[Opening your trunk you pulled out your essentials. A backpack that carried your skateboard. All it really had was some spare parts, tools, a water bottle, and some bandages. You maybe indestructible but cuts can still sting.]

Robo-Fizz: [Whirring up to life] g-g-GOOD MORNING E-E-EVERYONE.

Y/n: Morning to you to.

Robo-Fizz: What are you up to on the fine m-m-m-morning.

Y/n: Well Ozzie, Fizzarolli, and some other friends of mine are meeting up at the beach. Hang out and shit.

[Robo-Fizz then lays back down into your seat.]

Y/n: You plan on going?

Robo-Fizz: I can come?

Y/n: I don't see why not? You don't need to swim to have fun at the beach. [Holding backpack up] That's why I'm taking this.

[Asmodeus and Fizzarolli are seen carrying some beach essentials. Towels, food, and an umbrella.]

Asmodeus: Y/n, do you have everything you need?

Y/n: Yeah. [Closing trunk of car] You guys ready?

Fizzarolli: More ready than a teenage girl on prom night.

Y/n: Let's get going then.

[Asmodeus then snaps his finger, within seconds a Limousine appears. Robo-Fizz hops in the back while you helped Asmodeus and Fizzarolli organize everything in the trunk. After everything was secured you finally set off for the beach.]

Asmodeus: I'm excited, I haven't been to the beach in years.

Fizzarolli: I've actually never been to a beach...

Y/n: There's a first for everything, now if you excuse me I'm going to take a nap.

Asmodeus: Good idea, we have atleast 3 hours of driving.

[You relaxed into your seat and rested your head. Fizzarolli just lays down on his section of the limo and Asmodeus closes his eyes.]

Death: Hey Y/n, what's up?

[You opened your eyes in shock, but your met with the same Limousine you entered in.]

Death: Y/n it's me, Uncle Death. I'm talking to you telepathically. You can do it to. Just think about it.

Y/n: What's up Uncle?

Death: I have some news

Y/n: About?

Death: So Uhhhhhhh, you know about our deal right?

Y/n: Yeah, why? You need to me to come in?

Death: No! The exact opposite in fact.

Y/n: What do you mean?

Death: So my brother War decided to have the Bright idea to uhh, let's say, make our job easier.

Y/n: Huh?

Death: I'm saying we don't have to collect bodies anymore.

Y/n: Wait, what?

Death: Yeah... He made these...Freaks, they're called "Jackals" Equipped with gear that even angels fear.

Y/n: So your telling me my part of the deal is "fulfilled"?

Death: Essentially, now you just... Sit around I guess.

Y/n: So are essentially out of the job to?

Death: Pretty much, a couple day now actually. I've been sitting at my arcade the entire time.

Y/n: Oh...So uh what do we do now?

Death: Honestly just do whatever you want, we both get payed regardless.

Y/n: You know I've been meaning to ask, how much is a death metal exactly worth in souls?

Death: Shit like... One billion each, And that's low balling it.

[You started coughing over this Information.]

Y/n: Holy fucking shit, that much?

Death: Like I said, that at its lowest. If I had to tell you how much death metals stocked up, I'd have to invite a whole new number.

Y/n: I mean you've been doing it since the dawn of time, of course you'll have a shit ton saved up.

Death: Do you want a share of mine?

Y/n: How much exactly?

Death: Let me show you. Close you eyes for a second then open them again.

[You closed your eyes, then opened them. Your suddenly in the arcade but through uncle Death's point of view, he enters behind a door that leads to a completely new section of the building. He then opens a certain door and the a small chunk of the hallway is filled with death metals.]

Death: Around this much...

[You blinked once again and your back in the Limousine.]

Y/n: Uncle D, that's a fucking number I can't even think of. How much even is that?

Death: That's not even one percent. I have bottomless pits in my house filled with death metals.

Y/n: Fucking hell...

Death: Anyways that entire room of death metals is yours now, I'll send them your way. I'll see you later Y/n. I'm going to take a two century nap... remember to use the....vending.....machines....

[Your finally met with silence, taking advantage of this moment, you finally decide to actually fall asleep.]

Robo-Fizz