The Watcher somehow seemed to create a "house." At least that is what she said. I think it is more of a "box."
Interior
Exterior
Outdoor Area
"Grim! Want to hear what the other Watcher's thought of you?""Never. Not even if I was literally dying at the hands of the lunatic."
"Some of them actually like you or at least feel sorry for you. So we are calling him the lunatic now?"Grim shivered at the thought of Watchers actually caring about him. How the might have fallen when that Species
cared. "Acknowledging him is as saying as if he is the actually reaper."`
The Watcher changed the subject, perhaps getting an idea in her thick skull.
"I was thinking that you could perhaps master the D.J skill and lead a club."Grim stared at the strange creature trying to tell if it was joking or not. The longer he stared the longer he realized how stupid their species were.
"Never."
"Try it out!" He suddenly started walking towards the D.J booth.
"Watcher! Is this some Watcher mind trick?"
Before he knew it he was playing it and enjoying it. Actually enjoying it. He couldn't help against his very best judgement he thought he actually agreed with the Watcher on this one. Agreed!
"So what's next on the list Watcher?"
"Wait what? You actually want to be a club leader."Grim thought about and smiled.
"Of course! I can start an anti-lunatic reaper club!"
"Grim I don't know if any one with join.""Of course they will! Once I get out this situation I will promise to reap their and everyone souls they love early! I'm a nice person like that. I mean,people are literally dying to see me!"
"No words, Grim. No words."Of course people excepted my generous offer. No other species were allowed though.
Before I knew it everyone was there.
The nightclub wasn't to bad. I had made it a million times better with my presence though. Nothing says more epic than death at your door.
I even challenged Bob to a dance competition. I naturally won of course.
I even managed to talk to a fellow "Grim Reaper is the Best Reaper" about death and how it will come soon to him. He cried with tears of joy.
"I don't think those were tears of joy....."
I spent the majority of the night talking to my club/click. It had felt great to actually be the leader of something.
Let's not forget dancing.
I sat by Mortimer and ordered my favorite drink, a root beer float. Mortimer was chatty as always.
"Here to reap another soul Grim?"
"Not yet."
Then I saw
her. She was beautiful, she was extraordinary.
She was as beautiful as an evening death flower after a long day of reaping souls.
I offered a rose that was a great comparison to her beauty.
"That's beautiful! Is it wilted?"
"Yes, the beginning of death is beautiful. We all die sooner or later. It reminds me of you."
(face-palm)
I kept talking and talking to her.
Before I knew it we were exchanging numbers.
I even took a picture with her.
Before I knew it I was giving her a quick hug.
I was saying good-bye to the others and trying my best not to scream at Bob.
He was too busy waving his phone around and singing some pop song. Not cool, not cool at all.
I walked home is quickly as I could.
I grabbed the cereal and ate in silence. Which was strange, too strange.
"Watcher?"
"You have a girlfriend Grim! She can move in! You can marry her! You can have the heir! I don't even have to stalk anyone for you!""Girl-girl friend? Mar-r-iage? Children?"
My eyes widened in terror as the world around me turned black.
