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This is Officially Canon This is "Life" after the Apocalypse, like think about it, the living undead has been healed and the little girl grew up and....this is her at the end of her life...This is Canon..... I'm not crying

Prompt: You are Death, But in a post apocalyptic world only a few survivors remain, and you're doing everything you can help them because if the last human dies, you die too. The humans can't see you, but they can feel your presence and see your efforts. They begin to call you "Life"

Trigger warning: Mentions of Death, Suicide, Foul Language, and Murder included; please continue with caution

~Apocalyptic Life~

You sat on a ledge of a broken, window shattered building watching a group of people walk around this apocalyptic world with masks and weapons on hands.

You saw a group of injured and disheveled dead corpses of humans walking towards the group. A panicked look covered the groups face. In a panic you pick up a brick and threw it away from the group.

The group noticed the sudden change of interest in the zombies and ran the opposite way, the group to the House they had claimed as their 'base'.

Of course you being Death worried for these humans Existence as well as yours followed them into the house, you tried to make their lives easier by replacing batteries with full ones adding on some rations leaving the solar lamps on the window sill.

It was a silent night of them playing Uno to pass the time til a sharp knock with pleas can be heard alongside it. "Please! Please! Let me In! Please!"

You knew Something was wrong so you stepped Infront of the door, you knew all too well that humans can't see you but they can feel you almost instantly. The sudden change in the room's atmosphere with the pleading cries for the woman forced one of the members to move forward to open the door. As you felt the Human phase through you and reach out for the door knob you cursed as you think of a distraction, it was all too late. 'Damn it! Sometimes humans are idiots I swear' you cursed and stood there not knowing what to do. The woman enters Clutching her arm which seemed to be injured and scraped Knowing too well it was used to cover up a bite mark, you can feel the woman's soul for dear life. Instantly worried for the other humans you knock on one of the metal foldable chairs to get their attention. Their Attention immediately goes to the chair and some of them caught on and Sat the woman on the chair as one of the younger female Grabs some rope to tie them to.

"What are you doing!?" The woman Shreiked. "Safety Measures" The young Lady in Alternative Fashion stated locking the door. The Woman kept protesting, You were getting tired you were just waiting for something to happen. At Some Point you dozed off standing up until you felt a cold chill run down your spine, someone walked through you "Damn it Gerald..I was Having a Nap—" You cursed until you realized everyone is in a panic. The Woman they just invited to the house was Trashing around in pain. "What the fuck is Happening to this bitch" A Middle Aged Man shouted trying to hold the woman down.

You got your sythe ready to slash when you realize, Her Soul, it's Not Letting Go. You were conflicted, you can't collect the soul unless the soul let's go of their life. It's not like they can do it wilingly, Mortal souls let's go on their own, But her it's not letting go while She's turning into those Wretched Walking Copses. Then It hit you, This was Fate's Doing They were Helping you. This was the Hope you were waiting for....what the Humans was waiting for. To stepped Infront of the human Unsure If She can see you you 'cupped' the soul's cheeks and Said "Don't Let Go, Don't Give up, Your the Key to the Antidote" Tho woman let out a peircing scream to the Peice of cloth uses to gag her from biting.

Everyone stood guard to make sure if she's dead or an undead, Not even a minute later the woman came to her senses panting "Don't Shoot! Please!" The woman Begged her skin now pale with veins visible...one thing that stood out was Her eyes....Her eyes was Human as it could be

"Why shouldn't we!—" The Teen With a gun shouted....Why did they choose a teen to hold a gun I have no idea. "BECAUSE I MET LIFE!" The woman shouted as she looked where you were standing. Everyone sat there stunned, everyone knew there was a presence wathcing them always, They never knew that it was 'life'.

"Life? How Ironic" you said to yourself, but it felt so right to be called life, you were always called death but never life.

