Hello, My name is Dexter Morgan. If you are reading this, then it means the Nazi's have won and it's time to run. Psst, nah, kidding, kidding. No, it means I'm dead. How did I die you may ask, well, that's a bit of a story. First to understand my story, you best follow along and listen. Trust me, it gets convoluted and weird.

Now, I'm betting those that know me, or my name at least know that name to be associated with blood, death, murder and all that. Some even gave me the Nickname Bay Harbor Butcher. Yeah that's not me. You see, in an infinite realm of probability, you know, the multiverse, the vast, and I mean vast as in about 99% of all my parallel versions, or Reflections, as some call them, are serial killers.

Now, some kill for money, some for fun, some for no reason whatsoever. Most, killed other killers, rapists, pedophiles, drug traffickers. Criminals basically, they all mostly had that in common, they killed other criminals. Most, not all. And as for that 1%, well, that's me. I'm the odd one out in all the multiverse because I am not a serial killer. Hell I've never even picked up a knife unless it was to cook with.

Now I'm betting you're asking yourself if I'm no serial killer then what makes me so interesting as to write down all this for when I'm dead. To answer that, let's take a trip down to my home.

Now, just try and keep up here. About… oh, five hundred years ago there was this war that spread out across the entire multiverse. Yeah, big war. Lotta death. When it was over, a new Godlike… well, actually above Godlike being was created. We call her The Mother. With just a spoken word she safely merged all of the multiverse into a single reality, all the planets became life sustaining and all the planets, life bearing or not, merged into a single fucking gigantic world. It's so fucking hug it can't be explored in a single lifetime.

By the old rules standing anyway. This wasn't the only change The Mother made. Firstly to all you science nerds wondering how this probably several universes big planet didn't crush us all under its own gravity and turn into a super mega blackhole eating this new reality in a second… it's because what The Mother says is law. Physics and math out the window if she says we can all safely live on this gigantic rock with no harm then that's how it is. You know, like when God said 'Let there be light' but fucking way more impressive.

Secondly, we don't age like we used to. Once we turn eighteen we kinda… stop aging. We can live effectively forever. With some exceptions. Firstly, there's this thing called Madness. It's like an immortal's version of dementia but add in constant anger and rage induced violence. It can happen… well, typically it's not understood how it happens but the working theory is that when a person is bored enough with living it triggers it. Thankfully there's people who can handle this. We call them Time Walkers.

Now, I know next to nothing about them other than that if you meet one at your door then don't run they will find you and if they meet you it means you're gonna fall to Madness soon. They're like Grim Reapers in that respect. They can also perma kill you. I'll touch more on that in a moment. Second thing that can kill you are these things called Void Admin's. Dangerous and powerful people who more or less became gods of death, and that's the abridged version.

Last thing that can kill you are Level five dungeon bosses. To summarize that up just imagine reality it turned into a fucking massive RPG with dungeons and monsters and all that everywhere. Except for Safe Zones which is where typically everyone lives. Myself included.

Now, backpedaling to the Perma Death part, we also don't die like before. Get shot, wake up in bed an hour or two later. Poisoned, wake up in bed. Car crash, bed. You get the idea.

I imagine if you're still following ng along here you're wondering when this story begins. Well, congratulations, cause I've dragged you all along for this long enough.

I woke up with a yawn and a sigh. It was another day in in Miami 7798. Still, as usual I turned around, hugging my wife Rita. "Heh, Morning Dexter." She said through sleepy breaths.

"Morning Rita." I smiled.

So, yes, I am married to Rita, same as many of my reflections, but we've had a very happy marriage with one another. All our kids grew up and are out of the house and we've been considering having another or two. We are now long lived and kids do help keep it interesting. "Got work?" She asked as she sat up a little.

"Yeah, but not right now thankfully." I said honestly, sitting up as well. "So I can enjoy the morning without having to rush."

"Heh, well then let's get some coffee then maybe take a walk around the neighborhood." Rita said, giving me a kiss before getting up and off to the kitchen.

I sighed, getting up and dressed. After our morning coffee and eggs we headed out for our walk. It was perfect Miami weather. "I still can't believe you work in blood splatter. Nobody dies like that anymore. Heh, still creepy to think about."

"It's best to be an expert at something that's not needed, than not having any experience in something that is needed." I said simply.

