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Danny stumbled out of the portal and he was crying. It hurt so, so bad.
“Hello.”
“AH!”
Danny stumbled and tripped landing on his butt staring at the man who wasn’t there a second ago.
The man was taller than Danny, though that wasn’t a difficult bar to pass with him being only 5ft tall. The man was well dressed in a pressed suit and fedora, his hair gelled back and his skin pristine. Danny couldn’t help but compare him to some of the old mobster movies Tucker sometimes played.
“I’m here for our appointment.”
What? Danny hasn’t ever seen this man before, much less made an appointment with him.
“I think you’ve made a mistake-“
“Daniel James Fenton correct?”
Danny tensed at his full name, this guy knew him…
“Are you one of those CPS people the school threatened to send?”
“Unfortunately I am not. Danny, I am Death.”
Danny chuckled at the pure absurdity of the man’s statement; Death was like a skeleton guy not a 1920 mobster.
“Sure and I’m Santa!”
Danny got to his feet, only really reaching the man’s chest. Danny puffed out his chest and pointed a finger at the man.
“You get out of my house!”
“Danny, don't you notice that your friends aren’t addressing you?”
Danny turned and saw Tucker panicking, shaking- something? What was that? It’s black and…chard… and Sam was on her phone talking to someone and crying.
“That’s me… the black thing, isn’t it?”
“Yes…”
The man, Death, put his arm on Danny’s shoulder.
“I’m dead… I’m- no. No! You're joking! Please! Please tell me you're joking!”
Danny pressed his face into the man’s suit crying, getting snot and tears all over Death’s suit.
“Will they be okay?”
Danny peeked out at Sam and Tucker the latter curled against what used to be Danny and shaking.
“They’ll be fine.”
Danny smiled.
“Then that’s all I need to know.”
Death held Danny’s hand and they walked away.