A big thank you to those who have already begun reading the story! And especially to Archangel Writings for the first review! You all are awesome. And yes, Death will eventually be seen by other spirits, just gotta give you all a little more character on them.

The gender-confused spirit grumbled to themselves as they sat at the long dinning room table. Sometimes, they really wanted to take back everything. Everything about being anonymous, about not taking the blame, about not being invisible. Like now for instance.

The Guardians, Toothiana, Sandman, The Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus were seated at a long dinning table, jovially conversing and eating. Sharing stories and memories, as they hadn't been all together in half a decade. Each were busy with their respective job, their holiday, everything. But, they made time for each other. That was something Death liked to see. It was strange to be at a table, and no one knew you were there. But, the table had room for six, so two places were left unset, but there was plenty of food for an army.

Only half listening to the spirits talk, Death looked down at the table. There were an array of silly gag gifts, they were celebrating an anniversary of being the Guardians. So, here sat little jokes from the group. So, while they weren't looking, Death pocketed some of the trinkets. A few old golden coins were laid out, a currency long forgotten, but the Tooth fairy must have had some still.

A chocolate egg went into a bag next, each had beautiful wrapping protecting the sweet. Their wrappers were each beautifully painted and designed. E. Aster Bunny claimed that they were made of pure hope, it would give the consumer hope and happiness.

Next, came a glass figure of a human dancing. Sandy's dream sand had been heated excessively, until they turned to glass, a dream stuck in a moment. The figurine was one of perhaps twenty, and wouldn't be missed, so, the glass dancer went into the cloth bag.

And last, but certainly not least, enchanted music boxes. They were small, more than a hundred were spread out, and North had claimed they were plans for presents coming up, so he wanted to know what his fellow Guardians thought. There was one, it was hundreds of shades of colors at once, and it sparkled in the fading sun. And, Death couldn't hep but snatch that one.

"Oh, did you hear about the rumors again?" Tooth asked, smiling, while relaying information off to different tiny fairies. And, that was when Death felt like truly dying. This happened one in a while, and it left the spirit sick to their stomach.

"Oh, not the bloody grimm reaper thing again!" Aster frowned, hungrily chewing on a carrot as he frowned. "There isn't a spirit that would drag you to your death. That's just stupid. We're here to make 'em happy." Death hung their head in shame, kicking the air. Too short for the boots to reach the ground.

Across the table, Sandy was laughing, and symbols of agreement went up over the creature's head. The only reason Death knew for sure that Sandy was male, was that he went by SandMAN. Unless, that was supposed to be a human joke… hmm. Maybe Manny would tell him. That would be on their next conversation, Death nodded as writing a mental checklist.

"Do not forget about cake!" North yelled happily, changing the subject, and Death was glad to hear the subject change. The Guardians were nice enough, after all, Death chose them to be strong enough for a reason. But to laugh at the thought of Death's existence. That hurt. So, with a small sigh, Death stood up, and jumped out of the open window, looking up at the sky.

"Manny. Old friend. Could we talk? I'm kind of feeling lonely at the moment." Death sighed. Admitting it was the hardest part, that was for sure, but, it had been a few years since there had any sort of two sided conversation, so came the desperate feeling.

Waiting… waiting. No answer.

"Manny. Please. I need to talk to you." Voice breaking, Death mumbled, not wanting to accept the fact. "Please, don't ignore me." Falling to their knees, tears pricked at the edge of the spirit's eyes, as they looked up to the moon. Not again. Please, not again.

There was silence, only silence, and that was when the dam broke. Death cried, truly cried that night. Curled up in a snow drift, back to the moon as all of the overwhelming emotions were let out.

It was worse than the beginning, worse that when Death had been truly alone, nothing else. Because then, then Death had created things, and there wasn't any more loneliness. But, Manny was choosing to ignore him?

Within the Santa's workshop, the yeti, the Guardians, and even the elves heard a pain filled shriek. It sounded so lonely, so sad, so upset, but, when the group went to check, they found no one, only a discarded wrapper of one of Aster's candies.

**ROTG**

Over the next few years, some things would disappear from the Guardians' homes. Nothing big or important, and barely noticeable. Like, one afternoon, Bunny had been trying out new recipes for chocolate. By the end of the cooking session, the Spring spirit could have sworn that he had made another full batch of the hope filled candies, but brushed it off as his own mistake. Meanwhile, Death walked back to their den, chocolates in hand.

They were small things, that the Guardians had forgotten about. Nothing that they needed, or would remember for years to come. But, for Death? They were a saving grace. And, the items is what made up the spirit's home.

Somewhere, deep in the mountains of Europe, a cave was brightly lit. Ever burning candles sat on surfaces, a nest of sorts was tucked away in one corner, made up of old, cast away blankets and furs. There were a few shelves that were filled with Death's most important treasures. A pair of ice skates, hand made hung from a nail. An old snow globe sat on the shelf, next to some well loved dolls and stuffed animals. An assortment of pressed flowers and plants, along with potted plants, ones that have been long extinct.

"Oh, hello there." Death murmured, smiling as a small firefly landed right in front of the Spirit. It flashed a few times, and it was beautiful to see other fireflies respond around the den. "You truly are wonderful." Speaking in awe, Death gently urged the insect onto their palm, inspecting the beautiful wings. Still in awe as the firefly flew away, the spirit imagined the design of the insect. Wordlessly to the fireflies around the spirit, the figure cupped their hands together, and a bright blue light flashed, and suddenly, there were twice as many fireflies, and half of them had blue lights.

Death fell asleep like that, with the little twinkles floating around, calming the lonely spirit.