The Death of Bell/7

TRACY: DAD!!! NOOOOO!!!! {crying}

PERFECT BELL: S-son?

TRACY: D-dad?

PERFECT BELL: Yes son. I'm almost going to die. Please, fuse with me, so that you can carry on in my legacy and become even stronger than the both of us.

TRACY: But dad! What'll happen to you?

PERFECT BELL: Don't worry, son. You won't fuse with my soul, just my body.

TRACY: O-okay...

PERFECT BELL: Hold out your hand.

{Tracy does so, Bell grabs his hand}

PERFECT BELL: HAAAAA!!!! {forces soul out of his body, his body fuses with Tracy}

{Tracy stands up. His hair disappears, he grows a mustache, a long, red and black scarf appears around his neck. His arms turn into flippers, a katana appears on his back. He grows wings, and he grows taller}

BELL'S SOUL: The fusion has been complete. I now dub you... UNHOLY TRACY!

UNHOLY TRACY: Thank you, father.

BELL'S SOUL: No, no, no. You are both me and my son. You are your own father, and by extension, your own grandfather, great-grandfather, and so on. You are a being and a lineage of yourself.

UNHOLY TRACY: Ah. I understand.

BELL'S SOUL: Good. Very good. Goodbye, sonme.

UNHOLY TRACY: Goodbye, fatherme.

{Bell's soul fades away}

UNHOLY TRACY: So that's it. I have lost what was my father and stepmother, and also became him. I am myself, and nothing else. No father, no mother. No relatives whatsoever. Not even any friends. Though, to be fair, my best friend and I parted ways a long time ago. I wonder whatever happened to Gilligan. Oh well. {opens the door, walks out}

{cut to Malifact & Malifact}

UNHOLY TRACY: Hello, Mr. Malifact. I'd like to apply for a job here.

CHAOS: Okay. Name, please?

UNHOLY TRACY: Unholy Tracy.

CHAOS: Okay. {writes down "Tracy, Unholy"}

UNHOLY TRACY: No, no, no. I have no last name. I have two first names. Unholy Tracy.

CHAOS: Oookay... But, why don't you have a last name?

UNHOLY TRACY: I am essentially a being with no relatives or friends whatsoever.

CHAOS: I see. So, in that case, nobody can sue us if you get hurt?

UNHOLY TRACY: Exactly.

CHAOS: Good. In that case, you'll get a high-ranking job. {takes a sip of coffee}

UNHOLY TRACY: By the way, did you know Im a bell, his wife, and his son died today?

CHAOS:{spits out coffee} WHAT?

UNHOLY TRACY: Yeah. They died.

CHAOS:{sad} Ohh. Hmm. Well, the latter two were only low-ranking shinigami, and I was going to give you a high-ranking job, so, how about you be a galactic cataclyst?

UNHOLY TRACY: That would be great!

CHAOS: Good. You'll start today.

END OF EPILOGUE 1!!!!!