Hey guys! 

How's everyone holding up?? All my love and kisses!!!

Wanted to post a lil something special since I missed the deadline for Halloween! 

I've been working on projects off of Wattpad (Eeep!) but I wanted to get something fun up for you guys!!!! Don't worry, you don't have to celebrate Thanksgiving to read this, but if you do celebrate, HAPPY THANKSGIVING IN ADVANCE AND ENJOY ALL THE PIE!!! ;)

P.S- You're going to want to read the note at the end of this chapter... ;)

(Formatting was supposed to be centered for the script, sorry!)

Pilgrim is My BFF

The following special chapter is an alternate reality where the characters of the Death is My BFF Manuscript area actual paid actors playing their roles. Please enjoy this GOBBLE GOBBLE script format promotion of the Manuscript, through behind the scenes footage and exclusive interviews with the cast.

Keep keep in mind this is exaggerated for comedic relief, while also giving you a small glimpse into an epic version of Death is My BFF you certainly will never forget... ;)

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CUT TO: Faith Williams' bedroom. There's a makeup vanity as you walk in and a queen-sized bed with a dark purple comforter and a furry body pillow amongst other decorative pillows. Band posters cover the walls, as well as some of Faith's paintings. Speaking of, the whole room has remnants of the character's love of art, with a standing canvas board by the window and small stacks of blank and finished canvases by a walk-in-closet.

Interviewer

Hi, everyone! Welcome to the set of Death is My BFF the Manuscript! My name is Interviewer from Some Vague Company. I'm so excited to be here in Faith William's set bedroom with the lovely Faith, who plays the role of Faith Williams. Faith, why don't you tell us a bit about your character?

Faith is wearing a black t-shirt with high-waisted ripped medium washed jeans. Her eyeshadow is moody, her lips are maroon, and her long black hair is twisted into a braid that hangs over her one shoulder. Her smile is sweet, and she seems a little shy to be interviewed, but very friendly.

Faith

Hey! So, Faith Williams is honestly so much fun play. She's a senior in high school with typical teenage angst, but she's also very mature and uniquely herself. Edgy, too, like she does her own thing, which I love. Faith is super creative. Painting, drawing, fashion, you name it. Pretty much anything artsy interests her. She's also smart. Like, top of her class, smart. She's laser focused on her AP classes to get scholarships for her dream art school, otherwise she won't be able to afford it.

Interviewer

It sounds like Faith is constantly buried in her school work!

Faith Williams

Oh, totally. I mean, the poor girl hardly has a social life. She starts feeling lonely and out of touch with what everyone else her age is doing. Which leads to Faith and Marcy Delgado, Faith's hilariously inappropriate best friend, going to this massive costume party that everyone and their mother is attending. Faith doesn't have any other good friends besides Marcy, and she's never even kissed a boy, let alone had a five-minute conversation with the male species, so she forces herself out of her comfort zone to meet new people.

Interviewer

Which of course leads to her crossing paths with the man, the myth, the legend! Talk about an intense first interaction between grown up Faith and Death. What can you say about the pool house scene that's different than the versions the FADE fans have read?

Faith

The pool house scene...oh boy. That scene definitely sets the tone for the cat and mouse dynamic between Manuscript Death and Faith. Death is like, this big cocky macho guy. When you get some insight about what he does as the Grim Reaper, you really don't think Faith is in over her head with him. But the truth is, they're both in over their head from the beginning. I think he's pretty stunned by how tough she is!

Interviewer

After reading the DIMBFF Manuscript, I can wholeheartedly agree. Faith's fiery personality clashes with his undeniable alpha ambiance. But of course, I have to ask about that infamously hot chemistry between Death and Faith. Does any of that fiery attraction linger off set?

Faith cringes a little.

Faith

I thought you might ask me that...

Interviewer

You don't have to answer. It's just, the tabloids have had so many rumors... And I thought I read somewhere that you two aren't all that different than your characters off set?

Faith

Sure... we're pretty much the same off set. But you know how it is, you get some fame, the fans are rabid after your abs, eighty more books come out for the series with your name in the forefront of the title. It might start to get to your head...