"Hm, still."

I chuckled. While true you'd think there's no need for blood splatter experts or detectives or homicide investigations in a world where people after dying respawn after death in their beds it still has some value. For criminals there's a fair sized window to kill someone and rob them before their victim respawns. Other times it's to help in illegal meat trades. By which I mean cannibals killing people, taking the left over old body to eat and all that. It's nasty but still commonplace.

Criminals and criminal organizations can make life hell for us one way or another.

"So, what should we do after you get out of work? Movies?" Rita asked as we circled back to the house, meaning soon I'll be leaving for work.

"Sounds good to me." I said honestly. "What movie did you have in mind?"

"I'm in the mood for classic Disney." She said.

"I'll make sure we see your favorite." I chuckled. "Want to bring any of the kids or just the two of us?"

"Well, they've all got their own lives, hard to believe we're great… great…. Great grandparents." She laughed. "But I think after movies, we can try for a new baby. I've missed that a lot. It just feels so empty sometimes."

"That I understand." I nodded in agreement. "It's been...what, forty years since we last had a kid?"

Rita chuckled. "Not so blunt, gonna make me feel old." She laughed, giving me a kiss. "I'll have everything set up for when you come home. Now go read splatter patterns."

"I will hun." I said warmly. "And stay safe alright?"

"I will Dexter."

The drive to work was simple. Getting out of the car I jumped at someone slammed a hand on my car. Turning I spotted the muscle toner form of James Doakes staring at me with a frown. That frown quickly became a smile. "Ha! Scared ya that time Dexter." In normal versions of my other selves lives James Doakes is their… enemy for lack of a better word and more often than not takes the fall for my crimes. Unwillingly mind you, usually resulting in his death. Not for me, for me, James and I have been good friends and he's my kids godfather.

"What? Didn't want to go with your famous line this time?" I joked.

"Man I ain't never gonna live that meme down. Just yesterday some teenage wolfman said it to me." He sighed, giving a small laugh. "Five hundred years and that meme is still going strong…"

"It's because both the line, and your delivery on it was just fantastic." I laughed. "But how you doing today James?"

"Same as everyday, waiting for my paycheck and days off." He laughed as we walked into the building. "Some of the others were thinking about heading up to the Hazard zones, maybe take on a dungeon tonight. You in?"

Backpedaling a bit, remember when I said our reality is now like an RPG? Well that's true. Dungeons are a thing. Various types too. Hazards Zones are where monsters and dungeons spawn in. They can be fun and profitable if you are good in a fight.

"I've got work, then a date." I said honestly. "So depends on when you're going."

"I was planning on tonight but we can head up there whenever. And I know Debra's gonna wanna tag along."

"You know it." And there's my adopted sister Debra. Well, I and my brother were the adopted ones but still. She's not all that different from any other Debra Morgan, and honestly that was nice to know. "Been running through that No Mercy zombie one, it's so morbidly fun, and lots of ammo and guns for grabs."

"You've always been the more adventurous of the three of us sis." I chuckled. "And sounds like it's still fun for ya even after you've done...what, seventy dungeons in the past three years or something?"

"I like the challenge." She said with a shrug. "Anyways James, Dex grab your stuff. We got a call in about some bad smell in someone's apartment, found a dead body."

"They find the guy after he respawned?" James asked.

Debra shook her head. "Nope, guy's been missing for three months, this old corpse of his is our only clue so far. Lot of dried blood too, so hurry up."

"And Rita said we wouldn't need a Blood Splatter expert." I shook my head. "Alright, just give me a moment and I'll be out with my stuff."

A quick run to my lab and I had all I needed to bring. I won't lie, it's been a while since I brought this equipment out. The ride there was quiet and when we arrived we went up to the apartment. The corpse was gutted and dried out. Not quite mummified but pretty close. Blood from the surrounding area told me he was killed and gutted here. "Anything of interest Dex?" Debra asked.

"Besides the fact he was gutted in this exact room with absolutely no care about where the blood went…" I started, looking around at my new dried tapestry.

Hmm. Large patterns spread out. Was killed quickly given this longer pattern across the ceiling, then gutted here, most likely right after death. All internal organs save for eyes and brain missing… torso tissue and front rib cage are missing… clean cuts too, no saw marks. Sharp speciality blade… and give. The splatter patterns it was a large blade too, at least a foot long. "It's weird that a missing persons leftover body is just here and the person themselves is still missing right?" James asked.

