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[mean_sprout]

{backdated to... around last weekend?}

[In one of the neutral kitchens, there is a certain brown-haired Allen's body on the floor, by the table.   There aren't any visible external wounds, and no real signs of a tussle- by if you check... he's definitely dead.]

[Though he'll be waking up soon.]

[Allen was killed by

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[endless_clown]

[Chillin' with your soul, bein' Death. S'up Allen]

[mean_sprout]

[Hey, Death. Not much, just, being a soul... 8( What happens now?]

[endless_clown]

[WELL you can either regenerate and I will be there with your body when you do, or your soul can have a super special conversation with me that you may or may not remember when you wake up. It's up to you!]

[mean_sprout]

[Let's go with a soul convo!]

[By which I mean I'm going to look at you with my trauma face. Hi, Death. WHAT'S GOING ON.]

--What...

[endless_clown]

Hello Allen.

[mean_sprout]

...Who are you? [Okay, he has an idea, but still.]

[endless_clown]

I'm Death. [Stepping closer, putting a firm hand on his shoulder] And it's not your time yet.

[mean_sprout]

[That is incredibly unsettling, yet strangely comforting.] ...Oh.

...Then what's this? Why are you here?

[endless_clown]

I'm here to take care of you until your body is ready. Then I'll take you back to it.

How do you feel, Allen?

[meansprout]

When is that?

...I died. [So not super great right now.]

[endless_clown]

For you, it won't be that long.

Your time to die isn't coming for a long time Allen. I'm sorry you had to experience this prematurely, but I promise you'll be alright.

[meansprout]

[He doesn't feel like he'll be alright.] If you say so.

Why do you look like Allen Walker?

[endless_clown]

Give it time.

[Shakes his head] Everyone always ask me that. I didn't used to, but then it was time for change.

[meansprout]

[Just gives Death a look.]

...You decided to change into Allen Walker?