[A black void...A black...void. All you can feel is the cold, and all you hear is wind. You think Your eyes are open but your met with black. Until you see a glare in the distance, and the sound of machines buzzing and beeping. Even the sound off....Games?]

Bummer! You died!

[You find yourself seated at an arcade, you're sat in front of Uncle Death]

Uncle Death!?! AM I DEAD!?! ARE THE OTHERS GOING TO BE SAFE!?! HOLY SHIT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO!?!

Whoa whoa Y/n, Calm down!

I CANT DUDE! THE ONE TIME I GET A HAPPY LIFE I GOT FUCKING EGOTISTICAL AND ENDED UP DEAD!

Ok yeah the way you died was all on you being stupid.

God fucking damn it.... What am I going to do...

[Uncle Death just lets you talk]

Octavia, Stella, Loona, Millie, Moxxie, Verosika, Angel, Everyone. What are they going to think! [Tearing up] I'm such a fucking DUMBASS!

Well....Y/n Look at me.

[You looked at Death through teary eyes]

[Sigh] God I haven't done this in forever. OKAY! Congratulations Y/N! You get a shot at redemption and resurrection! You were selected to be one of the Horseman's subordinates and have been given the opportunity to become drum roll please! [Death Drums his hands on the arcade table]

[The Arcade suddenly throws confetti and balloons everywhere.]

W-what?

Ok let me put this simply. I am giving you a second chance at "Life"... Technically a 3rd life.

What's the catch?

Follow me.

[Uncle Death gets up from his chair and walks outside the arcade, you followed him closely]

[Pointing at a large structure in the distance] You have to work there once in awhile as a body and soul collector. Lets say.... Once A week. And don't worry, you'll get compensation. The Resurrection is more of a favor but the payment is definitely worth while.

I-is that the Tower of Babel?

Man you sure are smart, but we don't call it that anymore. The place has grown violent, and dangerous. We call it "The Tower Of Barbs". Its essentially a fate worse then death. Exploring a tower for infinity, dying, then climbing towards the top, only to climb even more.

Sounds fucked up.

Here lets go back inside. I got a couple more things to show you.

[Uncle Death then takes you to the employees only area of the Arcade. It was filled with Vending machines filled with Weapons, clothing, and oddly enough, Mushrooms and these things called "Deathroids".]

What the hell are Deathroids?

Something for me and now for you, They just upgrade your abilities and your overall well being. No side effects no addiction, its like eating PEZ.

I see...

[Handing you a bag] Anyways here take these.

[You opened the bags contents. Small shiny rainbow skulls are inside the bag.]

These are death metals. The more you have the more you can buy from the vending machines AKA "Hernia". You can use them right now or save them for later. Your choice.

[You counted how many death metals you had. You had a total of 40 total.]

Now lets get you a reaper weapon! I hope its something cool!

You mean I just don't get a scythe?

I mean you can have multiple reaper weapons, but your gonna need to work at the tower for them. [Pointing to a certain vending machine] Now go press some buttons and pull the lever. You should get your weapon.

[The vending machine looked broken and you cant even see the display inside. You pushed a couple a buttons then pulled the lever. Rattling can be heard inside the machine until a small red capsule appears. You grabbed it and opened it.]

I LOVE THIS PART!

[The capsule suddenly disappears and in your hands appears a Blood red Trident, the prongs are sharpened to its finest form. you looked at the shaft of the trident and saw the word "Belphegor" Carved into the metal.]

Belphegor? Like the guy who leads the sloth ring?

Yup! Now just put it into your chest.

[You put the trident up to your chest, a blackish purple fog absorbs it.]

Well Y/n, [Faking Tears] You're officially a reaper. [Sniff] They grow up so fast.

That's great and all but how do I get back to my body?

Just sit back down at the table we were at and close your eyes, you'll just wake up in your own body again!

Thanks Uncle Death, You're a Literal life saver.

Don't mention... WAIT! I forgot to mention. Your powers, those are practically gone. Whoopsy nearly forgot to mention that!

Honestly...I'm not that mad about. Only thing that I really wish I had though was the changing clothes thing... Am I going to wake up naked?

Probably, but don't worry. That little shadow thing in your body can replicate clothing you think. It even works with hats and glasses!

Wait shit! Stella had a kink for my claws!

That not my problem! Now Go! Shoo!

Alright Alright im going! See ya later Uncle D.

[You closed you eyes you suddenly felt warmth, then you heard a couple of familiar voices.]

'Kay, I'm here.

[Loona see's your corpse on the floor. she immediately comes to your side]

Y-y/n... C'mon Y/n... Wake up! This isnt funny Y/n! WAKE THE FUCK UP!

HAHA Oh Girlie you just missed it, your poor friend here got shot point blank through the heart. Bastard found it funny to.

Please Y/n! Don't do this! [Tearing up] Not here! Not Now! please... [Getting on all fours and growling at Striker]

Loona charges at striker and leaps at him. He backhands her.

Watch your tone mutt, [Punching Loona in the gut] This fucker had it coming! [kicking Loona in the face] Had the balls to ask me what I was fucking doing [Dragging Loona towards the rest of the I.M.P crew.] None of you even stood a chance!