Faith is now away from the interviewer and speaking directly to the camera.

Faith

Yeah, Death's a huge dick now that he's famous.

The camera pans to a new location. We are in what appears to be an actor trailer. Shadows swirl and hiss against the walls, creating the illusion of black painted walls. Dog-sized Cruentas is laying on a large black leather couch happily munching on a carrot, as his shiny coat gets brushed by an assistant. He is wearing a collar with spikes on it. He suddenly sneezes, flames shooting out of his nostrils and catching onto the leather couch. The assistant quickly sprays the flames with a water sprayer as if she's done this a thousand times before.

In a massive vanity mirror with Broadway lights around the frame, Death sits in a chair fit for a giant cat-like king, a black throne with velvet cushions. He's wearing a silk black bathrobe that's parted down the middle, displaying his bare muscular skin underneath. The sharp talons of his left hand are getting buffed, while another is styling his fauxhawk.

Interviewer

I'm excited to be interviewing Death, who plays the role of Manuscript Death. He's just about to enter one of his biggest scenes! Say hi to your very devoted fans, Death.

Death

Death winks with a lazy smirk at the camera.

Hey, Cupcakes.

Interviewer

So, Death, how would describe your new role as Manuscript Death?

Death

Unbelievably sexy, irresistibly evil, intellectually superior to all...

Interviewer

I was hoping for something a little deeper. What do you think makes Manuscript Death a likeable character, besides his attractiveness and personality?

Death

He grins, displaying razor sharp fangs.

My charitableness. I did give Faith that merciful second chance of life, didn't I?

Interviewer

I mean, sure, but with your own malicious intentions for her future?

Death

Growls under his breath.

Nothing that little bitch didn't deserve...

Then, louder.

Onto your next question. I'm bored, and we've already had the cleaning carpet service in this trailer twice today.

Interviewer

What is your greatest talent?

Death

Eating mortals who ask me silly questions.

Interviewer

(Laughs nervously.) What that mouf do, huh? (Laughs nervously again, before clearing throat.) Anyway...would you say Manuscript Death is misunderstood?

Death

Taps his talons on the armrests.

What are you, a shrink? I don't know the answer to that. (Death's manager whispers in the background, coercing him to answer the question to improve his latest scandal in the tabloids. He sighs heavily.) I suppose deep down, past all those delicious layers of sin and massacre, Death is... (He cringes, then snarls a little as he admits.) Lonely, or whatever. I mean, Manuscript Death is the only one of his kind, and he's become completely detached from the very humanity that could help him heal from his past. Maybe that makes him relatable in some grossly spineless way... But don't be mistaken, I am who I am, and I kinda also like it that way.

Interviewer

You mean, he is who he is. You're not really Manuscript Death, after all. You're an actor. A method actor...

Death

Glances at the camera with his mismatched eyes. The slivered pupils in each almost look real. He narrows back in on the interviewer.

Sure. A damned good method actor.

Interviewer

After reading certain scenes new from the manuscript, some might believe Manuscript Death is more monster than a man. What is your opinion on that?

Death

Man, would imply I am mortal. Do I look like a weak, feeble, reckless, Faith Williams-esque mortal to you?

Interviewer

Playing along.

No, no of course not––

Death

KEEP MY NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!

Interviewer

I'm sorry?!

Death

Irritated, he jabs a talon at his phone.

Not you, you simple-minded fool. These tabloids! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to juggle Kitty-Kat's manuscript scenes, distributing whiny little mortal souls to Heaven and Hell, and this gossipy shit? Even sitting here talking to you is peasant's work! I'm the fucking Grim Reaper. The Angel of Death. The Prince of Darkness. A GOD!

The lights flicker ever-so-slightly and whisps of shadows crawling from Death's broad shoulders.

Interviewer

Laughing nervously again toward the camera, whispering:

It's so cool how he gets into the role. And those shadow effects are insane!

Then, to Death:

It does sound like it is a lot to juggle!

Death

Diva-mode.

