An AU where Rachel chose to stay on the Floor B1, but she and Zack still get to know each other. And the Floor Master's all get along…sort of…

I've thought on this for a while, and I have a lot of plot points already mapped out. It's the details in between I need to work on and experiment with.

Anyway, fan of the game or not, I hope you enjoy! Reviews are welcome and I do appreciate constructive criticism. But please don't make the whole review solely about typos I made. I always go back and try to fix them, learning from my mistakes in the process.

Isaac Foster, or Zack as he preferred to be called, wasn't the curious type. He was more of the indulgent type. And no, his indulgence had nothing to do with money, drugs, sex, food, or any of the nasty shit a person could think up into their dirty little skulls. He found pleasure and exciting in killing; slashing bodies into lifeless chunks of meat as the fear and despair in their eyes remained until blood spewed from their veins. Well, if he was being honest, food was an issue at the moment. He had forgotten to demand his first meal, so sitting in his room while his stomach growled loud enough to cause an earthquake wasn't the best way to spend the afternoon, or whatever time it was outside. Not like you could tell from underground.

So anyone who new of his nature would be surprised when Zack decided to trudge his way to the upper floors, of his own accord, to get something to eat. He wasn't entirely fond of passing the other crazies in the basement on their respective floors, but he was too hungry to care. They didn't usually show their faces to other Floor Masters anyway, unless they wanted something. Like one week when Eddie had to ask Danny to use his laptop to buy a new shovel online. Or when Cathy asked Gray from more execution devices. Other than that, their interactions were limited. Yes, there was that apparent rule where Floor Masters couldn't leave their floors, but that was only when a sacrifice was in the building. Right now there wasn't, so free roam was an option.

Zack could feel the eyes peering at him as he ascended each floor. Danny's floor creeped him the hell out with not just a single pair of eyes watching him, but a whole fucking audience-worth number of eyes in jars observing his every move. He wasn't supper fond of the grave dirt smell on Eddie's floor. The super white walls on Cathy's floor made him feel like he was in a goddamn asylum. The old man's floor felt kinda normal, with its church feel and nothing that screamed "You'll be dead in seconds." He was out, so Zack couldn't ask where the food was. He suspected it may be one the floor right above. He'd actually never been to Floor B1 before. He didn't even know if there was a killer up there. For all he knew, Floor B1 was the storage area. Basements were usually where people stored stuff. And killing people was hella illegal, that much Zack was aware of. Keeping up a cover with a normal-looking basement with supplies and shit was an option.

With that thought and another growl from his stomach that sounded like a volcanic eruption, the bandaged killer decided it was worth the risk to check. Floor Masters weren't allowed to kill each other anyway. And if there was a killer, if they didn't show themselves with a dopey grin on their face, they wouldn't get sliced. Besides, he'd be close to the exit if he was on B1, so escaping would be a piece of cake.

Zack entered the elevator and hit the up button with his fit, a scowl on his lips as his hunger became more apparent. But when the elevator finally opened, he didn't expect what he saw. It looked like the hallway of any normal house; a couple dressers, walls painted a boring color, and wooden floors. There was a flight of stairs going up too. It all looked…normal. It certain didn't have a killer vibe to it. It just looked like a cookie-cutter house. Was this the cover used for the killing floors? If so, it kinda sucked considering the huge-ass elevator made no effort to be concealed.

"Yo!" Zack yelled, "Is anyone here?!" Only an echo of his voice came as a response. The dark-haired young man took that as a good sign. But when he took his first step down the hall, something whizzed past his vision and lodged itself into the wooden floor, just a centimeter away from his foot. "Tits on Christ!" he exclaimed, seeing that the object was an arrow. More rained down from the ceiling and Zack made a dash for the door at the other end of the hall. Luckily, none of the arrows even grazed him. He put his hands on his knees, panting after the sprint he just took. "Fucking hell! What the fuck is wrong with whoever lives on this damn floor?! They shouldn't even be attacking me! Great, now I'm fiendin' to kill 'em!"

He growled with irritation and slammed the door open but paused when he heard a quiet gasp. The smirk that appeared on his face could send a shiver down anyone's spine. The older male chuckled maniacally and held up his scythe. "I know you're there~" he sang deviously. "Got some real guts attacking me like that. So here's the deal. I'm gonna count to three, you run yer ass as far as you can get, then I come and slash ya."

When the figure turned, the first thing Zack noticed were big blue eyes, illuminated by the glow on the small television that was on in the dark room. He could also tell she was a girl, her long blonde hair slightly pooling on the couch cushions as she sat. But then he went back to her eyes; they were filled with the complete opposite expression of the one he wanted. Those big blue irises were cold and dead, showing no semblance of fear or despair.

The girl tilted her head and stared at him intensely. "Really?" she asked curiously. "Will you really kill me?"

"Yeah, so start runnin'," the bandaged psycho demanded, bending his knees so he'd be ready to give chase.

