B e y o n d B i r t h d a y - D E A T H N O T E


F is for Fanatic;

A person marked by an extreme, unreasoning enthusiasm, as for a cause.


"H-Hello sir, how may I help you?"

Your smile was polite, yet you couldn't help but advert your gaze.

The man before you smirked, his crimson colored eyes gleaming in the light.

"I've heard that you sell a rather delectable strawberry jam at this establishment. . ."

He remarked simply, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Apologetically, you pursed your lips.

"I'm sorry sir, but – we're all out."

Within seconds the man's hands slammed down upon the counter with a flourish.

"Could you repeat that?"

He hissed in an acid-like tone.

"I-I said we're all out, sir."

You repeated skittishly, your hand inching towards your cell phone.

"My name is not sir, its Beyond Birthday, so if you could please spare the false formalities for a moment, [Name]."

He retorted rather scathingly as you cringed.

"How did you know my name, you creep?"

You exclaimed, trying to sound braver than you actually were.

Quickly, you made a grab for your cell phone and slid it open under the counter.

Presently, Beyond Birthday smiled a beautiful – sinister smile.

"You're going to die soon, you know."

"P-Please don't kill me –"

Your voice trembled in fear for your life.

"I'll be back next week, in the mean time - make sure your replacement has what I want."