Hell's horns, I'm so fucking hungry. What does a sexy creature of the night have to do around here to get some grub? Where are my finger foods?! GLENN! (He grips the armrests of his chair, raising slightly as he looks around the actor trailer.) I'm getting HANGRY, Glenn! Glenn! GLENN!

The interviewer jumps. She hardly noticed Glenn standing right beside her. It's almost as if he appeared out of nowhere. He wears a white button down and slacks. Fake blood is splattered around the neck of the shirt and he wobblily holds a clipboard.

Glenn

Hello, m-m-m-my lord. You look exceptionally e-e-evil this evening.

Death

Where is my f-f-f-f-f-food, you potato?

Glenn

M-m-my lord, just a reminder that you do have that Thanksgiving cast dinner tonight?

Death

And?

Glenn

It's just...the incident with Faith's stuffing last year...

Death

What about that mediocre side dish?

Glenn

M-m-my, lord, you had ten helpings and ate all her pilgrim cupcakes. You c-c-could hardly lift yourself from the chair after dinner. We had to fake a power outage so the reapers could carry you out...

Death

(Glares wordlessly at Glenn.)

Glenn

(Quickly takes out a small lunch pail with a skull on the front.) M-m-my lord, may I present your favorite acting m-m-meal. "Ham" and cheese on c-c-c-crackers!

Interviewer

Why the weird emphasis on ham?

Cameraman

Muffled.

Ooo, is it swiss cheese?

Death

Glances at interviewer and then the camera in embarrassment over lunnchpail. Growls, before snatching the skull pail.

You twit. Never pack my lunch in this pathetic pail again! I am over two-thousand years old! (He unzips the bag, blindly feeling around inside for his juice box and poking a hole in the box. He sips it through the straw, still seething at Glenn. Then he slowly unwraps his "lunchable" with an odd packaging of a cartoon Devil on the front and begins to build crackers, "ham," and cheese. He shoves one layered cracker into his mouth and chews twice, swallowing it practically whole.)

(Death Cont.)

Decent... I enjoy the added baggie of grapes. I will leave you unscathed this time, you condom error. Now SCRAM!

Glenn

Yes, m-m-my lord! And thank you, m-m-my lord! Thank you so kindly! (He pauses, glances slowly at the camera, clears his throat, and then makes his way to open the door out of the actor trailer. *Bad acting.*) Here I go, exiting through this door like a normal human being. Where I will then take a leisure, mundane stroll back to my acting trailer... (He exits.)

Death

Chewing messily around crackers, 'ham,' and cheese with an annoyed expression.

What a fucking dweeb.

Interviewer

Well, that was certainly entertaining! Thank you for the little skit!

Death

These crackers are stale.

Stares at interviewer for an uncomfortable moment, as if considering something.

Have you interviewed Faith yet, Snack?

Interviewer

Did you just call me Snack?

Death

Freudian slip. Now answer the question.

Interviewer

Yes, she was the first person I interviewed.

Death

He sits up straighter, mouthful of stale crackers, "ham," and cheese.

And your opinion of the brat?

Interviewer

She's so nice and down to earth!

Death

Grumbles.

If only she'd stay six feet under the earth...

Then, louder.

She didn't happen to mention me...? I mean, of course she mentioned me. I'm the most remarkable, tastiest aspect of her dreary little mortal life.

Interviewer

We talked briefly about the tabloids, and how you two broke up––

Death

Barks out a laugh, spitting cracker crumbs.

Broke up?! That is a riot. Nobody breaks up with me. I'm the one who does the breaking.

(He snaps his gloved fingers.)

Glam Girls

On command.

Hashtag, facts!

Death

Besides, what reasons could she possible have for breaking up with me? Look at me. I'm the most delicious creature to ever un-live in this foul realm! (He scoffs.) We weren't even in a relationship, okay? It was just a fling. As if I'd ever really be with a human... Now, if you and your cretin cameraman don't mind, I have to get ready for my big scene. (He snaps his fingers again.) BRONZE ME!

