A/N: This is a sneak peek of the next chapter. I want to get something out since I promised to get a chapter out by June/July. I have been busy this summer and unable to actually work on this (mainly because I've been working on my FictionPress account).

Current word count: 1359

Expected word count when finished: ~3000+

This chapter will be replaced once the new chapter is imported.

"Ah really wished these guys labeled their rooms," Heather said. "That would make things way much easier."

Heather looked through what seemed to be at least a hundred rooms so far and no sign of the jailer's room. She managed to elude majority of the guards that were chasing her by hiding in a room, but some still roamed the halls. Taking refuge in yet another room, she slumped to the ground to catch her breath.

"Guess it's not really easy being a big girl, huh?" she muttered. "Now where the hell is this room?"

The room she found herself in looked to be some kind of bedroom. Not really fancy or anything, a simple bed, desk, dresser, etc. Curious, she started to look around. Now most of the rooms she stumbled into were either storerooms or just plain empty rooms (which she found kinda strange), none which seemed to be of the jailer's room. This may be what she was looking for.

She went over to the desk and looked through what was on it, finding nothing interesting though, just a bunch of papers. She then noticed an absurdly large key adorned with a skull.

"Huh, the plot armor must be strong. Either that or I'm extremely lucky."

She grabbed the key and was about to head out when the door swung open. In front of it was a HUGE man, he was so tall that the top of the door went up to his shoulders. But to add to that he was also extremely FAT, though morbidly obese would be a better term to describe him. He did not have much clothes on either, though it was doubtful he would actually fit any clothes at all, as he wore some kind of leather skirt and leather stabs along his chest. His limbs were probably as thick and wide as she was, and that was putting it lightly.

"YOU!" he boomed, as he stepped into the room. "You are the one who escaped!"

Heather didn't really process what he said, mainly because she was still processing what exactly was standing in front of her. What came out of her mouth next is because of this still processing information.

"How are yah standing?"

The man's head turned red. "A-are you insulting my WEIGHT?!"

She scratched her head. "...Is this a trick question?"

The man roared and charged straight at her with surprising speed. She quickly jumped out of the way to avoid the lumbering mountain of flesh and watched him run through a wall in his room, taking it down as if it wasn't solid stone.

"Uh, ah am going now...bye."

She grabbed the key and bolted out of there. She could hear the man's shouting and his heavy footsteps behind her. "Holy cow, how's he moving that fast?"

Rounding a corner, she spotted two guards with swords blocking her path. She instinctively armored up and knocked them over like bowling pins...plus everyone that was standing behind them (she didn't really see everyone else).

"Screw this maze, ah'm going the faster route."

Instead of turning at the corner, she decided to go through the wall. She smashed through the wall if it was made of plaster. Shaking off the dust, she continued to run.

Elsewhere, a blackish rift opened up and two female figures stepped through. The taller of the two was dressed in a black strapless ball gown-like dress with a corset bodice in the front, and the bottom of the dress was cut into jagged spikes. The dress heavily emphasized her chest, even though it kept her modest, it didn't really cover her from the neck to her chest, sides, and as well as her back. She also wore black mozzetta with an orange trim that had a hood and sleeves. The hood had a bright orange glow coming from it, obscuring her face. A sash with a green emerald in the middle around her waist. The other wore a black cloak and hood and a purple dress with black tights and laced-up boots. On her right leg was a leather strap that held several throwing knives. Her hood was down showing off her pale face and black bobcut styled hair.

"Of all the places we can go, we go to a dark, cliché-like castle?" the shorter one asked. "Couldn't we go somewhere that isn't like the Underworld?"

"To be totally honest, Lucy," the tall one said. "This is supposed to be some kind of medieval-like world. We just so happened to end up in a castle."

"Right, an evil and totally edgy castle, like your house," Lucy said. "What is it with evil people and castle, Gina?"

"Compensating?" Gina wondered out loud before looking around. "Oh, Lucy darling, I think you should move a bit to your right."

"Why?"

Suddenly someone ran right into Lucy, taking both of them to the ground.

"Because that."

Lucy groaned into the ground. "You could've done something instead of standing there..." she pulled her head off the ground. "What ran into me? It felt like a bull or something."

Gina was one step ahead of the other woman. The other person, a female, was holding her head and was most likely seeing stars right now. Gina couldn't help but notice how similar the female appeared, vaguely resembling a familiar green-clad friend of hers, except a tad bit more chubbier. She also noticed something off about her as well.

"Ow, ah FELT that," she said. "What did ah run into?"

"Oh nothing, just my partner."

"Hey!"

The girl shook her head and blinked before looking at Gina. "Pardon me, miss. But ah have places to go and a fat ball of lard tah avoid."

"Hm?"

Just then, the FATTEST person the two have even seen rounded the corner. The two had seen some ridiculous stuff before, but this takes the cake.

"Did you think you can outrun me?! Think again little girl!" he bellowed.

"How is he standing?" Lucy asked. "His legs are so small."

"How does a person get that big anyways?" Gina added.

The man's face turned red and he charged the three. "RAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!"

"We gotta run!" the girl said as she grabbed Gina by the arm.

"We don't." Gina said as she balled her hand into a fist.

Heather thought the woman was suicidal when she refused to budge. But what happened next instantly changed her mind.

The woman pulled her fist back and punched the air in front of her. A thunderous 'boom' followed, along with the shaking of the entire castle, and the ensuing shockwave. When everything settled, she saw a large hole not only in the man's torso, but several holes in the walls that were behind him and the initial wall. The corpse fell to the ground with a another loud boom.

She saw the woman blow the smoke off her fist before lowering it. "Rude, loud, and fat. How disgusting."

"Do you have to show off like that?" the other woman deadpanned.

"Depends, if I used my actual weapon, I would've brought the castle down as well."

"It...can do that?"

"If I wanted it to, it's pretty finicky with the sharpness, moody I would say."

Heather blinked before speaking, "Are you two Wanderers or something?" she asked.

"Wanderers? Oh no darling, while we may look similarly dressed like them, we are not them," the first woman said. "Name's Gina Reaper, and this is my partner, Lucy Marigold."

"Hello," Lucy said. "Say this doesn't look like a place a youngster like you should be."

"Uh, cause ah'm not supposed to be here. Ah don't even know how ah got here in the first place."

"Hm, that is a problem...well, workplace rules prohibit us from interfering with the affairs of the living..." Gina muttered.

"Like you ever follow them." Lucy whispered back.

"Hey, I have literally no vacation time. This is my vacation, I do what I want to do!"

Heather could only sigh and silently facepalm as she watched the two bicker.

A/N: The OC featured in this sneak peek is made by Lucy the Medic. I've collaborated with her on one of her stories and she made a really good drawing of Gina. Her Deviantart name is: Princess-Fang. (FYI, the name on the poster is spelt wrong intentionally, don't hound her or me because of it, ok?)

Lucy Marigold "The Firebug" submitted by Lucy the Medic
Age: 33 (before her death) (looks 22)
Height: 5' 2''
Weight: 125 lbs
Bio: A former assassin, Lucy was killed by her (now ex-best friend/partner) friend/partner after they were caught during a job. She was recruited by the Grim Reaper himself as a Reaper due to her skills, and was paired up with Gina Reaper to study under her and learn the trade of 'a Reaper'. Reminiscent of the assassins of the old, Lucy fights exclusively with knives and can stand up to other types of bladed weapons with ease. She acts as a voice of reason for her eccentric partner, and often gets caught up with her antics.