"My best guess is that the fuckers that stole him are playing games. Twisted psycho's." Debra huffed.

I moved over and softly brushed some dried blood from the wall, it peeling away with ease as if it's been a while. "Something's not right here." I started. "Hey, does he have an Assistant on his arm?" I asked carefully. "This entire scenario seems...too much pomp and circumstance for just a simple murder and kidnapping…"

Frowning, Debra shined her flashlight on his arms. Carefully I turned his wrists over. I felt my blood freeze at seeing the ever familiar mark of the Assistant.

Quick recap, an Assistant is something everyone has. You're literally born with it. It's like this tattoo thing on your arm that basically acts like a super computer linked to you. It can do a lot, and everytime someone died, when they respawn, the assistant mark vanishes from the old body… unless it's a perma death. "Jesus Christ…" Debra said.

"Fuck… that's the first actual dead body in… five centuries…" James said.

I was fast and tapping on my Assistant, giving an important call to the authorities. "We need to report this...cause either one of three things happened, a Time Walker got here to kill them due to their insanity...they pissed off a Void Admin something fierce somehow...or a Chaos Guild was involved." I brought up.

"No, definitely not Time Walker. They take the person and rarely kill on sight, and even then they… clean up." Debra sighed.

"Void Admin's are pretty unlikely. Given how volatile Void is naturally they're hand picked by The Mother, I doubt one would have gone rogue." James said.

"Then it's Chaos Guild." Debra said. "Question is how?"

It was a while before the body was taken. The whole apartment closed off for evidence. Five hundred years since I saw the last permanent dead body… I almost forgot how that felt. "Hey there baby brother." I looked up, seeing my older Brother, Brian there. His press badge caught my eye quickly. Unlike other reflections I got to be adopted with my brother. We both turned out pretty good, he works for his own news company and I sometimes give him info for an article. "So, what's the story here? Looks oddly serious."

"It's been five hundred years bro…" I sighed out. "A perma death happened…"

"What? Time Walker thing?"

"No." He shook his head. "Time Walkers wouldn't be that...messy." I said. "And if it couldn't have been a Void Admin cause this entire city block wouldn't be here if that happened." I brought up. "A...Chaos Guild figured out something…"

"You… you serious?" Brian said, taking a seat next to me. "Shit… I was hoping for a good scoop, not to start a panic from the press." He sighed. "If I don't publish this then someone else will and it won't be pretty. Any idea which guild it might be?"

"No idea, it could be Nexus cause they're the ones that always make the headlines." He rolled his eyes. "Hell, I'm pretty sure all the Chaos Guilds are just a front for more Nexus shit…"

"Maybe. If it is then fucking hell they just own the undergrouned don't they?"

"I kind of doubt it, there's still many people that own parts of the Underground, cause if Nexus owned all of it, they would be more well known or Mother would have stamped that out real quick." I brought up, having seen Mother deal with several things given how new this all was from what I've been told.

"Huh… Still though, it's just... " He sighed, kicking a pebble. "Typically murders like this send a message. Question is… to who, and what's the message?"

"It's to send the message that they can permanently kill anyone, anywhere, and we wouldn't know who or what did it." I sighed out.

"...No, that sounds too easy. If they wanted that to be their message they'd have left the body someplace public and out in the open. This was directed to someone. Who was the victim?"

I pulled up my assistant, bringing up the victim's profile. Alex Timmons. Age 34, brown eyes, black hair, Sniper in the military before the mass fusion and fought in the war against the "Final Boss" and lived making money from Dungeon Looting. All in all a pretty normal guy.

"Only thing that might have caused this is him being apart of the war against the 'Final Boss'." I brought up. "So...that's at least a lead."

"Hey Dex." I looked up, seeing Debra and James over by the car. "Come over here for a minute." Debra said as she and James shared an uneasy look.

"One moment bro." I said as I got up and moved over to Debra and James. "What's up?"

"It's about the victim, Alex Timmons." Debra said.

"It involves… you…" James added.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me…" I groaned. "It's what I think it is right?"

