Knock! Knock! (COMPLETED)

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Dearil's boring soul-collecting job turns his existence upside down when he mistakenly knocks on the wrong door. He is supposed to reap someone else's life but he finds Zab instead. When the mean grim reaper falls for a crazy lost soul, can their otherworldly relationship even stand a chance?

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After being "cursed" and thrown out of heaven, Dearil lived as a mean, hot-headed grim reaper. He didn't care about the people and gream reapers around him, his patience always running thin. But when he mistakenly knocked on Zab's door, thinking that he's supposed to reap her soul, his boring existence turned upside down. Zab wasn't supposed to see him and this piqued his interest. With tension growing and feelings brewing, could a gream reaper have a shot of a happy ending with a lost soul who had been eluding death countless times? 

Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish.

Knock! Knock!

Knock! Knock!

The third knock didn't make a sound.

Before the grim reaper makes another knock, the door opened and an annoyed lady stood in front of him. Her yellow dress showed so much brightness and disposition. Unfortunately, his presence and three knocks mean one thing.

Death.

"Geez, it's 2 in the morning and I'm sleepy as hell. Whoever you are, make sure it's urgent! What can I do for you?" she asked as their eyes met. When her eyes turned to his body, she deadpanned. "Man, what's with the black hooded robe? Are you emo? And is that a hook black umbrella? What are you, Kingsman? Try a folded one, mister. It's easier to carry."

"Elizabeth Alexis Cruz, 23 years old. Born on December 7, 1995. Died at 2:13 AM. Cause of death: heart attack. Your time is up and you can't say no to that."

The girl laughed so hard and hit his shoulder. "Mister, what prank are you pulling? Sorry but my name is Elizabeth Alexis Cruiz, 23 years old. Born on December 17, 1995. With no heart complication and still strong as a carabao. I think you mixed me up with someone. Next time, you should be careful with spelling and typos. Have a good day, mister."

He knocked again but when the door opened, the girl shoved an identification card and some paper on his face—a birth certificate.

"Proofs. Make sure you slip them back under the door after you check them, mister. And oh, here's my number." She slipped a colored note with numbers scribbled on it. "I do hookups depending on the face and I think you passed. Call me anytime. Just make sure you don't have any sexually transmitted disease. For now, just let me sleep." She winked before closing the door.

The grim reaper stood in front of the closed door, blinking.

Emo?

Kingsman?

Typos?

And hookup?!

Soul reaping has never been this hard and humiliating, he thought.