"What did Life say?" The teen with the gun said as they pressed the Gun closer to her temple. "'Don't Let Go, Don't give up, your the key to the Antidote' that's what She said" the woman said "I DONT USE PRONOUNS DIPSHIT AND I DONT HAVE GENDER" you practically screamed But Allas they can't hear you—"Life Doesn't use Pronouns..Life is Genderless—" "Thank you!...wait a minute" you Stood there stunned the little girl can hear you....ALL THIS TIME!? "Hey Kiddo, Can you hear me?" You questioned and the Child Slowly Nodded

"Sweetie, Who are you talking to?" Asked her I assume her mother. "Life, Life looks Very Cool, Life...is nice" The kid is smiling super wide. "Can you draw what They Look like" the woman Bent down and asked the child. "ONCE AGAIN DIPSHIT I DONT HAVE PRONOUNS OR LITTERAL GENDER" you shouted. "Life doesn't have pronouns, mama, Life only uses Life's name" the little girl retorted. "I'm not even going to correct my name on that one" to chuckled Maybe Humanity wasn't so bad after all.

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Prompt: You are Death, But in a post apocalyptic world only a few survivors remain, and you're doing everything you can help them because if the last human dies, you die too. The humans can't see you, but they can feel your presence and see your efforts. They begin to call you "Life"

Trigger warning: Mentions of Death, Suicide, Foul Language, and Murder included; please continue with caution

~Apocalyptic Life~

You sat on a ledge of a broken, window shattered building watching a group of people walk around this apocalyptic world with masks and weapons on hands.

You saw a group of injured and disheveled dead corpses of humans walking towards the group. A panicked look covered the groups face. In a panic you pick up a brick and threw it away from the group.

The group noticed the sudden change of interest in the zombies and ran the opposite way, the group to the House they had claimed as their 'base'.

Of course you being Death worried for these humans Existence as well as yours followed them into the house, you tried to make their lives easier by replacing batteries with full ones adding on some rations leaving the solar lamps on the window sill.

It was a silent night of them playing Uno to pass the time til a sharp knock with pleas can be heard alongside it. "Please! Please! Let me In! Please!"

You knew Something was wrong so you stepped Infront of the door, you knew all too well that humans can't see you but they can feel you almost instantly. The sudden change in the room's atmosphere with the pleading cries for the woman forced one of the members to move forward to open the door. As you felt the Human phase through you and reach out for the door knob you cursed as you think of a distraction, it was all too late. 'Damn it! Sometimes humans are idiots I swear' you cursed and stood there not knowing what to do. The woman enters Clutching her arm which seemed to be injured and scraped Knowing too well it was used to cover up a bite mark, you can feel the woman's soul for dear life. Instantly worried for the other humans you knock on one of the metal foldable chairs to get their attention. Their Attention immediately goes to the chair and some of them caught on and Sat the woman on the chair as one of the younger female Grabs some rope to tie them to.

"What are you doing!?" The woman Shreiked. "Safety Measures" The young Lady in Alternative Fashion stated locking the door. The Woman kept protesting, You were getting tired you were just waiting for something to happen. At Some Point you dozed off standing up until you felt a cold chill run down your spine, someone walked through you "Damn it Gerald..I was Having a Nap—" You cursed until you realized everyone is in a panic. The Woman they just invited to the house was Trashing around in pain. "What the fuck is Happening to this bitch" A Middle Aged Man shouted trying to hold the woman down.

You got your sythe ready to slash when you realize, Her Soul, it's Not Letting Go. You were conflicted, you can't collect the soul unless the soul let's go of their life. It's not like they can do it wilingly, Mortal souls let's go on their own, But her it's not letting go while She's turning into those Wretched Walking Copses. Then It hit you, This was Fate's Doing They were Helping you. This was the Hope you were waiting for....what the Humans was waiting for. To stepped Infront of the human Unsure If She can see you you 'cupped' the soul's cheeks and Said "Don't Let Go, Don't Give up, Your the Key to the Antidote" Tho woman let out a peircing scream to the Peice of cloth uses to gag her from biting.

