This one is just Sebastian's, Undertaker's, and OC's point of view of the main character and her future

The Poor Pathetic Madison

~Sebastian's Point of View~

I watched her walk upstairs for her rest, letting her short dark hair fade in the hallway. She, oddly, didn't think to treat myself as a guest, but then again, her food was low.

She seemed quiet, yet very shy and scared like a maid I worked with centuries ago. She just didn't tell me anything like what I lost love a decade ago.

After I snapped to make the items on the table vanished, I sigh and looked at my left arm. It have been broken when I got hit by a tree branch, yet the young woman healed me. She does have a kind heart, just fear is the only thing she need to concur.

I look out the window, seeing that it was still raining a little hardly. It is a big storm, meaning that what lies beneath her will pull her down.

I turned the lights off and walked upstairs to her parent's bedroom. I looked around as I enter, seeing the picture frames of her and her parents. It makes me wonder what ever happened to them?

But most importantly, is her soul even safe from anyone...including myself?

As I heard the thunder cracked with lightning, I spoke with a very sharp smirk and my glowing fuchsia eyes,

"The Poor Pathetic Girl..."

~Undertaker's Point of View~

Today had been very amusing...as I said so, myself.

The storm has rained all night, lately, but it doesn't upset me. Yet it'll upset her the most.

It's just a shame letting her go to waste, I like that girl. She doesn't act spoiled nor behave like someone revert her, even though she is 17.

However, her shyness and fear kept showing up. It does amuse me seeing her reactions, but it doesn't satisfy me...

I walked down the coffin making room, staring at an ebony colored coffin, labeled, Madison A. Witkowski.

I stared at it, thinking that there's no way she will be able to accept her deal with him. She's too scared to do all of this...but, luckily, she did came to the right reaper...And I...brought the right book to help her accept...

I walked to the bookshelf where I borrowed a few books from the library, the library of souls. With my long nail, I slide across the row of binding covers, looking for a MW. As I took it out, I grabbed my pink bookmark and my pen, then sat on the ebony coffin, placing the bookmark in the book that pauses her time.

Before I think of something to write, I heard thumps across my roof. At first I thought it's mice or rats again, but it's bigger than them. A Possum? Or maybe a raccoon?

But then I realized and grinned from ear to ear, her fate has come too early, but I spoke, "It's Time, be prepared, miss..." I look down at the book, seeing the time still pauses, so I started writing the book in red ink, thinking to myself...

...The Poor Pathetic Child...

~My Point of View~

Dear God, why does it keep raining?

Dear God, how come I felt a little cold from that night? I think I should apologize and next time treat Sebastian as a guest. But how come he served me during dinner? It's a crazy thing to experience.

But not as crazy as this day! I woke up, staring at the lipstick on the nightstand, thinking the start of the crazy day was because of that Sub.

I wish to throw it away to end the craziness, but there was something up with that thing so I just turned to the other side of the bed then fell asleep.

Oh Mom, Dad, what am I ever gonna do?

I'm scared of that fate! I do want to see you, but I don't want to die for it! I need your help!

I open my eyes for a small light, noticing the storm ends and opening the clouds, showing up the white waxing gibbous of the moon.

I sigh, hoping it doesn't really come for me. Yeah... Maybe that Undertaker was just a crazy old man telling stories to little kids and that fiery creature or anything won't come for a girl...

...A Poor Pathetic Girl, like Me...