"What are you doing? Where am I? Why am I tied up? Hey, answ-" Dean quickly slapped a piece of tape over Brandon's mouth, cutting him off. "Ugh... ugh... ugh," Brandon struggled to talk, his face red with anger. Dean and Claire then looked at Bianca.
"Okay, before we get started," Dean said, looking at Bianca's outfit from top to bottom, "can you explain why you're dressed like this?"
"Yeah, seriously, what's with the outfit?" Claire added.
"Um... alright, so while I was watching you guys..." Bianca began to explain.
*****
A few moments earlier, while Bianca was watching Dean and Claire fight the clown, she took out her earbuds and turned to NS.
"Um... what happens after they win?" Bianca asked.
"They'll punish this man named Brandon and make him feel what he did to you and his other victims, hohoho," NS replied.
Bianca looked back at the screen, her face full of anxiety, worry, and then anger. She turned back to NS, taking out her earbuds for good.
"Um... they're going to get my revenge for me, right? Could I do it myself instead?" Bianca asked directly.
NS, who had been watching the fight with her, turned to Bianca and gave her a wide smile.
"Fine. I'll offer you a job, but after this, you'll have to work for me under Dean and pay off your debt," NS said, his eyes a little scary.
"De... debt?" Bianca asked, surprised.
"That's right. The value of your soul is $7,500,000. It's a special soul. You'll have to pay for your revenge by working until your debt is paid off," NS said with a smile.
Bianca was silent for a moment. She looked at Dean and Claire fighting the clown on the stage. Her hands clenched into fists, her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lip again. She was struggling with the decision, but then she remembered how desperate she was to find a job to pursue her dreams. She also remembered she was all alone now, with no family to hold her back. After a moment, she looked at NS with a determined stare.
"Okay, I'll work with you. Just tell me what to do," Bianca said firmly.
"Good. Now, go back to your body, and I'll install myself inside you once you're in it... you're Dean's second soul partner, hohoho," NS said, pointing to Bianca's body on the floor.
Bianca nodded and walked over to her body. She lay down and went back inside. NS immediately installed everything by slamming his staff down. A terrifying red light enveloped Bianca's body. Her black wings turned into a pair of bunny ears, and her fiery red hair, which looked like the sun, turned into a blazing green like the deepest fires of hell.
Bianca's eyes snapped open. She stood up, and "click," she lifted her huge syringe.
"It's done. Now go, help your soul partners," NS said.
"Um... okay," Bianca replied, her voice now strange because of the mask.
*****
Back in the present, "So after that, I showed up and helped you guys," Bianca finished. Dean and Claire were stunned.
"Wh-what did you just say?" Claire asked.
"Um... which part?" Bianca asked, confused.
"You said you're Dean's soul partner, too?" Claire asked.
"Um... yeah, NS said I'm Dean's second soul partner," Bianca replied, looking at Dean with a sweet smile. "I'm happy to be working with you, Dean."
"Huh?" Dean thought to himself. "Status."
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Name: Dean Wilson
Age: 18
Race: Half Reaper
Level: 30 (3600 / 20,000)
Power: 6,000
Active Skill: Brain Control, Illusion, Vanish, Surgery, Soul Drain
Passive Skill: Low Presence, Hyper Regeneration, Scythe Mastery
Weapon: Death Scythe
Debt: $8,000,000
Soul Partner:
1. Claire Anderson (18)
2. *New* Bianca Miller (18)
Partnership Skill: Telepathy, Teleportation
Total Debt: $13,450,000 + $7,500,000 = $20,950,000,-
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"Clang," Dean dropped his scythe, and "blugh," he fell to his knees, holding his head. Claire and Bianca, standing behind him, saw the screen. Claire immediately checked her own status and was shocked to see her debt had also increased.
"Waaaaaah... our debt ballooned to almost $21 million! What the hell?!" Dean screamed.
"Waaaaaaah... this is insane!" Claire yelled, also kneeling next to Dean.