Everyone stood guard to make sure if she's dead or an undead, Not even a minute later the woman came to her senses panting "Don't Shoot! Please!" The woman Begged her skin now pale with veins visible...one thing that stood out was Her eyes....Her eyes was Human as it could be

"Why shouldn't we!—" The Teen With a gun shouted....Why did they choose a teen to hold a gun I have no idea. "BECAUSE I MET LIFE!" The woman shouted as she looked where you were standing. Everyone sat there stunned, everyone knew there was a presence wathcing them always, They never knew that it was 'life'.

"Life? How Ironic" you said to yourself, but it felt so right to be called life, you were always called death but never life.

"What did Life say?" The teen with the gun said as they pressed the Gun closer to her temple. "'Don't Let Go, Don't give up, your the key to the Antidote' that's what She said" the woman said "I DONT USE PRONOUNS DIPSHIT AND I DONT HAVE GENDER" you practically screamed But Allas they can't hear you—"Life Doesn't use Pronouns..Life is Genderless—" "Thank you!...wait a minute" you Stood there stunned the little girl can hear you....ALL THIS TIME!? "Hey Kiddo, Can you hear me?" You questioned and the Child Slowly Nodded

"Sweetie, Who are you talking to?" Asked her I assume her mother. "Life, Life looks Very Cool, Life...is nice" The kid is smiling super wide. "Can you draw what They Look like" the woman Bent down and asked the child. "ONCE AGAIN DIPSHIT I DONT HAVE PRONOUNS OR LITTERAL GENDER" you shouted. "Life doesn't have pronouns, mama, Life only uses Life's name" the little girl retorted. "I'm not even going to correct my name on that one" to chuckled Maybe Humanity wasn't so bad after all.

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Prompt is from this Tiktok

Prompt: You Find an empty notebook on the ground in a alleyway one night and using it for reminders you write "Remember to feed the cats" and the next news, "Breaking News: Scientists receive message from distant Galaxy Via Radio Waves that says 'Remember to feed the cats'".

Seeing this happen shook you, A million of questions over run your mind "What?" Is the first thing you managed to spat out in the middle of the train of questions, you pick up the notebook from you dresser and flipped through the pages...The message was gone...there were no traces of it, not even graphite, ink, even writing marks on the next page were gone, you don't know what to do with it now.

A couple months went by You left some kind messages similar to "Have a nice day!" "It's going to be alright" Kind of messages. People have decided to make a whole entire Website to see the Messages you left.

You enjoyed being a hero in disguise, But now you think your the one who needs saving, you were running and running, there was a killer on the loose and they have decide to go for you you clutched your satchel tight, Sweat Dripping down your forehead, abdomen starting to hurt, you don't know how long you've been running but all you need to know is run to the nearest well populated area. Unfortunately for you, you lived in a suburban area, you couldn't risk your neighbors or strangers getting hurt in your own volition.

With no choice but to run meters into a highway you KNEW that the police were patrolling since the strict curfew, you were disheveled you were close a couple more miles.

Thud!

Too focused on running you didn't notice you got tackled by your chaser. You tried so hard and Pulled down the person's mask, you knew them! You didn't expect that You kick them as hard as you can. Miraculously you got them off you.

You took you satchel and continued to run, you know them, the person who has killed multiple people in your city, YOU KNEW THEM! It came to you as a shock You continued to run you saw the park filled with people, That's right...There was a festival tonight that's why you were out you ran into the crowd clutching the satchel as tight as you can fear that you will lose the only thing making you feel like a important person.

You knew that this fight is not done yet, you knew that they will continue to hunt you down now that you know their identity

You were cautious and on guard trying to look for the group of friends who invited you from the start. In the distance near a stall with street food 4 people was waving to get your attention "OVER HERE!"

Your friends waved at you Seeing an androgenous figure also waving you pull out the notebook and wrote 'If I no longer send any messages...I am Dead...I was killed by David Schmidt The Midnight Hunter'