The annual Cosplay Convention was in full swing. Lurking in the shadows, he observed the festival-goers: Gandalf chatting to Darth Vader; Jack Sparrow and Glinda flirting in a secluded corner.
He scanned the room, glimpsed a hooded figure in black amongst the multitude of colourful costumes.
His target in sight, he glided over to the buffet table and filled a plate. Deliberately bumped into the unsuspecting character.
“Interesting outfit,” he said grim-faced.
“Thanks mate! Yours is pretty good too.”
He offered the plate, smirked as his victim choked on a poisoned sausage roll.
“I am Death,” he hissed before vanishing.
He scanned the room, glimpsed a hooded figure in black amongst the multitude of colourful costumes.
His target in sight, he glided over to the buffet table and filled a plate. Deliberately bumped into the unsuspecting character.
“Interesting outfit,” he said grim-faced.
“Thanks mate! Yours is pretty good too.”
He offered the plate, smirked as his victim choked on a poisoned sausage roll.
“I am Death,” he hissed before vanishing.