Millie: [Crying] Y/n... FUCKING DAMN IT!

Striker: What's this? The legendary Mildred crying in my presence. [Bitch slapping Millie] S

[Moxxie could only growl at striker. Him and Blitzo had it the roughest. Several broken bones, cuts, and bruises covering there body.]

It should've been me...

Yes it should have little rat! Your friend here was clearly better than you but he managed to seem like an even bigger pussy than you!

[As Striker kept taunting and monologuing, you slowly rose up. The Purplish black fog sealed your chest wound. You then pulled out "Belphegor" from your chest. Moxxie saw you and decided to keep distracting Striker.]

Yeah, Im a huge fucking pussy! How 'bout you kill me since your

Moxxie NO!

I like the way you think [Pulling a pistol out] How 'bout I kill the rest of you to!

[Then the world flash bright red then black then back to normal, Striker drops the pistol and looks down at his chest, the prongs of your trident piercing his body]

W-what the [coughing up blood] f-fuck... h-HOW!

Rule Number 2 Bitch. In those moments when you're not sure the dead are really dead dead, don't get all stingy with your bullets... I'll see you at the Tower of Barbs.

[You then tossed Striker out the window, a loud thump can be heard. Then you kneeled down. You felt the biomass in your body slowly disappear, the only thing left behind was your physique.]

Y/n: [Gasping for air] Blitzo... Are.... you....okay?

Blitzo: You.....Motherfucker......Had us scared.....for a moment, Let me try gettin-- AHHH FUCK! MY LEG!

[Lin then bust in through the door]

What in Satan's name happened here!?!

Please Lin, help the crew...

I'll get joe!

[After hours of treatment everyone was about fine. Lin bandages up Millie's arm as she sits with her foot in a cast. Moxxie struggles to fit clothes in a suitcase.]

I can't believe you let him trap you, Millie! Haven't we taught you better?

I was seein' red, Ma! And he was slippery! And we thought Y/n died!

Excuses! You're better than that, Mildred!

[Moxxie closes the trunk and marches over to Millie's parents.]

Y'know, she tried to protected me. [drawl] And maybe I'm not a strong beefy dickhead, or a fucking oddity like Y/n, [normal voice] but Millie has the strength enough for both of us! You two are getting on her case about being hurt by a psychopath you hired?! [drawl] Shaaaaame on you!

Aw, Moxxie, look at you! Speechin' like a big boy with his big paaaants!

[Joe glares at Moxxie, curtly nods and leaves.]

Wooow! He nodded! He's never acknowledged your input before!

[Millie stands up on crutches and walks away.]

Soooo, is that progress?

[Coughing] Yeah, I think that's progress.

YOU MOTHERFUCKER! [Millie slaps you with her good arm] Thats for making me think you were dead! [Millie then grabs the collar of your shirt and kisses you] And that's for saving our asses!

Y/n...How are you alive? you heart was missing and you got shot by a blessed weapon.

Y/n: [hugging moxxie] Long story, but im fine. im fine.

[Moxxie just hugs you back, he enjoyed your embrace.]

Y/n: [Letting go of Moxxie] Wait a second...

[You moved away from moxxie and started vomiting on dry grass, a mix of blood, Glowing biomass, and black gunky shit expel from your body. The moment you finished throwing the black gunk took over the biomass and slowly disappeared. Killing the virus.]

Goodbye sweet friend.

[Lin walks out from the house]

Do y'all want to stay for din--Oh my~ Atleast take me dinner first.

[You then felt a breeze, you looked down and noticed you were butt as naked.]

My fault, I- Urgh Knew this would happen...

You did?

Yeah... Just let me [snapping your figures] Try something

[The fog gave you a comfortable outfit. Some joggers, a tshirt, and slides.]

Im too fucking exhausted to dress up... Need to be comfy.

Ahem, as i was saying. Would y'all like to stay over for dinner? We got the hog roasting now.

You guys want to stay?

Yeah, I'm starving.

That's enough confirmation from, C'mon guys. Lets eat!

[Everyone went inside except you and Loona]

so how are you feeling?

I could be better...You?

My gut hurts and I had to relocate my jaw, but I've had worse.

Really?

No, I'm just trying to sound cool. I actually feel terrible.

Lets head inside, [Wrapping your arm around your shoulder] I bet your starving.

Loona: You gonna have to tell us how you lived through that.

Y/n: I will...I will...

[Far away from you in a run down Motel. Striker is on a bed, talking on the phone.]

Huh... I failed to kill the target at the festival. Nearly got killed myself by that Oversized city slicker bitch. I landed a lucky fucking shot to his heart and that fucker manages to come back

[Stella drums her fingers on the table.]

Stella: Youre not talking about Y/n arent you?

Striker: You know of him?

Stella: Know him? IM DATING HIM! IF YOU EVER LAY ANOTHER FINGER ON HIM ILL BE SURE THEY WILL NEVER FIND YOUR FUCKING CORPSE!

Understood.

[Stella hangs up the phone. Striker twirls the gun in his hand.]

Bitch...I'll get him next time, and that walking talk corpse.

[Striker chuckles evilly as he turns off the light. His yellow eyes glow in the darkness to rattlesnake hisses.]