minseok never feared death. he knew it would come one day, and he figured it was better to accept it rather than fear the idea. it was inevitable: why fear the inevitable? perhaps this was his fatal flaw.

He was young, a ripe age of 17. He was about to finish his high school career and move on with his life, heading into music school. there was nothing really special about him. he could pluck at guitar strings and his fingers often danced along piano keys. he wrote, read, and composed music. that was all he really wanted to do.

it was raining that morning when he woke up, and as much as he wanted to ditch class again, he couldnt. he already screwed up last week by falling asleep in study hall. he got dressed and grabbed his phone before grabbing a granola bar, the homework he neglected to do and would in homeroom, and headed out the door. his head hanging low, headphones in his ears, and his hood over his hair, he made his way to school.

the driver was going too fast, especially on a rainy day in a school zone. his brakes didnt catch when he saw the hooded figure of the boy crossing the street in front of him. the car swerved, but minseok never looked up. his music blasted in his ears, and he kept his head down. the car slammed into him, and before he even knew it, he was down. his head hit the ground, skull cracking, limbs astrewn in unnatural positions. it was a gruesome scene, to say the least. ambulences were called, paramedics arrived, but it was too late. kang minseok died at the age of 17 in a fatal car crash while on the way to school.

except, he didn't really die. to the real world, he did, but his soul didn't pass on. people usually say that it's because there's something that wasn't fulfilled, but minseok didn't think that applied to him. at most, it would be merely because he "died" at such a young age. he didn't become a ghost, but he didn't pass on to whatever was supposed to be next. instead, he was in some sort of limbo state, neither alive nor dead.

he wasn't very fond of it at first. the reaper that came to him was intent on sending him off, but it wouldn't happen. the tea was too cold, or the door leading onward simply wouldn't open. upon realization of just what was going on, minseok was instructed to never return to where he once was. to the humans, those who didn't understand, he was dead and gone. to see him alive and wandering around would be impossible. the reaper sent him on his way to halloweentown, where he knew the young boy would be accepted.

minseok grew accustomed to the life he lived. he quickly made friends, being a rather cheerful and friendly soul, and even managed to score a job. he made a name for himself around town. if you didn't personally know him, you knew of the talented boy who sat behind the piano or on a stool with his guitar.

he was never really sure how he felt about all of it. either way, it was his life now. or his death. his undeath.

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