His glam squad arms themselves with airbrushing guns, as Death stands to his towering height and drops his black robe, revealing a complete lack of tan from his neck down. The glam squad begins to go to town on his pastiness. The interviewer gazes at the camera in confused uncomfortableness, as they watch him continue to be spray tanned.

The setting has changed. We are at another location on set, the alleyway scene, with prop walls and green screens. A massive fan whirls debris off the ground, as Malphas Cruscellio raises slowly from his low position on the ground. His black hair is in warrior breads, and feathers are mended into the tops of his shoulders. He is dressed only in black silken pants and stalks toward the camera, his black eyes cold and hard-set.

Malphas

It's been far too long. (He arches an eyebrow) Death.

Director

Shouting from a raised platform.

CUT! PERFECT! THAT'S IT, THAT'S THE VISION!

The film reconvenes. Malphas is briefly dusted and brushed with makeup as he munches on a lobster claw donut. The camera cuts. The Interviewer now stands besides Malphas. He stands a good head taller than her, but not quite as tall as Death. He's still shirtless, and the interviewer keeps glancing at his lean muscle. One of the PA's hands him a baseball cap, which he puts on and twists backwards, as well as a pair of sunglasses.

Interviewer

I'm here with Malphas, who plays the critical role of Malphas Cruscellio in the Death is My BFF Manuscript.

Malphas

Uninterested, nonchalantly chewing gum.

Sup.

Interviewer

Can you give us a little insight into your role as Manuscript Death's biological father?

Malphas

Biological? What is this, The Maury show?

He laughs, while also bro-nodding to someone passing by.

I'm joking, dove. Yeah, I'm his father.

Malphas, away from interviewer, smirking at camera.

Malphas

Then again, who really knows these days? Everyone and their mother calls me Daddy. (Wink.)

Back to interview.

Interviewer

What do you think is Manuscript Malphas' largest struggle with parenting Death?

Malphas

The age gap between us makes can get weird. Most people think I'm his older brother. But if you're asking me if single parenting a 2,000-year-old young monster is any more difficult than parenting any of you reeking, soul-sucking millennial and gen-z mortals...

Interviewer

What can you tell the fans about your new role in Death is My BFF Manuscript?

Malphas

He's intelligent, manipulative, and calculated, all of which make him one of the most powerful characters in the novel. Everything Malphas does is for a reason.

Malphas

Malphas, off camera, holding up a t-shirt that reads "Zaddi Malphy."

Malphas

Frightening expression.

Buy my merch, or I'll fry the brain of everyone you love with a single thought.

We are back with the interviewer and Malphas, who is about to answer another question. The actor for Thomas Gregory, who is wearing a pilgrim hat, waves goofily from behind Malphas at the camera. He comes up and slings an arm over Malphas' shoulder. Malphas seems slightly perturbed by the overcrowding.

Thomas Gregory

Hey Bird Man, what time you coming to Castgiving dinner tonight? Ten bucks says Death finally breaks from this arrogant coping mechanism and cries over the breakup by pie. Faith's bringing her famous stuffing and Marcy's got some kind of cheesy casserole going on.

Malphas

Sounds thrilling.

Off camera.

Malphas

Wearing an obnoxious turkey hat. (Monotone.)

You'll never guess what task they gave me for dinner.

***

The cameraman shows us a muted scene of Ace and Faith sitting across a table, talking. Ace wears an all purple suit, his violet eyes twinkling under the lighting.

Faith and Ace are now standing beside the interviewer with the backdrop of the set. Ace has his hands politely crossed behind his back and is watching Faith with a smile as she talks.

Faith

Ace and Faith have such a special friendship as the series goes on. He really goes out of his way to teach her how to control her powers in the series. The dynamic between him and Death is also pretty cool. Death didn't have any siblings, but I think Ace is the closest person he has to a brother.

Interviewer

We love a good Ace and Faith moment. He really adds some flare to the series with his quirkiness and clutch powers. Most fans are surprised when they find out how different actors are from the characters they play.

(To Ace.)

What do you think separates you from the character you play in the manuscript?

Ace

Southern twang.

