Alright welcome one and all to well an interesting project, interesting the point where I was so bored while brainstorming that I wrote this... interesting concoction that and I haven't really seen a whole lot of Soul Eater SI's sooooo yeah this should be interesting.

Chapter 1 Enter the Reaper's den.

Ever had those nights where you're up so late that even if you went to bed it would be morning in about a couple hours? Well I officially did it, not really a good thing I know but not like I had school or work in the morning, especially not when you've only had about 6 hours worth of sleep to go off of and coherency isn't the biggest thing one should be focusing on not when they had chapters to go edit and compose.

Don't know why but sleep deprivation seems to be the only thing that keeps the creative process going for me, I hate it but I also can't help but love it at the same time.

Yeah that's a weird love-hate situation if I've seen one.

So here I was wholed up in my room, slouched over my desk as I stared at my laptop screen, low beats of lofi music played through my earphones blocking out the surrounding sounds of the usual winds of the night.

My fingers tapping against the keyboard only to stop mid-way to take another look at the sentence I just wrote, making sure it sounded grammatically correct before pushing onto the next sentence.

Those little inbetweens were the ones that kept me from writing gibberish even if what I was writing looked more like gibberish later when I had a friend or two of mine take a once over to see if they could pick up anything that I obviously missed.

Stopping I took a couple seconds to reach for my bottle of water only to stop mid pick to see that it was pretty much empty, damn looks like I'm going to need to refill it.

Pulling out my earphones I quickly got out of my chair, taking my bottle I silently slinked around my floor and out to the hallway, making sure to keep silent I slowly closed my door just far enough for light to seep through a crack, that should give me a good idea where the hell my room is despite me living in this house for so long I knew exactly where everything was with my eyes closed.

After a quick refill of my bottle I made my way back to my room, to my laptop I sat down to get back to work only to stop and stare in confusion.

"Wha-the hell happened to the doc?" I mumbled out in confusion as the doc that I was working on was replaced by an old logo I haven't seen in ages.

A cartoonish looking skull, Death's mask the same Death from Soul eater... Shit it's been ages since I've seen Soul eater but that was the least of my problems especially when my doc was replaced by this logo. Grabbing my mouse and moving it around I expected the logo to disappear, instead nothing changed no mouse icon appeared nothing happened.

"Oh come on don't tell me it crashed." I exclaimed tapping the escape button as once again nothing happened, well thats just fucking perfect looks like I'm going to have to do a force shutdown and go to bed I could already hear my mum knocking on my door with her angrily trying to wake me up to do some job for her.

Fuck it better to have some sleep over no sleep.

Pressing down on the power button I tiredly leaned back in my office chair, staring up at my rooms ceiling I listened to the familiar sounds of the laptops fans immediately stop indicating that the system was shut down.

"Alright time for be-uh wha?" pausing mid sentence I stared with eyes open as the screen didn't shut off, sitting up straight at attention my eyes stared at the Cartoon skull of Death as it's eye holes suddenly had a yellow tint in them. "Well this isn't creepy." I exclaimed my hand moving to grab my phone to take a quick picture of this and send it over to my discord mates.

Unplugging my phone I quietly started tapping away at the touchscreen to get to the photo app I only stopped and stared at the screen for a quick second, wait where did the logo get to-

Gasp!

Eyes flying open, heart racing, confusion hold on what the-ow headache!

"Oooooooow." I gasped out, my mind going totally blank as the pain in my head just increased tenfold while I felt my entire body start to tighten ok no this hurts more than the headache ow ow OW!

Ok this has got to be the most painful thing that has ever happened to me even worse than the time I dislocated my knee, I will never forget that pop sound ever again in my entire life.

Ignoring the large pains in my body I pushed myself into a sitting position, my vision blurred until I rubbed my eyes, one thing I hated about waking up is the fact I had to rub my eyes just so I can see in the morning, if I could that one annoyance I would do it in a heartbeat.

"Well this is an interesting occurrence." Hearing the voice my head slowly turned up to stare up at a random person, blinking in confusion I found myself staring at a tall black cartoonish looking… Death, the same Death with the mask that just appeared on my laptops screen before… uh something happened.

"Hello, I'm-"

"The grim reaper?" I exclaimed seeing as he looked like the grim reaper from Soul Eater that I was just thinking about previously before… I'll got it 'the drop' for now.

"My aren't you intuitive while yes I am the grim reaper you can call me Lord Death, well it's lovely to meet you but I must say where on earth did you come from?" Lord… Death's mask appeared to move as if to give me a questioning look, which somewhat weird but also strangely amusing.

"Uh, I have no clue what in the hell is going on and I'm pretty sure I'm more confused than you are to how or why I'm… here?" I said in a questioning tone while I took a quick look at my current surroundings, I saw myself in a room that was surrounded by graves of different proportions, styles and religions but the one thing that really connected them aesthetically would be the fact they were old not like 20 years old, I mean borderline ancient pieces of history old.

And the room looked like it was painted to be like it was an aesthetically large barren wasteland and the clouds in the sky were… actually moving somehow or way, I now remember why I decided not to question the aesthetics of Soul Eater because it confuses the shit out of me and I decided to just ignore it.