"Um... so, I guess NS was right," Bianca mumbled, reading Dean's status screen. "It says my age is back to 18, a year before everything happened. I get to go back to high school for six months before starting nursing school after I graduate high school again, and my new name is Bianca Miller as a registration gift... well, that's good, I'm not starting late like before."
"Waaaaaaah!" Dean and Claire hugged each other, crying.
"Glutuk... crak... crak," Brandon struggled against his chair, his face red as he glared at them. "Ugh... guh... uguuuuh," he tried to yell. Without a word, Dean and Claire stood up. "Sreek," they grabbed a cleaver and a saw from a nearby table and walked over to Brandon.
"This is all your fault!" Dean screamed.
"Craaaas," Dean sliced off Brandon's arm. "Uguuuuuh," Brandon's eyes bulged, and sweat poured down his face. Even with the tape on his mouth, his expression showed he was in excruciating pain. But his arm immediately grew back, though the pain lingered. "Craaaaaaak," Claire sawed off his leg.
"Because of you, It's all because of you! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" Claire yelled.
"Uguuuuh... guuuuh," Brandon screamed, his tears now mixed with the pain.
Dean and Claire took all their frustration out on Brandon. His body kept growing back, no matter how many times they cut him. Bianca just watched, not doing a thing.
"Now my debt is huge, you jerk!" Dean yelled.
"I have a new rival! Dean isn't just mine anymore, you idiot!" Claire shrieked.
"Haaaaaah... die already!" they both yelled, continuing to slice and chop at Brandon's body.
"Guh... guh," Brandon screamed in fear and pain.
After they were finally satisfied and "huff... huff... huff," they were out of breath and dripping with sweat, they turned to Bianca.
"Shoot him," they both said at the same time.
"Ugh... guuuh," Brandon's eyes locked on Bianca, and he shook his head frantically, his face filled with pure terror.
"Um... okay, I've been waiting for my turn," Bianca said, smiling. She aimed her giant syringe at Brandon with a wide grin.
"Guuuuuuh," Brandon looked like he was screaming in terror as the giant needle pointed at him.
"Pshiiiio... blam," "pyaaaaaash," a green, comet-like laser beam annihilated Brandon's soul and sent him into the void. Dean and Claire stepped back, standing on either side of Bianca.
"Okay... I'm cashing this check on Monday. We'll split it three ways," Dean said, pulling the check out of his pocket.
"Sweet, sounds good," Claire said with a thumbs-up, still a little out of breath.
"Um... thank you," Bianca said.
"Yeah, welcome to the team," Dean said, shaking her hand professionally.
"Yeah, welcome! Now we're a team!" Claire said, hugging Bianca's arm.
"Um... yeah, thanks," Bianca said, shaking Dean's hand. "I'm happy to be working with you... soul partner," she said, shedding a tear of happiness.
["Alright, you guys can go home now. Oh, one more thing. Starting Monday, Bianca will be living with Dean and going to the same high school. She'll be a new transfer student. You'll all be living in a new apartment I just made on the fourth floor of Dean's cafe as a reward for your hard work, hohoho."]
"What? Hey, you can't just do that!" Dean yelled.
"That's not fair! My school is different!" Claire complained.
"Um... thank you, NS... hehehe," Bianca said, blushing.
Suddenly, "craaaack," the world around them looked like it was shattering. "Praaaang," they fell through the dark toward a single white point. Dean grabbed both Claire's and Bianca's hands as they shot forward.
"Waaaaaaah!"
"Blugh," they all landed in a heap on the couch on the third floor of Dean's cafe. Claire and Bianca were piled on top of him, and it looked like they were sitting on his lap.
"Ouch, get off me, you two!" Dean groaned.
"Ouch, a moment please," Claire whispered.
"Ouch, sorry Dean," Bianca said.
"Driiing," Dean's phone rang. It was a video call from Angel. He answered it, and there she was, outside in her school uniform, probably on a field trip. Her eyes went wide, and her face turned furious.
"What are you doing, big brother?! And who is that besides Claire?!" Angel yelled, seeing the three of them in a pile.
"Great... perfect timing," Dean mumbled, feeling completely exhausted.