The Reaper’s Final Job Chapter 1:Reaper #R-34937
Hi everyone! Here’s a preview of my R76 fic that I’ve been working on for a while. It’s already finished, so I’m going to be publishing chapters frequently and drawing a picture for each chapter.
You can read The Reaper’s Final Job here!
Also, here’s a preview from the first chapter:
“You again?” The Administrator shaped like a young woman at the Desk asks with a bored look on her face. She is in a black suit. Her chin rests on her left hand while the other picks at the long, dark violet nails. “Do you ever stop working?” She asks the dark figure that stands still as if unaffected by her question. She huffs and looks into the black holes in his mask that resemble the skull of an owl, trying to see if what she said even registered. The dark hooded figure puts his hand on the now ready scanner and slightly turns his head towards her, looking her square in the eyes. She does not waver.
The machine chimes, breaking the silence. “Reaper number R-34937.” The same robotic voice now coming from the scanner confirms. A glowing screen rises before the young woman; her purple lips are in a pout as she looks over his file. Dark violet eyes scan the information quickly as she presses through the screen with an index finger. Her other hand rests under her cheek as she continues to read the updates on his profile. Meanwhile, the dark figure puts his glove back on.
The young woman whistles as she finds something that piques her interest on the screen. She brushes brown and purple hair from the unshaven side of her head and looks up at him with a smirk. “I see,” she says with appraising eyes. “You have a very impressive record.” She scrolls a bit more. “And apparently you’ve gained a lot of favor with the higher-ups. It looks like they’re cutting you a deal because of your outstanding work.”
“What deal?” He asks with his gravelly, metallic voice, which unfurls like smoke through the air. His tone is void of excitement or any kind of emotion. She looks at the screen and reads a bit more. Her eyes widen for a second and she goes back to read something else. Her eyes say that she just discovered something very interesting, but she composes her expression and looks back to him.
“You need to reap one thousand souls and then you're done.”
“Too easy. What’s the catch?”
“Compared to everyone else here, you’re really desperate to fulfill your contract, huh? You got some business waiting for you on the other side?”
“Sombra.”
She sighs and rolls her eyes. “Okay, Mr. Efficient. One thousand souls… and one more. It’s a special case, but you only get more information on it after you get your one thousand.” Sombra doesn’t have to look up to know that he isn’t pleased to hear this information. “Hey, you know I don’t make the rules.” She shrugs.
