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Does the Easter bunny exist?

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Bethel's POV:

PRANKS I mean who doesn't love a good prank. I for one was a hell of a prankster growing up I pranked a shit load of people both in middle and high school, but that's beside the point. The point Is that what was happening to me at the very moment had to better be a prank. Now I actually believe that Bitch Karma is real , I'm guessing this is my punishment for all the pranks I've pulled in my lifetime. I mean sure I dyed my history teachers hair Blue, sure I glued Mr Frank my biology teacher to his chair, but just to be fair and clear they did piss me off first.

I stared long and hard at the very much familiar man standing before me, I mean he is no man, I would say more than a man, with all those Greek god-like appearance going on.

If this was a sick twisted joke I would very much appreciate it if a camera man jumps out from nowhere and yells 'you've been pranked' or whatever. Because everything that just happened before my very own eyes Can't be possible.

"It's quite possible Amica mea" a deep voice countered. Wait did I say that out loud. Quite sure I didn't.

I looked at my boss with what I am sure was a bewildered look. Yes you heard that right the strange man that broke into my aunt's house is no other than my boss Mr Hamilton.

"H-ow, wh--at the?" I couldn't even phantom a whole sentence at the moment. What the actual bloody bollocks was going on.

He sighed. He actually had the audacity to sigh. Who was the victim in this situation again? Okay so using the word 'Victim' is a bit far stretched, but you get what I'm trying to say right? Anyways he looked at me with a look I couldn't quite decipher.

"I really didn't want our first meeting to go in this direction" he muttered to himself, but I still clearly heard him.

I raised an eyebrow at his direction questioningly. I know I'm not acting like someone that is clearly confused or scared, Trust me I am, but I think I'd rather keep that emotion to myself for now.

Mustering all the courage left in me I stood my ground facing him face to face, okay so it was more like my face to his chest because the dude was ridiculously tall. And no I'm not trying to defend my shortness.

I saw an amused look glaze his face like as if he knew about the debate I was currently having in my mind, but the emotion was gone before the word 'Jack' could even be said, making me to almost believe the emotion wasn't even there in the first place.

"Mr Hamilton what are you doing here, how did you even get in....?" "Do you think this is a time to be smiling" I finally snapped as I saw a smile on his all to stupid perfect face.

"No, no I do not"

The prat!! does he think he can tease me oh so easily. I almost wanted to punch him but quickly dismissed the idea when I remembered my paycheck will unfortunately come from him.

"What are you doing here sir?" I repeated more aggressively this time. I have never been this Scared/furious in my entire life. I mean the emotions combined were weird on their own to begin with.

"Like I said before I am the Angel of death Amica mea" he said with all seriousness no ounce of emotion on his face black shadows surrounding him. For a minute I was struck dumb. How on Earth did he switch form annoyingly playful to the ice king look. I gulped.

"But that's just not possible" I protested.

As I was carrying out a debate in my head black foggy smoke surrounded me, and after they cleared I realized I was definitely not in my aunt's house anymore. I shrieked.

"Do you still have the same thoughts as before Amica mea?" A teasing voice called out. Looking up I see Mr Hamilton looking down at me with amusement. Why was he this tall again?

"What the hell just happened, this can't be happening, this is most definitely not happening, it's okay I'm dreaming this is obviously a dream, a very bad dream" after my mini rant I pinched myself just for good measures to prove my point. But sadly nothing happened.

"You really are something else princess" he chuckled "But no this isn't a dream, now would you stop pinching yourself as you can see yourself this is very much real" he finished as he eyed me as I repeatedly pinched my arms. What? A girl can try.

After finally accepting it wasn't a dream after all, I asked the question that was seriously bugging me.

"Sorry If I may ask, how on Earth did we get to the top of the building of Hamilton's corporation, I'm definitely sure we were just in my bedroom in my aunt's house not too long ago?" Yes you heard that right we were presently on the roof top of the Hamilton corporation building.

"Uhm teleportation?" he says it like it was the weather we are talking about.

"Right, teleportation obviously" I hope he knew what sarcasm was.

"So what does the infamous Grim reaper want from little ole me" I tried to sound nonchalant but I'm pretty sure he could sense I was nervous.

"You've finally come to terms with me being the Angel of death?"

"Does the Easter Bunny exist?" I almost felt sorry of how demented he looked.

"No?" He answered not sure where the conversation was going.

"Exactly. It's not that I've come to terms with you being the Angel of death but with all that you've shown me there really isn't any other explanation I can go with, I mean Teleportation, mind control, those aren't just everyday abilities one can use"

"Does that mean you're not scared of me anymore?" Was that even a question.

"What? of Cause I'm batshit terrified!, I mean it's not everyday the grim reaper pays you a visit, and the only reason known to man on why he does would be to collect souls.... Oh my God is that it, am I dead?!?, I mean I don't recall my death, but it's still possible that I am dead" I rambled on not even noticing that Mr Hamilton had moved a lot closer to me, I would even say a little too close for comfort. Hasn't he heard of personal space?

"Amica mea" okay so I think it's well established that this man smelt incredibly good. And what exactly do those words mean, he has been calling me that since.

"Firstly, No you are not dead, secondly, there really isn't any need for you to be remotely scared of me, and before you even try to deny it I can hear your heart beat and let's just say it's beating hysterically, and thirdly could you please stop calling me The grim reaper or Mr Hamilton, just call me Seker" I gulped he was really, really close now. If only he knew the real reason my heart was going haywire at the moment.

"Okay Seker.." I said testing out the name. It looked like he shivered lightly as I uttered his name, or maybe it was because of the cold, I mean we are in the middle of November. No that's not the main point, the bottom line was that it was uncanny calling my boss by that name.

"What do you want from me exactly? Cause I assume there has to be a pretty damn good reason an Angel came seeking me out today" I finished with the raise of a brow.

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