I am trying to get these posted as quickly as I can. Here comes chapter 2.

As I mentioned before, please do not be upset that the Ed, Edd, N' Eddy fandom has not been mentioned yet, as it is the biggest part of this story. I have to squeeze in some poorly constructed character development first, hahaha.


The grounds filled with teens once more and the streets were packed buses and cars from end to end. The sound was overwhelming and the light show that was being put on by the energy trails of hundreds of individuals was blinding. Even in the chaos, the experienced reaper found her two trails and followed them to a bus where Billy and Mandy had boarded and were awaiting their trip home.

Once the yellow behemeth took off, she glided behind it, following it to every bus stop until she found the homes of both teenagers. Once they exited the vehicle, they went their separate ways and entered their homes. The reaper hung back a little, examining the surroundings of each house. One was up kept quite well while the other had a broken fence around it and a dead tree in the yard. The contrast was astounding but she had little time to think much on it when she was interrupted once more.

"I see you found them."

She rolled her eyes and floated back down to the sidewalk where she stood, looking up at the taller purple haired young man.

"You again?" She asked. "You know, it's pretty cool and amazing that you can see ghosts n' all, but I have work to do and you are really becoming a pain in my ass, dude."

"Not just ghosts." Piff spoke lowly. "I see auras too."

Jane crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow, looking into the shades once more.

"So those aren't just a fashion statement, afterall, huh?"

"Not at all." He sighed. "It can get really bright in a place where there are a lot of people."

"You're tellin' me." The reaper raised both brows. "So, what's the hang up, here? Why are you tracking me?"

"I just want to make sure you don't get us all oblitherated." Piff smirked.

"Please." Jane rolled her eyes. "What could you possibly do to prevent that?"

"I have connections." He crossed his arms as well.

"You really think your friends in there can stop the first Grim Reaper?" Jane scoffed.

"You don't know the whole story." Piff glanced over at Mandy's house. "Mandy owns Grim. He lost a bet and now he's a slave to her every command."

"You're kidding me." Jane's arms dropped to her side. "What kind of reaper was he?"

"That's not my call to make, but it's true." Piff spoke carefully. "Still, he's powerful in ways few of us can imagine. I didn't like him the second I saw him."

"I get it, you're the bad boy type." Jane placed her hands on her hips and smirked. "Livin' life on the edge, the rebel, the outcast."

"I'm a goth who sees dead people." Piff shrugged. "My life is pretty much a solo trip. But that has nothing to do with my dislike for Grim. He emits a very powerful and ugly energy. I felt it right away."

"Well, at least you're just a nameless face to him." Jane looked over at the house. "You're not on his bad side like I'm about to be."

"I spit in his face." Piff spoke carefully.

Jane slowly turned her head to face him, her face was one of shock and disbelief in the teen's stupidity. After a long, awkward, uneasy moment, the reaper turned to go towards the house.

"Don't judge me." Piff whispered as he followed her.

"I'm juding you so hard, right now." Jane returned. "So hard."

Piff stepped onto the porch and knocked on the spotless door. After a moment, in which he looked over to see Jane still giving him a disapproving look, the door opened, revealing a shorter, thin, blond girl in a pink and black dress.

"What do you want, Piff? Make it quick, there's a sandwich in the kitchen with my name on it." She spoke flatly, her thick, but sculpted, eyebrows sitting atop her angry eyes.

"Is Grim around?" Piff asked softly, looking around for the skeleton.

"He's in the kitchen where he belongs." Mandy snarled. "What do you want with him?"

"Not me, Jane." He nodded to what appeared to be an empty space to his left.

Mandy took a look just outside of the door and saw literally nothing there. She then looked at Piff and cocked an eyebrow, though the teen seemed to be totally unaware that Jane was invisible to Mandy.

"Piff, I don't know what kind of drugs you're on, but they're making you see things." Mandy crossed her arms. "Have you ever seen Requiem for a Dream?"

Piff looked over at Jane, who was just flabberghasted by his obliviousness and realized that he was the only one who could see her. He shook his head quickly and looked back at Mandy.

"No, my bad..." He shifted uncomfortably. "I'm not on drugs, I, er... Jane's... she's like Grim. She's... not... she has passed over."

Mandy watched as he tried to explain and fell almost completely apart in his attempt. It was fairly obvious to her that he was still nervous in her presence, which amused her greatly.

"Uh huh." Mandy seemed uninterested. "Prove it."

Piff looked over at Jane who just rolled her eyes and purposely brushed passed him so he'd feel the chill. Jane floated right in front of Mandy's face and took a deep breath before blowing in her eyes.

Mandy backed up and little, removing her face from the line of fire before getting the message and looking back at Piff.

"Come in, but make it quick. I'm hungry." She allowed Piff inside and shut the door behind him.

Piff placed his hands inside of his pockets and looked around the room as Mandy plopped down on the couch.

"Thanks for the help, even if it was sad to watch." Jane hissed as she went by Piff.