"I see well this has got to be mind numbing for you, hmmm how should I handle this I wonder?"

"I could name a couple things you could do for me, like tell me where the hell I am why am I here or better yet can I go home." I said trying to get some sort of answer to any one of those questions.

"Well one you are in the death room where I main reside in my school called the Death Weapon Meister Academy or DWMA." Death said as I continued to just sit on the ground looking up at his really cartoonish figure. "Two I have no clue how you got here or why all I do know is that you just appeared on my floor in a flash of light and thirdly as you can already believe with what I just said, I don't know how to get you home."

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"Well fuck nuggets." I breathed out, my shoulder dropped when I had the facts slapped into my face like a rubber chicken.

"Now now no need to be so down look I can see your predicament and clearly I have feeling your not from around here, simple enough I could offer you a place to stay until I can acquire some answers to send you home how does that sound?" Death offered as an immediate response to my depression, if it was anyone else this would be a weird thing for them to say but with what I could remember of Death he was fairly on point with his democrated side meaning he understood that I am a very confused person in a very weird situation.

That or he has no idea what the hell is happening and is deciding to just deal with me in moderation rather than just fully going out his way to get me home immediately.

Either way I don't think I mind all that much really.

Getting up, I suddenly felt my foot slip forwards stopping me from moving but what caught my eye was that my foot was replaced by a wheel.

"What in the-"

"Well this is quite peculiar sight, you're a weapon." Death said my body suddenly overshadowed, looking up I found Death leaning right over me his large white cartoonish hand rubbed the portion of his mask where his chin would have been.

"I'mma what now?" I may have sounded more confused than I would like to be but the open idea that I'm suddenly a weapon is kind of out there.

"A demon weapon to be exact, a person that can transform themselves into powerful weapons used to fight the evil's of this world huh well this is an interesting, I wonder what kind of weapon you would have to be in order for you to have wheels?" Death seemed to tilt his head, his attention focused on my still transformed foot.

"I hate to ask this… but what does this mean for me?" I asked unsure what was to happen next especially now that I was apparently a weapon of all god damned things.

"Well you could take this as an opportunity or not but I don't see why you shouldn't stop you from doing the things you want to do." Death explained as I kinda expected him to give me this big ol speech about responsibility and power and all that other shit, man I've watched too many spiderman reinstallments.

Ah shit looks like I'm being SI'd again, wonder if being an SI is easier than writing one?

"By the way do I look weird to you?"

"Hmmm not really, you look like every other 14 year old freshmen that come into my school despite your soul looking a lot older than what your body shows of course."

"Lord Death said what?"

Well I was immediately wrong.

"I hate being 14 again." I mumbled out as I stood in front of a reception office, my right hand sore from filling out a large portion of paperwork ranging from status, addresses and other crap like naming n shit.

Ok if there was one bad thing about being an SI that most SI stories don't exactly pick up immediately has to be the paperwork especially when you had to create a brand new identity thank fuck they actually had paperwork ready and waiting but why did it have to be such a grueling fucking process.

Why couldn't I have been SI'd into One Piece? Paperwork is the last thing I'd have to deal with there.

Over in another universe

"GOD DAMN IT GARP ANOTHER BUILDING THIS IS THE THIRD ONE THIS WEEK!" Yelled Sengoku his desk holding a towering amount of paperwork that hung over his head knowing exactly how it came to be and how much time he was going to have to waste going through it and signing it, Sengoku only wished that he wasn't the only one suffering from such a great amount of work.

Back to the previous universe

I was done, but the only thing that appeared to be left was my name, which wasn't a hard choice I just went for the name that I've used over the last couple years whilst I was online.

"Ok Aunty I'm done." I exclaimed handing the final piece of paper over to the large but extremely polite and nice receptionist who took my form.

"I see thank you Jackson D. Holic, my well isn't that a strange name, then again I've had more peculiar names come by during my time." Aunty said as I just nodded in understanding while silently massaging my right hand, I haven't written anything with that hand in ages just recently I just got back into drawing but… I guess that's a bit of a pipe dream now.

"Now then usually we tell new students to make their way to the nearby dorms but since Lord Death has personally voted for you, you will be going here to this address." Aunty promptly placed a note in front of me, picking it up with a confused look I just saw the address that she mentioned on the paper with a small note attached to it.

Opening the note I read the following words.

Hello, I did a little check on your soul and I must say you have an interesting type, unlike most people's souls whos are more entwined with their own ideals or opinions or personalities causing a slight stiffness in utilizing their own souls, your's is more flexible so out of thought I decided that instead of throwing you into the wolves den so soon, you may as well instead experience some form of soul training.

So that is why I'll be sending you to the best teacher I know who can help with said training.

Good luck, from your new friend Lord Death.

PS your teacher is an eccentric character.

"Uuuuuh Aunty you know this place is by chance?" I quickly questioned watching how Aunty's smile grew an inch more in the curvature.

"So… my teacher lives in a graveyard, this should be fun." I said looking at the weird patch and stitched up looking house that sat literally in the middle of a graveyard, why I think I know but I feel like I should know this patchwork design from somewhere.

Weird.

Chapter 1 end