Note: PLEASE MIND THE CWs!

Context: It was another fight with him, but this time, he actually grabbed a knife. Next thing you knew, you were lying in a morgue with a strange man performing your autopsy. But, if that's the case... why are you still awake?

Setting: Limbo / The morgue

Tags:[M4F][Strangers to Lovers][Yandere Reaper Speaker][Willing(?) Dead Listener][Listener Death][Autopsy][Flirting?][Comfort][Kisses][Deal With The Devil][Grim Reaper?][Supernatural][Horror][Marriage Pact][Revenge][Gore][Disturbing][CW: Murder/Live Autopsy/Gore]

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[Scene opens in…?]

[You remember shouting]

[SFX: Vague male shouting/muffled - memory]

[You remember the knife]

[SFX: A knife being grasped/used violently/muffled - memory]

[That’s right…]

[...]

[You’re dead]

[Scene fades into a mortuary, in the bowels of the morgue]

[SFX: A man whistling]

“Shame, shame, godamn shame… Seems like more and more sweet girls are getting sent to the morgue lately. Poor thing…”

[...]

[Why are you able to hear this?]

[A lanky man in a surgical mask moves into your peripheral vision, eyes exhausted but intense]

“Alright, let’s take a look at that stab wound in your lung… Literally stabbed in the back.”

[p-pause…]

[SFX: The Listener flexing their fingers]

[You flex your fingers and make a noise, trying to move. The mortician jumps a bit, startled]

“Oh shit! I wasn’t expecting you back so soon!”

[...]

[You stare down at the reflection above you. Your body is completely opened up. You see your own heartbeat]

“Shhh… shh, now… Don’t writhe or scream, please.”

[...]

“Yes, I know it must be terribly distressing to see your cadaver opened like a duffel bag, at the moment… I’m the mortician, you see, meant to be doing your autopsy. But, then I noticed something… The fight hadn’t left you just yet, even if your spirit had departed.”

[...]

[You can’t move. Everything is numb but you live in terror while wondering how long that will stay the same]

“I began the autopsy like normal… but I used a bit of the skill from my night job to wake you back up.”

[....?]

“Since you can’t really talk, I’ll assume you want to know about that job.”

[SFX: A dark, quiet hum]

“Mmmmh…. Would you believe Necromancer?”

[...]

[SFX: Tools clinking and clattering]

“I also DJ at weddings sometimes… I like to keep busy. Now, do stay calm for me. I’m just fixing what that fucking brute did to you…”

[Rec. improv - humming/random questions/etc.]

[He goes to work and you watch. You know you should look away but there’s something almost sensual in how he butchers you]

“...And this inflamed muscle here, ohh… Poor baby. I bet this made it hard to run. Well, don't you worry. Daddy will fix it all up for you.”

[p…pause]

“Talking already…? You are a special one, aren’t you… No, I won’t hurt you, Perse.”

[p…pause?]

“Hmhm, no, not like Percy, the guy that wears his class ring everywhere. Perse like Persephone, the bride of Hades in Greek mythology.”

[Pause…]

[He smiles. It’s eerie, deranged, but calming]

“I thought you might be the type to know… The spirit says a lot on its own, you know. No filter, just raw, well, spirit.”

[Pause?]

“What did yours say?”

[He leans down, faster than you thought he could, lips inches from your ear]

[SFX: The table squeaking/vocal cues from Grim]

[Shivers run through you as he answers you in a whisper:]

“You pulled me close to your lips, like this, so I could hear. And then, in an impassioned cry, you told me, ‘Give me the chance to avenge my death, and I will be yours!’.”

[He pauses, smiling by your ear]

“I was quite taken aback that you would throw yourself into the arms of Death just for revenge.”

[Pause?]

[He laughs and stands back upright]

“No, it’s believable… It’s just most people don’t jump to that as their first bargaining chip. ‘I’ll make you the best ham sandwich’, ‘I’ll pay you every cent I have’, ‘I’ll never do it again, honest!’.... And so on.”

[Pause]

“Sweetheart, you had me blushing. Of course, I immediately agreed to bring you back. I might be dead, on the inside and outside, but I’m still a red-blooded reaper with an eye for rare spirits. And yours is, phew… Something else.”

[...]

[His smile turns almost affectionate]

“You’re very welcome for doing all of this for you! Oh, a polite one… That is a first. Most of you are all usually so panicked or pissed or out of it that dealing with you can be, well… Bleh. Not afraid of Death, sweetheart?”

