The Grim Reaper was in his best clothes, waiting before the courtroom. He had felt as Karma had switched bodies, but that was not why he was there.
The flying pig was a soft-hearted creature, Death knew. It was a creature who had started off much like its creator, only for a couple of bumps into trees to soften it up.
The Grim Reaper knew that Karma, when left to his own devices, got up to mischief. Such petty plans like the one his onetime crush and dear friend got up to most days were not something the Grim Reaper wanted to be done upon the flying pig.
As soon as it came out of the courtroom, the Grim Reaper snapped his fingers. Karma got his body back; the flying pig became a pink haired vision.
And so, the hunt for the flying pig's heart was on.
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Alex did not know why, but he felt strange. He was shorter, somehow. His hair, once white, was now pink. Not to mention that he wore enough frills to make a young bride growl in envy.