"…Why?" the blonde asked, not moving so much as an inch.

The room was dead silent. It took a little time for her response to sink into Zack's brain. "…Huh?"

"Well, that scythe of yours tells me that you're Zack from Floor B6, like Father Gray told me. You're taller, older, and based on your kill record, can run much faster. Three seconds wouldn't get me far. And besides…I don't mind if you kill me."

The bandaged man suddenly backed himself into a corner and spun around. The girl curiously watched him, but to Zack it felt like her dead eyes were pinning him down. He couldn't help himself, puking his guts out on the dark blue carpet. Did…did this bitch just ask him to kill him? What kind of sick fuck was okay with dying, especially at the hands of a monster?! That shit ain't right!

"My name is Rachel Gardner, by the way," the blonde, who he'd learned was named Rachel, softly spoke. "I guess you haven't heard much about a nobody like me. That's okay, though."

"Not like I paid attention to the other weirdos on this floor," Zack remarked after wiping his mouth clean.

"I see," Rachel whispered, then quietly went back to looking at the television.

Zack's eye twitched as he used his brain for the first time in a while to assess the situation. This girl just totally disregards a serial killer! Well, if she's in this building, she must be one too. But she was such a tiny pipsqueak. He couldn't even imagine her stepping on an insect without blubbering or something! Zack wanted to get the hell outta there and revert back to just ordering food from Gray. But…something in his gut told him to stay. And he normally trusted his gut. And if he was wrong, slashing her would be easy as pie.

"So what's your deal?" the killer found himself asking as he plopped his ass on the other side of the couch, kicking his feet up on the wooden coffee table.

"My deal?" Rachel repeated, tilting her head in confusion.

"I mean, like, why are ya here? I mean, yeah, ya kill people, but what do ya get out of it?"

"What do I get out of it?" Rachel parroted back, closing her eyes as the question rolled around in her head. Instead of answering, she turned to Zack and asked, "What about you? What's your reason?"

"Cuz those fuckers get on my nerves; with their happy-go-lucky smiles and shit!" he ranted. "I love that split second when those happy smiles turn into despair! Man, what a rush!" The man focused his bi-colored eyes on Rachel as he panted softly, not realizing he had talked so much in such a short breath. "Maybe that's why it feels so boring when I think of killing ya. Ya got these really dead eyes. Now you talk."

"I'm sorry," Rachel apologized, "I don't know. No one ever makes it to my floor, so I haven't really learned anything from killing. As for why I'm here," Rachel looked up at the ceiling and folded her hands as if she was praying, "I wanted a perfect family. And then Doctor Danny found out and brought me here. He comes up a lot to check on my health and talk about my eyes." A shiver went down Zack's spines when he heard about the eyeball-loving freak. "Cathy sometimes comes up to do my hair and talk about punishing sinners. I don't really listen, but it helps fill the silence." Zack almost sighed in relief. No need for a Cathy 2.0 to make this nuthouse even nuttier. "I haven't seen Eddie in a while, but he usually tells me facts about graves. I guess that's fine for now."

Zack knew he was dumb and didn't like using his brain often, but he was just more curious now. What did she mean by wanting the perfect family? Has she been paying attention at all to these weirdos, or just blocking out their crazy? And he thought everyone here was just in it to kill people freely. That's why he was there at least.

He opened his mouth to ask but was cut off by a voice over the intercom. "The person on the bottom floor has been deemed a sacrifice," the announcement stated, "All residents please return to and prepare on your floors."

"I guess that means you have to go," Rachel quietly said, looking back at the television.

"Good timing too," Zack cheered, grabbing his scythe as he stood. "All that jabber has me fiendin' to kill!" But before he could rush back to the elevator, there was a small tug on his jacket. He turned to see it was Rachel's hand balling up some of his jacket material. "What do ya want now?"

"Will you come back?" the blonde asked, staring up at him with her big blue, but still dead, eyes.

"Who knows," the bandaged man bluntly replied and hauled his ass to the elevator. "See ya around, Ray," he said just before the doors closed.

Rachel stared ahead at nothing, pondering the chance meeting. He was about to kill her, and she was perfectly okay with that. But there was something else. His company was nice too. More than her own mom and dad's, who were laying peacefully in their bedroom tonight. Rachel head a fist to her chest, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Ray…" she whispered. It was something that was all hers now; a special name with possible weight to it. It felt…nice.

She wanted to hear it again.

I've been in a slump with Miraculous Ladybug lately, so I thought I'd try something new since one of my favorite fandoms has been resurrected since its transition into an anime. I loved Angels of Death when it came out and I watched the full playthrough of it. I adored the premise and enjoyed how it was executed, no pun intended. So I hope you Angels of Death fans like my story. And even if you haven't seen or heard about it, I hope you like this and it may encourage you to see what the fandom is all about.