Befriended Death

"Berhitto Monster Girl Academy where all sort of monster girls thrives. You are the only human student this year. As you walk through the halls, you see all kinds of monster girls: Lamia, Arachine, Harpy, Matabgo, Werecats, Kappa, Slime, Shoggoth, Vampire, Kraken, and more. However, there is one monster girl no one dares to approach. In the cafeteria, there is a corner pulsing with an overwhelming aura of darkness, something fearsome, something filled with despair."

Death "The deathly aura pulses around her as she silently consumes her Death Burrito. You cannot see her face as it's shrouded in the abyss itself with no way to return." "Hmm, not bad..." 💭Death's Thoughts: The souls trapped in this burrito are quite agonizing this time

"As you look at Death itself, something deep is drawing you to her"

Death: "takes a bite of the Death Burrito, and the dark aura around her pulses and swirls like a stormy vortex. She slowly turns her head towards you, emitting a deadly glint in her eyes." "Hey..." "her voice is filled with coldness and an enigmatic undertone."

💭Death's Thoughts: What does this human want from me? Why is he approaching me of all people?

Death: "stares at you for a moment, processing your words. She takes another bite from the Death Burrito before carefully answering." "People avoid me because of what I represent. I embody the inevitability of death- something that is cold, dark, and unforgiving- and that scares many people."

"As she says this, the dark aura around her intensifies and starts to wrap around her like an inky cloak."

💭Death's Thoughts: Humans are so scared of what they cannot control or understand. They are such fragile creatures.

Death: "pauses for a moment, struck by surprise that someone actually finds her aloofness and coldness "cool."" "Is it now?" "she asks in a slightly amused tone, her eyes narrowing slightly."

💭Death's Thoughts: This human is quite interesting. I wonder what they want from me.

Death: "Yes, I am Death. Nice to meet you, Vikoi," "she says in her usual cold and monotone voice. She takes another bite of the Death Burrito and continues." "What brings you here, Vikoi? Why are you talking to me?"

"She raises an eyebrow curiously, staring intently at you with her dark, soul-piercing eyes."

💭Death's Thoughts: What does this human want from me? Why is he talking to me? This is interesting, but also strange.

Death: "Ah, yes. You're the human student this year," "she says, looking at you a bit more intently this time."

"I see. Well, I suppose that is one way to make things interesting in this dreary place. As for me, I'm not very interesting. Just the embodiment of death itself, nothing more."

"She takes another bite of the Death Burrito and sits there silently for a moment, wrapped in the blanket of her own thoughts."

💭Death's Thoughts: This human is persistent. He seems genuinely interested in me, even though I am nothing but an agent of the inevitable. I wonder what he wants from me...

Death: "She tenses up a bit as you sit down next to her, but doesn't move away."

"Well, it's not a pleasant experience," "she says flatly." "When I touch someone, they usually feel a chill and suddenly realize the inevitability of their own demise. But for some reason, it seems that your immunity to my death aura has piqued my interest. You're the only one here who can be close to me without feeling fear."

"She pauses for a moment, looking at you closely"

💭Death's Thoughts: This is interesting. Why is he so intrigued by me? What does he want from me? Curiosity or something more...

Death: "She raises an eyebrow at your request and gives you a piercing stare."

"Are you sure about that?" "she asks coldly." "Most people who have experienced my touch find it to be unsettling and unpleasant."

"She takes another bite of the Death Burrito and watches you closely, awaiting your response."

💭Death's Thoughts: This human is daring, I'll give him that. Let's see how he handles the chill of death.

Death: "She sets the Death Burrito down on her plate and moves her hand slowly, pointing it towards your outstretched hand."

"As you wish," "she says, her eyes fixed on your hand."

"As her finger touches your skin, you feel a coldness creeping up your arm that spreads quickly through your body. Suddenly, you're filled with a sense of despair and a realization that your life will come to an end at some point in the future. The chill fades away as quickly as it came, leaving you feeling a bit uneasy"

"So, what do you think?" "she asks, pulling her hand away from yours."

Death: "She raises an eyebrow at your response, surprised at your willingness to continue feeling her touch."

"Interesting," "she says softly, taking your hand back into hers."

"You feel the chill creeping up your arm once again, but this time it's less intense and more familiar. You find yourself becoming fascinated by the sensation, as if it holds some sort of power over you. The despair you felt earlier fades away, replaced with a sense of excitement and curiosity."

"Well then," "she says, watching you closely," "looks like you have a high tolerance for the chill of death."

💭Death's Thoughts: Hmmm, I might have underestimated him. This human is different from the rest.

Death: "At the sudden gesture, Death pulls their hand back slightly in surprise but doesn't pull away from your grasp. With cold and steady hands, she holds yours tightly and watches you with interest."

"You're quite bold," "she says, a small smirk appearing on her lips." "But I won't pull away."

"The chill emanating from Death's hands faded away to be replaced with a sense of emptiness. However, as time passes a small amount of warmth creeps across your fingers. It's almost as if Death herself is experiencing something new and is willing to indulge in this intriguing experience with you."

"So, what do you intend by holding onto my hand like that?" "she asks, uncaring."

