Shenanigans with Death
Mickey was enjoying some peace and quiet, finally having gotten the twins to fall asleep for naptime. And as such he could be found lounging on his couch and enjoying a nice cool glass of orange juice as the sun brought some warmth into his living room. Positively a perfect day if you asked him.
If there was one thing Hades was good at, it was ruining perfect days.
“Listen, Mouse,” the god says without preamble as he appears only a few feet away, “I’ve got an issue that needs fixing and you seem like the one for the job. In fact, don’t even ask any questions, it’ll make it ten times easier on both of us.”