Yawl should hav sayn thur faces wheyuun thay found out ahm not rilly French! Ahd hav tode the cast sooner, but thay got may all these fancy croissants an cheeses in mah trailer, lahk thuh stinky kind. Problem iz, ahm lactose intolerant. Ah couldn't leave thuh outhouse until chapter sickstane!

Interviewer

Yikes... Um, do you get along with all your castmates?

Ace

Shore do, but thay're an odd bunch. Ah swear, sum uh these actors awn set rilly thank they're immortals.

The camera jumps to a clip of Death. The camera zooms in on Death's jaded expression as he appears to be picking something out from under his talons. His catlike eyes track a crewmember walking past him, and he suddenly throws out his clawed hand out in a crushing motion. The person drops down to his knees and then faceplants. Mid-prowl toward the body, Death's attention suddenly lifts and notices the cameraman filming. He runs a hand quickly through his fauxhawk, before whistling and retreating away from the scene.

The cameraman mutters something along the lines of "was that part of a scene...?" and tries to zoom in on the body, but the crewman is gone, and the lights are flickering in the area. When the camera moves, Death has also seemingly disappeared.

Some of the cast still shooting the final scenes of the manuscript have gathered for a cast-giving. Actors Marcy, Thomas, and Glenn sit on one side of the table with Death, Faith, and Ace across from them. Malphas sits at the head of the table with Cruentas across from him. Cruentas is nibbling on a plate of sautéed carrots.

Faith

Gripping her glass of sparkling apple cider.

Before we eat, I would just like to say, I'm so thankful for all of you. Shooting this manuscript has been so much fun! Can we maybe go around the table and say what we're thankful for?

Death

Leans back in his chair, shielding his face with his hand as if to become invisible from Faith.

Marcy

I'm thankful for love!

Glenn

I'm thankful for my life...

Ace

Ahm thankful fahwar these mashed tatters!

Thomas

I'm thankful for boobies. (Sees Marcy glare and laughs.) What? I'm also thankful for football...

Malphas

I'm thankful for the impressionability of mortal minds.

Death

Fake sleeping. Wakes suddenly.

Shit, sorry. I was having a nightmare that we were playing a mind-numbing social event game.

Faith

Why can't you act mature for five seconds?

Malphas

Calmly stands to cut the turkey. (Wearing his turkey hat, of course.)

I didn't cook this fucking turkey for 5 hours for FADE to get in the way of me eating it.

Death

Still gazing at Faith.

It was just a joke, Cupcake. How about you loosen your bra strap and relax?

Faith

That's it. (Throws napkin on the table.) I'm so SICK of you! I'm sick of your diva attitude on set! It all started when we went to our first Comic Con and you signed all those autographs dressed like Alexandru the Gladiator. You didn't wear a shirt for weeks after all the compliments you got. Even at that super fancy restaurant we went to as a cast!

Death, off camera, with the background of the Thanksgiving table as the cast talk amongst eachother.

Death

She's just mad because we made out three minutes longer than we were supposed to in a scene today. Now ask me if she texted me afterward to hang out her in her trailer, and why we were thirty minutes late to this Castgiving shit. (He winks and puts up a gloved hand in a hang loose sign with his tongue out.) Gobble, gobble.

Thomas and Marcy

(Buttering their hot rolls and eating fast.)

Marcy

It was a little weird that your oiled down abs were on display while we were eating filet mignon, Death. Not that I'm complaining, though.

Death

I was airing out my abs for a huge modeling for Vogue.

Faith

Airing out your abs?

Death

Fine, I was giving the people what they wanted. I can't help it that the ladies get ab withdrawal from my killer core. Like you right now with your prissy attitude. Am I getting you all hot and bothered, pumpkin pie?

Faith

Throws down her napkin.
That's it.

Death

Mockingly.

Oh, oh. Princess Heaven is mad. Sound the seven trumpets.

***

Ace, off camera, unbothered, covered in various Thanksgiving foods. He slowly eats off a big plate of mashed potatoes. In the distance, light and shadows fire back and forth across the room and people are shouting. Light ignites. Faith has punched light into Death's abs, knocking him straight onto his ass. She tackles him with a warrior cry, rolling with him out of the shot.

