ACCCK!!! Guys, I WAS BEING SARCASTIC. Billy does die!! Now I'm the one who feels stupid... :P I guess I should've been more descriptive about WHO died there, then... I just thought it was obvious, but I'm the author, so OF COURSE it's obvious. God I feel so stupid.

Fan: Thanks for the cool review! :)

Biskuits: Yes, exactly what I thought when I was writing this fic thingy. You know Grim loves the kids. He just does. :P

PG: Wow, that's awesome to hear! MY petty writing has touched someone... and here I thought that this fic was kind of dull. Heh, thanks for reading!!


It had been days, and Grim had yet to return to Endsville.

The skeleton sat in a small bar located in the Underworld, his hands cradling his head as he stared blankly at the wall. The place was illuminated with red-tinted lights, the building dark and eerie. Undead creatures hung out at the bar, talking amongst each other. A few stared in the direction of the Grim Reaper, conversing quietly about the dark being.

"You alright, Grim?" A screechy voice asked, the zombie bartender standing across the thin table from him.

Grim didn't even look up, he only dropped his head onto the stand, hiding his skull with his arms.

The bartender paused, his one eye examining the sorrowful creature. "Uh, whatever happened to those mortals you were enslaved by?" The zombie couldn't help but stifle a laugh. By now most if not all of the Underworld knew about Grim's lost bet, the Reaper becoming a joke amongst the undead.

"I don't want to talk about it." Grim mumbled, almost everyone in the bar silencing to listen in on the conversation.

"If you're not going to talk about it, what are you going to do?" The bartender asked slyly, hoping perhaps he could get the story out of his acquaintance.

A suspenseful silence built up in the room, all eyes on Grim, who still had his head down. The Reaper lifted his skull slowly, peering over his arms with narrowed eye sockets. He stood up, extending a hand in which a powerful scythe appeared in a pillar of smoke. Grim glanced at the bartender stiffly, "I'll do what I have to." With those final words, the
Grim Reaper disappeared in an instant, leaving nothing behind to show that he was ever there.


Why do I care? I never cared when I pushed that oaf into another dimension, sure that I would never see him again...

Mandy was lying on her bed, her room dark with no electricity powering the lamps and the shades drawn over the windows. She stared at the ceiling, her hands resting on her stomach as she had been most of the time for the past week. The pink bed sheets covering the mattress were unclean and sloppily placed, not that Mandy cared. The depressed girl had lost most interests she used to have, including eating; ever since one of the only people she could call a friend was killed.

It was all my fault... but even at court they announced it was an accidental death. But it WAS my fault... I unintentionally murdered my best friend. Mandy rolled over on her bed, burying her face into her tear-stained pillow. She kept saying this to herself, saying it over and over, but it didn't help the situation. Nothing would. Nothing would bring back Billy.

The silence in the dark bedroom was broken as a soft knock sounded on the door, an equally soft voice following. "Mandy...? Can I come in?" The bearer of the deep voice didn't wait for an answer, the doorknob turning slowly as the door creaked forward.

An empty eye socket peered into the room, a bony hand pushing the door in to allow the figure inside. Slipping into the room, the cloaked skeleton closed the door silently behind him, leaning on it as he looked Mandy over. "Er... are you okay?" He asked, unsure of what else to say, although it was pretty obvious that she wasn't okay.

Mandy shifted, facing the wall away from Grim. She bent her legs up under her chin, wrapping her arms around them and closing her eyes. Grim drifted over to the bed, hesitating slightly before slowly sitting down. Sighing, Grim swallowed, putting his hand gently on her arm. "Mandy, I know that... that Billy's death has-"

Immediately after those words Grim was interrupted as Mandy swiftly turned over, slapping Grim's hand away. She glared at Grim, staring at him long and hard before speaking. "Get out." She growled, shaking. "NOW."

Intimidated by the young girl, Grim stood up hastily, stumbling to the door and obeying Mandy's demand.

Walking away from the house, Grim watched the ground moving underneath him. Mandy couldn't possibly stay locked up in her room forever... and why wouldn't she talk to him? Can't she face the fact that the dim-witted young boy they knew and even cared about was gone?

When Grim looked up, he realized he had ended up in front of Billy's house. The skeleton's gaze fixed onto the window he knew looked out from the bedroom he used to sleep in along with Billy. Grim had trouble keeping his sorrow inside as he looked at the window, his grip around his scythe tightening.

Grim's expression faded away instantly, being replaced by a startled look as something bluish flashed by the window. Curious, Grim left the sidewalk and floated through the air up to the small pane, wondering what would be in the small boy's room. He peered inside, squinting to see through the darkness. Unable to make out much, Grim wedged his fingers underneath the frame of the window, pushing it up with little effort. The second Grim poked his head into the house, two arms wrapped around his head, pulling him in before he had a chance to cry out in surprise.