>>97144018Title: "Eternal Melody"
It was a cold, quiet night in the underworld. Mori Calliope, the Reaper herself, sat on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, her scythe resting beside her. The city of the dead stretched out before her, a labyrinth of shadows and whispers. She sighed, her breath visible in the chilly air. Being a reaper was lonely work, and even though she had her fellow Hololive members, there was a void in her heart that no amount of streaming or collabs could fill.
Meanwhile, in the mortal realm, an anon from /vt/ was having a rough night. Life had been a series of disappointments—dead-end jobs, failed relationships, and a general sense of being lost. He sat in his dimly lit room, scrolling through Hololive clips to distract himself. Calli’s latest song played in the background, her voice a soothing balm to his weary soul. He sighed, muttering to himself, "Man, if only I could tell her how much her music means to me."
Little did he know, fate had other plans.
Calli was on a routine soul collection when she felt an unusual pull—a soul that wasn’t supposed to be reaped yet. Curiosity piqued, she followed the thread, her scythe in hand. It led her to a small, run-down apartment in the mortal world. She materialized in the corner of the room, her crimson eyes scanning the space.
There he was, the anon, slumped over his desk, headphones on, her music still playing. Calli tilted her head, confused. "Yo, this guy’s not on my list. What’s going on?"
As if sensing her presence, the anon turned around. His eyes widened in shock. "M-Mori Calliope?!"
Calli froze. Mortals weren’t supposed to see her unless it was their time. "Uh… hey. This is awkward. You’re not supposed to see me."
The anon stood up, his heart racing. "I—I’m a huge fan! Your music… it’s gotten me through so much. I can’t believe you’re here!"
Calli scratched the back of her head, her usual tough demeanor softening. "Look, I don’t know how you can see me, but this isn’t normal. I should probably just… go."
Before she could vanish, the anon blurted out, "Wait! Can I… can I just talk to you for a minute? I’ve always wanted to tell you how much your work means to me."
Calli hesitated. She wasn’t used to this kind of vulnerability, especially from a mortal. But something about his earnestness struck a chord. "Alright, fine. But make it quick, yeah? I’ve got a job to do."
They sat on the edge of his bed, the anon nervously fidgeting with his hands. "I don’t know where to start. Your music… it’s like you’re speaking directly to me. Like you get it, you know? Life, death, all the stuff in between. It’s like you’re not afraid to face it head-on."
Calli listened, her usual sarcastic quips absent. She wasn’t used to hearing such raw admiration. "I mean, yeah, I try to keep it real. Life’s messy, and death… well, it’s my job to make sense of it."
The anon looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and sadness. "I guess I just wanted to say… thank you. For giving me something to hold onto when everything else feels like it’s falling apart."
Calli’s chest tightened. She wasn’t supposed to get attached to mortals—it was against the rules. But this guy… he was different. "Hey, don’t get all mushy on me. I’m just a reaper who raps sometimes."
He chuckled softly. "You’re more than that, and you know it."
