「 My Life as Middle-Aged Robot 」
Oh, how small and insignificant life is. Have you ever once cared for the dead rabbits or squirrels that get ran over every day? Shed a tear for the one's who die protecting people you don't really care about? Death is so swift to the ones are claimed by it. Almost like getting a shot at the doctors office. A quick prick on your forearm, then it's over before you know it. Confusion fills your head as you wonder why you were even worried about the sharp needle's end. There was nothing to worry about, and you just felt emptier then before - possibly because you just had some blood removed from your arm. But do you know of the split second when you are getting a shot and time stops? A figure appears in that time freeze. The Grim Reaper. He is always watching the living, wishing he could join in the merry play we put on each day. But he isn't as upset as you would think, for he knows life sucks major butt. He just keep up his job because it pays nicely, providing for his family at home. He knows when you will die, he knows when your annoying little brother will die, he even knows when that idiot at school will die. He has it all written down in a large notebook he likes to call Death Note - he's had a weeaboo phase since the beginning of anime.
he would claim another victim.
The fatal flaw in his movements: the coffee mug full of pipping hot water falls towards the white tiled floor. A shadow-like figure out the corner of his eyes - the Grim Reaper? - a sudden play-back of all of his memories - yep, he was going to die. He wished he had gotten to talk to his daughter more, or spend more time with his students (except the white haired one), or do anything else to make his life worth more. As the burning coffee soaked his pant legs, the coffee mug shattered upon the floor, sending small blue shards flying, he never liked that coffee mug anyway. Once or twice he thought he saw the afterlife, but it was just stupid light being reflected into his eyes from the shards. He was reminded of how much he hated when that happened. He would just be on his phone, texting someone or something, and suddenly the sun would decide 'hey, I'm going to ruin this guys life' and practically blind him for seven minutes, unable to continue what he was doing. He tried blowing up the sun many times, using the power he had acquired, but the Prime Minister was all 'You can't blow up the sun, that's our only source of heat!'. What a jerk, didn't he understand he was doing this for the good of all of humanity? If he was reborn he'd have to remind himself somehow to try to blow up the sun aga—.
His thought were cut off as the searing pain in his legs took over his brain and causing him to pass out. The Grim Reaper, already mad that he was missing the new episode of the popular anime Kill la Kill, took Jin Kirigiri's life before he could wake up again. If he lived through this he would probably just issue a ban on all coffee mugs and coffee, but still end up getting killed the same way. What was this, the sixth time this month he had dropped his coffee on his feet? He'd had his chance to fix the ending to the story, but it was too late, and the Grim Reaper was growing tired of missing anime episodes. Pulling his life force out, he reaped what the Headmaster had sown, and brought the spirit to the Limbo waiting room. Once sure Jin was done freaking out, the Grim Reaper waved goodbye to the angel at the front desk, and descended to his quant home, his wife and two kids waiting for him.
The steady pace she kept, only broken every now and then when stuck behind some slow student, was like a horse. Galloping through endless fields of cleanly cut grass, the smell of flowers and nature surrounding them. Of course, she had never actually been horseback riding, but she can imagine what it would be like. She recalled a movie they once saw where a couple was riding on horses when the husband rudely threw some grass at the wife's face and laughed as she screamed in anger. She recalled how that actually never happened, and she had never seen a movie where a couple was riding horseback - she really was losing it, wasn't she? A quick mental note to check back in with the School's Psychiatrist, and she was back to her horse like gallop.
Terrible news had followed the great news of the Headmaster's death, and had totally ruined her radical day. She was now heading to the cafeteria where she were to announce this butthurting news. How could the Headmaster be so stupid? After all those close calls, why didn't he just leave coffee alone? Or not sign the contract at all? It would ruin his poor daughter's life forever, and he knew it. Did he really dislike how purple her hair was that he would just go and ruin her life, even after he was dead? Talk about daddy problems. Everyone in school knew Kirigiri and her dad weren't exactly close, but still, doing this was pretty stupid. She let out a sad sigh, and, turning her head, caught sight of one of the students. She turned her gallop towards them. If she had to tell everyone in Hope's Peak, might as well get some practice with this person first.
She pulled the student aside and looked away from them, hoping no one could hear them. Or hoping someone was. If this was spread in Hope's Peak as fast as other gossip gets around, she wouldn't have to worry about announcing it. Trying to look cool, she pulled out a cigar and pretended to smoke without actually lighting it.
"I have some weally tewwible news to tell you. Jin Kirigiri... is dead, but..." Taking a deep breath, she looked them in the eyes, feeling fear grip her. "The school had a contract where if he died, they would be awowed to... bwing him back as a wobot."
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