By the time Reaper returned to the save screen, Goth had already finished his 'job'. The god floated to the couch that his son was sitting on and flopped down next to him, exhausted. 

"Winter... the only time of year which I feel metaphorically dead." Reaper groaned, his bones both achy and tired. He tilted his head a little to look up at his son, which was staring intensely at the ground. "Uh... Goth?" 

The smaller didn't move. "Hey dad." 

"Hm?" 

"Do you... do you think we're doing the right thing...??" 

Reaper shifted a little, his arms propping him up. "What? Of course! We bring souls to the afterlife when it's their time." 

"But..." Goth now looked down at his shaky hands, his small pupil small and wavering. "But Dad... Sometimes... Sometimes people don't want to go." 

"Well, that's completely normal." Reaper rolled over onto his back, crossing his arms and looking up at the 'ceiling'. "Not everyone is ready to die, after all." 

"That girl wasn't ready to go, Dad." 

The god glanced at his son. "What?" 

Goth looked Reaper, his gaze sorrowful and trembling. "She... She didn't want to go." 

Reaper sat up and pulled Goth into a nice hug, the child immediately shaking and holding back tears.
Ever since that day when the two reaped the man on the bridge, Reaper thought Goth wasn't bothered with this job in the slightest. Sure, the god could have thought otherwise since he himself was disturbed with his job, but it somehow didn't occur to him until now. After all, Goth was rather young and new to the task, even if he was a being of darkness like his father.
"What happened?" Reaper asked gently, simply holding his son. 

Goth hiccuped a little and managed to steady his voice enough to tell him. "Th-there was this man. It was late a-at night and he was in this small house in a quiet neighborhood. I was only there t-to take the parents which were already dead after being..." The smaller whimpered, breaking the story and holding his father tighter. 

Reaper sat on the couch, quiet. "After being?" Reaper mumbled, listening intently. 

Goth was silent for a few moments longer before continuing. "Stabbed... three times in the back for the man and one time followed by a deep gash for the woman. It just... reminded me of something that I couldn't remember." 

"What happened next?" The god asked him, now a little curious. 

"Well... The man was going to leave, but the girl woke up and went out to see what happened..." Goth's grip on Reaper tightened. 

Goth stood silently as he gently picked up the sorrowful souls of the pair, taking both with care. 

What a cruel way to die. 

Before he left, however, the sound of footsteps quietly echoed through the house, stopping him in his tracks. He turned, as well as the killer, to the young girl standing in the doorway. 

The girl was only wearing a big T-shirt, a fluffy bear with a blue bow-tie in her arms. She stared wide-eyed at her mother and father's corpses, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. 

The killer, which was about to leave, only turned and approached the girl, causing the young reaper to stay and watch. 

It was so sudden. 

As soon as the girl caught sight of the murderer, the man lunged forward, ramming his blade into the girl's skull. Goth's eye-sockets widened as he saw the girl screaming for her life as the man was on top of her. 

For some odd reason, when he stared at the scene before him, something clicked in his mind and he immediately tried not to look at them, feeling sick. The sounds filled his skull as the screams turned into pain-filled squeals, the sickening sound of the blade doing it's job only adding to Goth's sudden nausea. 

Eventually, the noises quieted down to silence as the man stood, satisfied with his work. He then turned and left the house without a word, the blade in his hands thickly coated with the color of crimson red. 

The skeleton quietly floated over to the scene and stopped dead in his tracks. The man had mauled the poor child, her body now beyond recognition. 
The chest cavity was awkwardly open for all to see and most bones were broken. Organs were messily sliced and blood was splattered everywhere.
The reaper lost his breathe in that moment and squeezed his eye-sockets shut, trying to erase the vivid image from his mind. 

He floated backwards, out of the room and into the world. When he felt the soft breeze blow past him, he opened his eyes. Floating before him was a third soul, one which looked completely bloody and broken. 

He didn't know what to do. The girl was not to be reaped yet. 

With hesitance, he gently touched the soul. His skull echoed with screams and the sound of gushing blood, the sounds and voices quickly becoming overwhelming. 

Without thinking, Goth withdrew his hand and sliced the soul in half with his scythe, the halves quickly shriveling up with the agonizing screams of the dead girl.

Reaper sensed the discomfort radiating off of Goth and quickly started stroking the smaller's skull. "Goth, don't continue that story. I can already tell it's not the... cleanest one." The smaller softly nodded, hopelessly trying to relax.
Reaper sighed. "You shouldn't have seen that..."
Goth only hugged Reaper back, quiet. 

For the rest of the day, the two sat on the couch in silence, the boredom they felt replaced with a dreadful somberness.