Ace

Hav tuh eat all the tatters before Cruentas gits tuh em,' gist like that dawgone cheesey casserole.

***

We are back in Death's actor trailer the following day. The fresh deep "natural" tan to his skin makes him look perfectly kissed by the sun. Death wears only his gladiating uniform, highlighting the few black tribal tattoos that snake along his legs, torso, arms, and up his neck, curving along the side of his face.

Interviewer

I'm here with the Big Kahuna for one some final thought questions. One of which was submitted by the author herself, Katarina Tonks. Manuscript Death, although described by Kat as sarcastically hilarious and playful, is pretty rough of around the edges this time around. Some would even say, his BDE is through the roof. The fans want to know, do you resonate with this energy?

Death

He stretches his muscular arms and poses lazily with his hands behind his head, cocking a brow at the interviewer as his glam squad begins bronzing contour onto his washboard abs.

What do you think?

The camera momentarily zooms on Death's deep-rigged eight-pack abs, before zooming quickly back out to the interviewer, revealing that she is staring at Death's physique with a bit of drool dripping down her chin. She turns her head away from the camera and wipes her mouth fast, collecting herself.

Interviewer

Kat tells me you're already prepping for book two of the manuscript series. Can you tell us anything about what happens after book 1? Coming from someone who has read DIMBFFLAD Rewritten on Wattpad, I'm on the edge of my seat here for what you've got planned for the manuscript version. Should we be worried? Should we be excited?

Death

Glances at his glam squad bronzing his muscles and grins a little at the interviewer.

I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you.

Interviewer

And finally, the fans want to know. Do you think the Grim Reaper is real?

The camera shakes and the cameraman suddenly cries out as he appears to be thrown backwards. The camera catches the interviewer go down, her body dragging across the floor as the lights stutter in and out. The cameraman struggles to get back up fast, aiming the camera around the room. We suddenly see the interviewer being fed on by Death's "glam-squad," who are now shadow-like figures with red eyes. Their fangs gleam with blood and gore as their entire faces are nearly fangs.

The cameraman screams and runs with the camera, shaking it all about. The lights stutter before shutting off, the cameraman races for the door to the trailer. Death is suddenly in front of him, fully dressed in a leather jacket, black-t-shirt, and black pants. He reaches out a hand and appears to grab the cameraman by the collar as he breaths heavily. Death's mismatched irises look alien as the irises are slowly consumed by darkness.

Death

Did you really think Kitty-Kat just made me up in her head? Of course, I'm real. I'm real, and I'm hungry.

The cameraman breaths heavily in the background, begging for Death to let him go.

Death

Deviously smirking with glowing mismatched eyes.

Tsk, tsk. (Death's voice shifts between velvety and hypnotic, as Death's features tighten, carving into something...Otherworldly.) You're not even trying to keep me in the fucking frame.

Fangs extend in a monstrous roar as Death lunges and punches forward with his talons, gutting the cameraman. The camera tilts toward the ceiling as the cameraman screams falls back against something. Death catches the camera before it falls with his free hand, pointing it toward himself. He has blood on his mouth, which he licks away as he holds the camera out in front of himself.

Death

He laughs lowly.

Their first mistake was hiring mortals to question me. Now I have all the power of this magical filming device, and therefore I am one step closer to controlling all of the Chronicles. Soon, the title of the book will be Death... JUST Death. (He holds the camera at arm's length, frowning as he taps a bunch of buttons.) Damnit... How the hell do you work this this thing?

He roars out.

GLENN!!!!!

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HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!!!! I'm thrilled to share with you guys that as of about a month ago, I've decided to Amazon self-publish OUR book, the Death is My BFF manuscript!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!I've been working so hard on final edits, and I expect it'll be all ready to go by early next year 2021!!!!

I'm SO FLIPPING EXCITED, and you should be too!!! *Death winks* This book was a blast to write. It's just a rollercoaster of new scenes, new feels, new monsters, and all the scenes you didn't know Momma Kat had hidden under her sleeve! LOL!!

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