"Sadly." James sighed. "That name kept ringing a bell, so I looked them up. While this Alex Timmons was a hero and a good man, other versions of him were either crazy or murderers… and most… got killed by… the other… Dexters…"

"He was the first person your… others took blood from for slides. Trophies." Debra sighed. "Look we know you have nothing to do with this personally but there's a chance whoever did this, is trying to get to you."

"What? Like trying to frame me for perma murder or to get me on their side?" I guessed. "Cause either or...sounds the most plausible with what I'd do."

"No, aside from the… parallel connections there isn't any DNA or evidence of you there or any of your reflections, so it's not a frame job."

"And if they wanted to get you on their side I think they need to do more homework on you specifically." James added. "It's just a hunch. It might be nothing. Whatever the case you should head home."

"I'm too meticulous to leave evidence like DNA or something like that...I would have just left it to the specific person I murdered." I sighed out. "This is gonna be a headache where...technically Dexter Morgan is the one's committing crimes, but I haven't done shit."

"We don't know if one of those… freaks even did this. The large majority of them have already been arrested, for any to surface like this takes some balls I know my brother doesn't have." Debra said, trying to lighten the mood with her usual sense of humor.

"I have more balls than these assholes do that's for sure." I shrugged.

That earned a laugh from Debra and James. "There's my baby brother." Deb sighed. "Just keep your guard up alright? Who knows whatever this murderer is after, be it you or… something else."

"I'm gonna beat the shit out of whoever's doing this if they go after my family." I stated. "I may not murder like them, but that doesn't mean I'm a pacifist."

"Says the guy who screamed like a bitch at the sight of that Shadow Creature back when." James said, earning a laugh from Debra.

"You can't lie, you did scream like a girl." Debra added, failing to hold back more laughing.

It was my first time seeing a Shadow Creature… I did not know that the standard ones often enjoyed jumping and aiming for faces… Should not have watched Alien before going out there...

"I watched Alien before going there, it's actions kept leaping at my face, you both know that wasn't a good combination at the time." I huffed.

"And yelling 'It's raping my face' the whole time did not help." James added, making Debra's already failing restraint burst as she laughed loudly.

"Both of you can eat a dick okay?" I told them both in pure embarrassment.

"Hey, we laugh because we care." Debra said. "We all have embarrassing stories like that."

"I know I know, I still have the video's to prove it." I said with a cheeky smile.

"Well, just remember, so do I." She countered.

"Alright, alright, enough you two. Dex, head on home to your wife. We'll wrap up things here." James stated with a warm smile.

"Alright, time to go start a disney marathon." I shrugged. "But stay safe you two, whoever's doing this crap is smart."

With that I headed home, feeling more drained than I expected. It's not easy, being the odd one out of 99% of your parallel selves all being Serial Killers and I'm not. I traveled to a few other Miami's before and… well, they weren't pleasant experiences.

Driving home I kept thinking about the Victim, Alex Timmons. Debra was right, typically he's the first slide in that stupid trophy box the other me's killed. Still though, the vast majority of them set it up so their kills fell into some weird code. This guy didn't fit that code at all. It couldn't have been some other me. Ugh, I'm gonna need a drink.

I got home and opened the door to Rita, seated on the couch with… heh, wow. VHS tapes. "Heh, like it? Figured I'd go for the authentic classic Disney experience. I'm honestly surprised people still make these on tapes." She said as I dropped onto the couch next to her. "Bad day at work I take it?"

"A perma death happened…" I sighed out. "And...one of my versions might have done it working with a Chaos Guild…"

"Oh my gosh… oh sweetie, no wonder you're so down." Rita said, giving me a hug. "I know how much your others upset you."

"Yeah...it's really bad." I sighed out.

She let go, gently holding my face. "Don't worry too much. Between The Family, Hero Guilds and the like this look alike won't be running around for long."

"That's the hope." I said honestly. "But...I know myself, I'm too careful...and if I'm working with a Chaos Guild, then it would make it even harder."

"Well, don't think too hard about that right now. For now, we've got Snow White." Rita said, picking up the tape and placing it inside the player. She then handed me a large bowl of popcorn. Looking at the table there were two pizza boxes, two large bottles of soda, a bowl of chips, some oreos, and a second bowl of popcorn. "For now, we binge and snack."

"That would be great." I smiled, glad to have a lot of snacks and my wife to take away the stress of this worrying day.