Chapter 3 throws us headlong into the first steps of the adventure.

As was promised, the Ed, Edd, N' Eddy fandom starts in the next chapter. Get used to that, because that's all you'll see until the end of the story.


The house was on the nicer side. The yard was kept and clean, the deep blue paint on the residence looked to be fresh, and not a single dark shingle was out of place.

Piff opened the gate and allowed Jane through, shutting it behind himself as he stepped in. He walked with her down the sidewalk, which didn't have a single crack in it, and lead her up the steps and onto the porch.

"My parents wont be home for another three hours." He said as he pulled a key out of his pocket and opened the door. "The work in an art museum and stay late often giving tours and all that."

"An art museum, huh?" Jane nodded. "Sounds interesting."

"I guess." Piff shrugged. "I've never been to it."

"What?" Jane asked, her eyes widening. "Really?"

"Really." He said as he stepped inside, letting Jane in before shutting the door and locking it.

The interior of the house was dark and clean. The walls were a cool blue and th carpet was black, dark wood furniture dotting the living room in the form of a bookshelf, television stand, and coffee table. Black pleather chairs and a couch were placed strategically in the room so that the television would be visible to anyone sitting anywhere.

Piff leaned over the couch and opened the black curtains to peek out before looking back at Jane.

"Make yourself at home." He nodded.

"Thanks." Jane floated over to the couch and sat down. "So... you gonna wear those shades in here, too?"

"Force of habit." He chuckled, removing the sun glasses and placing them on the coffee table as he sat fully on the couch.

Jane looked over at him and was surprised to see that the purple haired boy had green eyes. She made a face of approval and he cocked an eyebrow.

"What was that look?" He asked.

"I was admiring your eye color." Jane answered. "Rare to see green eyes now-a-days."

"I know." Piff nodded. "I'm an endangered species."

"Perhaps." Jane glanced over at the window.

"So, what's going on, anyway?" Piff asked. "And what are we going to do about it?"

"It's a really long story, but I think I can sum it up." Jane shifted to face him. She gathered her thoughts for a moment before speaking. "A long time ago, there was only one reaper. He had the power to do many things. He could be in multiple places at once, he could cast spells, and he could create something that is now referred to as a dome of confusion."

"What is that?" Piff asked, his dark brows knitting together.

"It's something that malicious spirits use commonly to keep human spirits contained in one area." Jane answered. "They feed off of their energy."

"But dead people don't have an aura." Piff was confused. "They don't have an energy."

"Not totally true." Jane corrected. "We may not put off an aura, but we do have energy, it just comes in a different form. I am a reaper, so I am self sustaining, but ghosts, however, have to draw on their surroundings."

"But what if there are no other people around?" Piff asked.

"While people provide a great amount of energy, they are not the only source. Electronics work really well, but so do things in nature. Water, especially, because it is always moving. It's basically a bunch of kenetic energy." Jane explained.

"Okay, so what if there's no water?" Piff asked.

"The earth itself has an energy that can be drawn on. It's not incredibly powerful, but it gets the job done." Jane informed.

"So how does this come back to Grim?" Piff questioned. "He's an ex-reaper, so he's self sustaining, too, right?"

"Yes." Jane nodded. "You see, Grim was pretty powerful, and still is, though he is now on a rather short leash. He got to where he had begun to abuse his power. A reaper is not a killer or a plague, a reaper is a harvester of souls. One does not harvest unripened fruit. We are only to help souls cross over, as there is a lot of confusion upon one's death. I am not the only one of my kind, there are others that look like me and we replaced Grim. He is still upset, of course, but now it is our job to undo a lot of what he has done and to un-tarnish the name of the reaper. We are not all scythe weilding, power hungry, maniacs."

"Well, that's good to know." Piff cracked a small smile. "So what did he do that you have to fix?"

"Grim set up a dome of confusion a long time ago in an area known to mortals as Peach Creek." Jane explained. "There are several souls trapped there that he is feeding off of. He gives them time to gather up energy from the surrounding area and then he drains them almost completely so he can sustain enough energy for himself to have at the end of the day since those two humans are constantly using him for things."

"What would happen if he ran out of energy?" Piff asked.

"He wouldn't be able to do any magic, any kind of teleportation, or any kind of super natural things." Jane answered. "He'd be defenseless, essentialy."

"Interesting..." Piff thought for a moment. "I have heard of Peach Creek before. There are houses there that are constantly on the market for unreasonably low prices. None of us ever knew why, but the way you put it, the place is infested with ghosts."

"It is." Jane nodded.

"Case closed." Piff raised his eyebrows. "So, I take it that you are going to try to free the spirits?"

"Yes." Jane crossed her arms. "It's going to be very, very dangerous. We will more than likely incite Grim's wrath and have to deal with him at some point. Piff..."

Piff looked up at the sound of his name in her serious tone.

"Grim is not like me or my kind." She spoke carefully. "He will not have mercy on you. Those that get in his way usually end up, well... dead."

Piff's heart sped up suddenly. He cast his green eyes down to his hands that were now gripping the seams of his pants. The idea of dieing was still frightening to him even though he knew there was an afterlife. He didn't want to leave behind what he had or his loved ones, but at the same time he wanted to use his gift to help others. He was conflicted, but decided to side with his heart, not his head.

"I still want to help." Piff spoke with determination. "I have this gift for a reason. This is what I am supposed to do with my life. I am a link between two planes. This is my calling."

Jane couldn't help but smirk at the teen's fire and she cocked her head to the side. Perhaps he wasn't such a burden afterall.

"Very well." Jane nodded slowly. "You should eat, then we will head out."

"Alright." Piff nodded and got up off of the couch, stretching. "I'll make it a quick meal. You want anything?"

Jane just looked at him, her eye brow raised. Piff stood, waiting on her answer, when he inwardly face-palmed.

"Oh..." He said with wide eyes. "Right..."

Jane chuckled as he quickly retreated into the kitchen. She wondered what, exactly, she had gotten herself into with all of this.


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