Chapter 1:

Rock bottom.

("Sounds of digging")

If you wish to learn about it, then step into my fucking office. I am well educated in the matter; literally, I dropped outta college, lost all hope in my talents and now I'm grave robbing my recorded biological father's grave. Now don't come to me with that "always respect thy parents" bullshit. I aint Christian. What I am is broke, homeless, and colder than a polar bear's toenails. I ain't talkin' shit, I just think if my dead parents were actually considerate of me before they died, then they would want me to rob their corpse.

("Continues to dig")

"Why the living FUCK do actors make digging look fast and easy, but in reality, this shit takes Forever! I feel like I've been digging for fucking hours. Supposed father, why the hell did you get buried so low. I feel like I could've watched all of the 'Zack Snyder Justice League' in the same time it took me to even get this far"

As I reach my hand out to the shovel, I felt an ocean of dead cold air wash over my body and as I stand frozen; unable to move, I hear:

"If you came to talk to a rock, then I got the shrooms for you. The rock will go from inorganic to Dwayne Johnson from Central intelligence, counseling your relationships and feelings. If you're into that."

Once the stranger had finished talking, I gained control over my body and quickly grabbed my shovel, jumped over the gravestone and hid with nothing, but fear driving me. I quickly collected myself to confront this stranger. As I peaked over the stone edge, I realized I had been scared of a crackhead in a skeleton costume.

I chuckled at myself for a moment and asked the stranger "Are you supposed to be Death? Your costume looks pretty cheap to me, but aye, why listen to me, right? I'm a homeless, broke, thief."

As I uttered "thief" this Death impersonator had somehow started growing in size rapidly. In just 6 seconds he was surpassing The Statue of Liberty. As he grew, so did the show of anger. Glaring into my soul as if he really was Death he suddenly changed the night sky into a crimson hell. At that moment, I accepted my fate and dropped my shovel. The Reaper lifted his foot and stomped on me as well as the entire graveyard. As I felt myself get squeezed by this huge skeleton; pinning me, like a dollar on the floor. Trapped in darkness, I opened my eyes and saw the night sky.

("Long and desperate Gasp for air")

I opened my eyes to find myself laying on my back staring at the star filled sky and alive.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! WHAT WAS THAT!" I scream while swinging my body up into a sitting position. I quickly grab my shovel and ready myself to confront death.

I confidently jump out from behind the stone and point my shovel at him as if it were my spear.

"How did you do that? Are you really Death?" I questioned, while in fear of his response.

"You fear me, yet you question me?" he uttered with only dead silence to follow.

I attempted to respond, but I couldn't as the silence grew louder and masking my thoughts. As I was thinking this raging Death being was going to kill me, the skeleton started laughing. Witnessing a skeleton laugh without a throat was an interesting sight in all honesty; but in the moment, I was confused as to if this Death guy was okay mentally.

As the Deaths' genuine laughs filled the once fearing silence; I couldn't help, but untense myself.

Once Death had regained composure, he pointed at me with his long boney index finger and said "Is this the world YOU wanna die in?"

Not fully grasping the question, I quickly looked back at my life and how much this world has fucked me over and responded to Death, "I never saw the sign up sheet nor did I ever sign up to live or die in this dumbass world."

The Reaper pounced on the energy from my response and announced; "I did not come to you to take your miserable, sad, lonely, and uneventful life. I've come to give you a choice. You can live your life here waiting to see me again or you can come with me. You have 6 seconds to choose"

I; of course, wanted to choose the latter, but curious as to where Death would take me, I asked "Where would we go?"

As I waited for the Reapers response, Death pulled out a small sack out of his sleeve. It looked like those small bags meant for marbles and I commented "That small bag is giving me vibes from Squid Games when that guy tried to fuck over the old man. Just wanted to say, I support him. He had a right to look out for himse-"

While I was caught up in my comment, Death's small bag started to expand in mere moments the sack had imitated Santa's sack size on Christmas Eve. He opened it up and caught me in the sack so fast, I had no time to react.

"Death, you are a little too good at this." I commented while swaying in the sack.

After who-knows-how-long of swaying and me talking to myself, Death finally spoke since the graveyard:

"We're here"...