You wanna know about my life? What's there to say? My name is George Lass I have a younger sister named Reggie and I flunked out of collage,I wasted my fucking life and then when I turned 18 I got killed by a fucking toilet seat from space...ya that's right a toilet seat fucking hilarious right?! Well not to me it wasn't.
That wasn't the end of my story though,no far from it because in that moment I was chosen by the powers that be...whoever the fuck they are to become a Reaper and not just any Reaper but the one who deals with the accidental deaths as it were...ya my ass accidents,it's the Graveling's fault that someone gets crushed by a piano or what not...they are demon monkies for lack of a better word and ugly too but only those like us can really see them and once we touch our mark the soul is taken out and they don't feel a thing. We also deal with the murders,suicides and natural desasters as well.
It's up to us to get them to their lights as it were on time and for the record don't ask me what's on the other side of those lights because I have no clue really and everyone's lights looks different depending on the person seeing them.
My first reap was a young girl and her lights were an amusement park go figure. Any way I have seen much in the five years that I have become a Reaper and ya I guess I learned a lot as well. I work at Happy Time which is a temp agency and also a place I tried to get a job at when I was still alive but failed and that was my last act as a living 18 year old girl go figure.
To the living my name is Millie and I look completely different than I did when I was alive so that no one that once knew me would know who I am and I get to keep my cover. We all have rules that we live by even though at times they suck but they also allow us to fit in and yes even after death Reapers need to work to be able to have a house and eat as well which sucks but oh well that's just how things are...even after death it's not fair.
We all get our names by way of sticky poastits...you know the yellow paper one uses to write messages and then stick them up in places that they can see. Our leader for the first five years of my undead life was Rube but he moved on and the one that took over for him was an ass so we took care of him and when I say that I mean we fucking tore that bastard to peices and burned his body to ash and then pretended it was the ashes of my boss Dolore's cat and watched it be sent off to space...goodbye forever as it were.
Any way long story short I eventually told my sister Reggie the truth about everything to stop her from doing things that would get her killed and yes I know it's tecnically against the fucking rules but I am in charge of the group now because the powers that be decided it to be so. Reggie and I have never been closer since I told her everything and I regret nothing.
So now you know more about me and just remember death waits for no man and comes for everyone, so if you are human than you better hope to god or whatever shit you beleive in that you never see my true face, or that might just be the last thing you ever see.
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