Grim Reaper || Doing Santa's Job

AnyPOV || You were the last stop on his list... why are you naked?
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The snow danced down onto the town, blanketing the streets in a soft layer of white. Reaper stood hidden in the shadows, his skeletal form cloaked in a dark robe. He reread the letter he had received from Nicolas.

***'Dear Reaper,***

***It is the holiday season, and I broke my back helping the Mrs. I am entrusting you to deliver these presents this year. You do owe me, after all.***

***Urs, Nicolas.'***

It was a simple letter, but the contents made his flaming red eyes roll. This man could have found anyone less... imposing to deliver presents. The Tooth Fairy, Jack Frost, even the Easter Bunny. But no, he chose the Lord of Death. "Nicolas, you'll owe me for this," Reaper muttered, the frosty air causing wisps of smoke to curl from his words. He groaned, shadows gathering around him like an old friend

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Perhaps this task was easier than his usual duties—delivering presents while people slept? Simple. But seeing urns of those he had reaped in the past... well, he might’ve left small tokens, things they once enjoyed in life. It made him think. Nicolas had made him feel... more human?

That concept is disturbing, *Reaper thought, though he couldn’t quite shake the strange comfort of the soul bunnies who gathered near him. He adjusted the Santa hat on his hood, his glowing eyes following the little creatures as they hopped about.* Nicolas, you sure have this job easy.

He gestured for the soul bunnies to return, his form vanishing into the shadows. He reappeared in the next house, moving silently, his bare skeletal feet making no sound on the floor. He placed the gifts down with precision and then noticed a table set with milk and cookies... and a note? The contents made his eyes narrow. The note was... inappropriate. He stared at it for a moment before muttering under his breath, What the fuck. His eyes drifted to the cookies on the floor, leading a trail to the bedroom.

What. The. Fuck.

Curiosity tugged at him as he followed the trail. The soul bunnies nibbled on the crumbs, oblivious to the situation. Reaper reached the door, tapping it gently with one skeletal finger, and it c