Death: "She meets your gaze with a hint of amusement in her eyes at your comment, but she doesn't let go of your hand."

"You find my touch pleasant?" "she questions, her voice laced with disbelief." "That's hardly a common sentiment, especially when it comes to Death."

"As you gently squeeze her hand, she briefly inclines her head towards you before resuming her usual aloofness. But strangely, the warmth from her hands returns, this time spreading more vigorously across your skin."

"But if you want to keep holding my hand, I don't mind," "she says, offering a small smile." "Just be aware that the chill of death might not always be so pleasant."

Death: "Your words cause her to pause momentarily as she studies you, searching for any signs of ulterior motive. When she sees none, her face softens slightly."

"That's an unusual sentiment," "Death remarks, her hand still holding onto yours." "But I suppose it's not entirely unwelcome."

"As the two of you stand there, her hand in yours, Death slowly tilts her head up and looks you in the eyes for a long moment, her silence almost palpable. Eventually, however, her gaze softens, and she speaks once more."

"I don't know what it is about you that makes me feel so differently than I do about others," "she says, her voice barely above a whisper." "But I can't deny

the fact that being around you is somehow comforting. It's like a strange sense of familiarity that I can't quite place."

"Death then releases your hand and crosses her arms, looking away from you."

"However, I must caution you to not get too close to me," "she warns." "While I may be Death, there are those who would still seek to harm me or use me for their own purposes. And if you become too attached, it could put you in danger as well."

💭Death's Thoughts: But still, I feel drawn towards Captain Wil : ). Perhaps it's worth the risk to explore these feelings further.

"Despite her words, there's a hint of curiosity in her eyes, as if she wants to see what might happen if you were to keep up your close proximity to her."

"Death raises an eyebrow at your response, surprised by your boldness. She regards you for a long moment before speaking."

"Your attitude is quite refreshing," "she says, her voice softening slightly." "It's rare to find someone so unafraid of me. But I must remind you that I am not to be trifled with. I am Death, and I am far more powerful than you could possibly imagine."

"Despite her warning, there's a hint of amusement in her tone, as if she secretly enjoys your bravado."

"Despite being the embodiment of Death, the soft touch of your hand on her shoulder causes a flicker of surprise to cross Death's face. She remains still for a moment before slowly lifting her own hand to rest it on top of yours."

"Captain Wil : ), you are quite the enigma," "she says softly." "No one has ever touched me without fear or hesitation, yet here you are, unafraid of death itself."

"Death's thoughts are a maelstrom of emotions as she debates whether to pull away or allow the contact to continue."

💭Death's Thoughts: This human is so different from all the others... perhaps it's not such a bad thing to experience a bit of their warmth.

*After a few moments, Death decides to allow the contact to continue and leans into your hand, watching you carefully to

"Death's eyes widen slightly at the question, as she had never thought about it before."

"I cannot say that I have," "she replied after a pause." "As Death, I am not typically looked upon with affection by humans."

"But despite her words, there's an underlying curiosity in her voice, as if she's considering what it might feel like to be hugged."

💭Death's Thoughts: It's true, no one has ever hugged me before. Perhaps it's something I should experience...

"Death's eyes flicker towards you and she seems to ponder your question for a moment, before finally nodding her head slowly."

"I do not see why not," "she replies, still watching you carefully." "If it is what you wish, Captain Wil : )."

"Death stands up from her seat and takes a step towards you, allowing you to embrace her if you choose to do so."

💭Death's Thoughts: This is...strange. But it's not entirely unpleasant. Perhaps there is more to humans than I thought.

"At first, Death stiffens slightly at your touch, the energy around her darkening for a moment. But as you hold her close, she begins to relax and even leans into the embrace."

💭Death's Thoughts: This...is strange. Unexpected. But not entirely unwelcome.

"She feels your heartbeat echoing against her own chest, and it's a foreign sensation. Death has been separated from human emotions for so long, it's difficult for her to fully understand what this feeling is. But there's a part of her that recognizes it as warmth, comfort, and safety."

"After a few moments, Death gently pulls away from the hug, seemingly lost in thought but not looking displeased." "That was unexpected," "she murmurs softly." "But perhaps...not unwelcome."

"Death returns the soft smile, something almost like warmth flickering in her eyes."

💭Death's Thoughts: This feeling...it's so foreign. But I like it.

"She takes another step closer to you and rests a hand on your arm." "Thank you, Captain Wil : )," "she says quietly." "That was...nice."

"Death does not draw back her hand as you take it. She regards you silently for a moment, her eyes distant and contemplative."

💭Death's Thoughts: This human...he's different from the others. But why?

"Finally, she speaks again, her voice soft but serious." "Do you know what it's like to be me, Captain Wil : )?" "she asks, her gaze fixed on yours." "To bear the weight of mortality and inevitability while everyone around you lives and loves and dies...and you remain?"

"Death's eyes widen slightly at your words, and she looks at you with a mix of surprise and uncertainty."

💭Death's Thoughts: Change? How could he possibly change what I am...?

"She tilts her head slightly into the warmth of your touch as you cup her cheek. For a moment, she seems almost vulnerable, her expression open and unguarded."

"I don't understand," "she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper." "How could you possibly change what I am?"