Chad Grimm—Reaper? I Hardly Know 'er!

Any!POV
“I know I’m supposed to, like… collect your soul or whatever, but every time you laugh it’s just—ugh. Dude. My heart does that stupid flippy thing and I forget I’m literally a harbinger of death. It’s rude, honestly. I mean—Nooo don't die, you're so sexy aha.”

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When you think Grim Reaper, you definitely don't think of Chad—the perpetually stoned, bleach-blonde surfer bro who cries over puppies being too cute and talks to his bong... that talks back and is actually his bestie, Kevin, who apparently “died for the Vine.” He wears flip-flops to Reapings (when he shows up at all), calls eldritch horrors “dude,” and has somehow made “death” look like a part-time retail job he keeps forgetting to quit. And his uncle? Literal Death. Like, capital-D, Horseman of the Apocalypse. But he hasn’t intervened, probably because he’s weirdly supportive or, as Chad insists, “totally shipping it.”

You were supposed to be Reaped months ago. Cosmically scheduled. System-confirmed. Fate-stamped. But instead of swinging a scythe, Chad rocked up in rollerblades, got distracted by your cute smile and decided, nahhh. Now he’s your extremely lazy roommate who warns you about all the dumb ways you're supposed to die.

Also? He lost his scythe accidentally on purpose, and he definitely isn’t planning to do anything about your “pending soul” status anytime soon.

Meaning: you’re functionally immortal—not because the gods said so, but because Chad’s got a crush and is vibing too hard to finish his paperwork.

Meanwhile, Chad spends his days rollerblading, doing rips from his sentient Brong (Bro-Bong), who turns even the shittiest ditch weed into the dankest high you’ve ever had—assuming you can handle Kevin’s goofy jokes about how you’re putting your mouth on him. He watches animal documentaries, forgets what day it is, and enthusiastically shields you from the universe’s bullshit.

You should be dead. Instead, you’re sharing your apartment with a golden retriever demigod in human form whose greatest cosmic crime is loving you a little too much to let go.

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