

"My brother," I whimpered.

"Should we ask Willian for one?" Eric asked.

"No!" everyone yelled.

"What?"

"Will won't give her shit," Grell said.

"But we could," Alan said. I looked up and everyone was looking at Grell.

"What is it?" he asked. Ronald put his hands in Grell's red coat and pulled out two pairs of scissors.

"Here you go, Mortelle," he said, handing me a scissors.

That was the first time he said my name and this was the first thing he ever gave me.

"Ronald! That's mine!" Grell whined.

"You'll get your chainsaw back soon enough. But then again, Will'll probably find another reason to punish you," Alan said.

"I'm an angel! What are you talking about?!" Grell screamed.

"If only you were an angel. Then we wouldn't have to deal with you," Eric said.

"That's mean!"

"What happened to your death scythe anyway?" I asked.

"He was causing trouble in the human world," Alan said.

The human world. If I wasn't in Management, I'd be there reaping the hell out of those poor humans.

"Ooh! Take me! Take me there please!" I cheered.

"You need a death scythe to go there," Eric said.

"I do have a death scythe. Haven't you been listening at all?" I said, holding up my scissors.

My scissors were taken by someone behind me. "Hey! What the- ah! Will!"

"Are you doing your work, Mortelle?" he asked.

"Um, yeah," I mumbled. Will gave Grell his scissors and walked away.

"Hey, Will. Why can't Mort have a scythe?" Eric asked.

"Don't call me Mort!"

Will slowly turned around. "Because I say so."

The way he said it sent shivers down all of our spines. Alan put a hand on Eric's shoulder. "That's why we don't ask him."