WeepingWisteria

Time looked up at Death. “You know about this?” Death shook Death’s head. No. No one has the power to tamper with anything. I am the only one with the ...

Time blinked. “Yeah, no that’s impossible. Death here can’t make mistakes.” Death flushed slightly, nodding.

Time sighed. “But that’s not all you are. I have dealt with millions of ghosts. And you’re not like them.”

“No. It can’t be. So, what are you and how did you get here?”

Time sighed. “Look, here‘s the deal. I know absolutely everything about everyone on this planet. One would call me omnipotent. However, the only thing I know about you is your ...

Death ushered the girl to the sofa, that grin never leaving, while Time took the loveseat. “So. Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”

Death grinned, always incredibly happy whenever a mortal treated Death with kindness instead of rampant fear. Time followed behind them, waiting for Death to phase through a pocket dimension. It ...

Death smiled and held out an arm. Because Death was always kind like that. Time looked away, face heating up considerably.

Time nodded. “Walk with us for a moment?”

“Well, sort of is my domain so, trust me, I know the type.”

Time blinked. “You’re dead.” That wasn’t very strange to them. Time monitored all sorts of not-so-dead dead things all of the time. The problem was that Time always knew that’s ...

Time hummed. “I see…” They tried to see what exactly this girl meant, but they couldn’t. It was like their awareness kept butting against a wall. Death, however, seemed to ...

Time hummed. “Oh? Then where?”

Time hummed. “Australia? You don’t have an accent, but who am I to judge? So, when did you arrive in town?”

Time and Death both waited patiently for her to respond.