"You talk too much for a dead person." Piff retorted as Jane left the room. He looked over to see Mandy starring at him and quickly averted his gaze elsewhere.

In the kitchen, Jane found Grim standing at the stove, cooking what looked like dinner. She decided she wouldn't disturb him and leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, and her head down. He'd see her eventually.

"Where de heck is de crock pot?" He looked to his left, glaring at the empty spot on the counter where the cooking device probably was once. He then turned and yelped upon seeing Jane. "Who de heck are you?!"

"I'm the creep who took your job." She glared over at him.

Grim regained his composure quickly upon realizing who he was speaking with.

"You're one of dos new reapers." He snarled. "Bunch a' kids in Black Parade costumes prancin' about like dey know de ropes like ol' Grim!"

"I didn't come here to talk experience and war stories with you." Jane stood up straight. She was about to speak when her eyes were caught by the bright pink apron he was wearing. She starred at it, her face becoming confused.

Grim just looked at her for a long minute before realizing he was still wearing the feminine cloth. He tore it from his torso quickly and threw it across the room before looking at Jane again.

"As I was saying," She began again. "I am here to discuss the cul-de-sac."

"Not dis crap again." If Grim had actually had eyes, he would've rolled them. "You newbies need to move on from dat ol' place, it don't mean a ting to nobody."

"It means something to me." Jane stated sternly.

"Why is dat, girly?" Grim crossed his arms. "What business of it is yours?"

"I'm a reaper. Souls are my business." Jane parted her feet slightly, taking an aggressive stance. "You have to let them go, Grim."

"I don't have to do a ting, newbie." Grim chuckled. "Dat hole in de ground is de last place I can draw energy dat is all my own. Day in and day out of taking orders from two mere children drains my bones! Where else can I get de fuel I need to get through a day with those two?!"

"I am sad to inform you that your problems are not our problems." Jane stated flatly.

"Our?" Grim shook his head with a smirk. "Der are I don't know how many of you, now. Why did dey send only you here? Do you really tink dey care dat much if dey only sent you here?"

"They know I can get the job done on my own, Grim." Jane smirked at him. "Because unlike you, people believe in my abilities."

"Please." Grim chuckled loudly. "De truth is dat dey sent you here alone knowing you would fail. Dey just want it to look like dey are actually doing someting. You will never be as good as I am."

"Was." Jane cracked a wicked smile. "You are mistaken, Grim. This will get done with or without your compliance."

"I'd like to see de day." Grim crossed his boney arms as Jane began to float towards the door.

"You will." She paused just before him and spoke. "You're oven's smoking by the way, there, chef."

Grim's eyes widened suddenly and he spun about to see black smoke escaping from the edges of the oven.

"ME CORNBREAD!" He cried as Jane left the room.

Piff looked up upon seeing her return and he was about to ask something but was stopped.

"Not here." Jane warned as she went through the door.

Piff looked over at Mandy, who was now watching television.

"Thanks for everything, Mandy." Piff nodded.

She waved him away and he quickly left the house and ran down the sidewalk to catch up with the reaper.

"What happend?" He asked once he caught up to her side.

"Just what I thought." Jane spoke lowly.

"We are gonna have to do this the hard way." Piff nodded.

Jane stopped and looked at him, her brows knitted together in confusion.

"I'm sorry, we?" She asked.

"I want to help." He nodded.

"You just totally invited yourself to a suicide mission." Jane was baffled.

"I've experienced worse, believe me." Piff sighed.

"I doubt that." Jane was still stunned. "I seriously doubt that."

"Living in Endsville is..." Piff thought for a second. "Well, it's a nightmare. There's always something horrible going on. People get maimed constantly, the city is in debt by millions because there's always damage happening, the school is plagued with violence and bullies, and the Grim Reaper lives here to top it all off. This place is a war zone!"

"I can believe that, but..." Jane lowered herself onto the sidewalk and looked up at Piff. "Piff, you seem like a pretty cool guy, despite your annoying clingy-ness and inability to not come off as a total spazz in front of a girl you like."

"What?" He asked suddenly.

"Nothing." Jane answered quickly. "But, your world and my world are seperate from each other for a reason. When we start blending the two, bad things happen. Trust me, this isn't something you want to get into."

"Your wold and my world have already blended." Piff explained. "Why do you think I even exist? I can see dead people, I can see auras. I exist partially in your world, Jane. Nothing is a mistake, you came here for a reason and was put here so I could find out more about my ability and maybe even learn to help people."

"You can't help people if you're dead, Piff." Jane crossed her arms.

"You are." Piff pointed out.

Jane just blinked at him, her face flat and unimpressed. She looked away to her left then sighed.

"Are you sure you want to help?" Jane asked. "If you back out, I'll make you wish you were never born."

"I want to help." Piff nodded.

"Alright." Jane gave him a look. "You're crazy, but alright."

"We can talk about your plan at my place." Piff took the lead. "Follow me."


From here on, you no longer have to worry, because the story basically begins now.