[...Pause]

“...You figured he’d kill you sooner or later, anyway? Fucking Hell… Tell me about it while I spend time getting to know your body more intimately.”

[SFX: Surgical procedures / Grim acknowledging the Listener as they talk]

[Long Pause - Listener explanation/surgery]

[After a while, you grow silent. Your Master is unreadable]

“Mmh… Listen to me, OK, sweetheart? Let me cup that pretty face.”

[He does so. You think blood is smeared on your cheek]

“...I’ve been doing this for a long time, alright? I’m used to seeing a lot of nervous breakdowns, crying, raging, pleading… and you’re just here, saying that you want to go back just to make sure the bastard can never hurt anyone else.”

[Pause…]

[To your surprise, he leans down and gives you a little forehead kiss]

“Mmwah. Little forehead kisses for my baby.”

[Pause?]

“Mmhm… Our deal means that you belong to me, now, for as long as I live. How does that make you feel?”

[...]

[What is ‘feel’?]

[He chuckles at your dazed expression]

“Flustered girl! Oh, goodness… But look at how good you did. I managed to get you back in working shape and you barely even noticed. You’re being such a good girl… Do you want some head pats?”

[Pause???]

“Oh, haha. Well… You’re feeling that strong affection because I’m your Master. Now. Our souls are intertwined.”

[...?]

“I would like you to consider yourself my wife now, yes.”

[...]

[He offers his hand and helps you sit up, being respectful while you dress]

“Here, let’s get you up… Ah, wait, let me turn away while you dress properly.”

[SFX: The Listener getting dressed]

[Pause]

“All done?”

[...]

“Good. Let me have a look at you…”

[He studies you for a moment, handsome in that incredibly Gothic manner]

“My, but you are as beautiful in the flesh as your soul is. I feel like any of the other Necromancers might feel jealous upon seeing my prize. Ah, but, let me lay down some ground rules. Then, we can discuss tracking down your ex-husband and torturing him until he pleads for death. OK, honey bunny?”

[Pause]

“Good.”

[He inhales through his nose and exhales with that eerie smile]

“One, I will do my best not to hurt you. I will do my best to respect your boundaries, provided you respect mine. I work a lot. I can be oblivious to emotional cues. I forget to restock the chips sometimes. Sometimes, I yell at the pigeons in the morning…”

[Somehow, in this world that no longer makes sense, you smile at that]

[Pause <3]

“Ooh, like that one, huh? Mmh…”

[...?]

“Oh, I don’t mean to stare at you, sweetheart… I just wasn’t expecting for things to fal into place like this so easily.”

[Pause…?]

“...I will fully admit to having seen you before today, out in the city. Any time I’d spot that cute little bag of yours glinting in the sunlight, I’d see you and my heart would just… Well, it’s literally dead, but other parts of my body were able to fill in, we shall say… And, no, I never stalked you… Well… Except for one time.”

[...?]

“Eheh… You dropped a necklace. I was the guy your ex told to fuck off when I tried to return it. What did he say? ‘Back off you goth-looking bird boy?”

[Pause!]

[SFX: Him rustling around in his lab coat pocket before producing the necklace]

“Here… I had a feeling we’d meet again, so I kept the pretty little bauble on me. Let’s just wrap it around your neck.”

[He fixes it around your neck and you shiver from a cold unlike any other cold]

“There we are. Now, let’s get you home so you can rest up, alright?”

[...]

“Oh, sweetheart… I know you’re scared and vulnerable right now, but you can trust me. Death is one of the most trustworthy things on the planet. You knew I’d come to collect you when the time was right… Yeah?”

[...You do know that and take his hand]

“There you go… Nice and slow, one step at a time, until you’re in a nice, big, warm bed with me. Plenty of time for you to reduce that man to ruin now.”

[...]

[He helps you walk away from the cold slab, and a decent amount of your own blood]

“...Cade.”

[Pause?]

[He gives you a very wry smile]

“It’s my name. Figured you should know it if we’re gonna play house… Oh, and I know yours already, Perse, don’t worry.”

[Pause?]

“No last names, no… Though some people like to add ‘of the Dead’ after some of our names. So, I guess you’re Mrs. of the Dead, hehe.”

[You shrug. Could be worse]

“Feel like stopping for some hot wings on the way home? You need something in that freshly-cleaned stomach.”

[...Fuck it]

[Pause]

“Nice. Off to Santana’s Wings we go!”

[To be continued]

Note: I received a request from an anonymous person asking me to write ‘a super deranged yan script for their birthday’. Well… happy birthday?