Summary: Skkkkkkkkkkkkrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh

Reaper huffed beneath the blaring sun, holding up the sides of his black robe to keep them from dragging against the ground. Sand slid underneath his sandals while he trudged up the largest sandy hill on the beach, stopping atop, front and center, where all could see his glory.

Especially Geno.

He wiped the sweat from his skull and glanced down at the crowds talking, relaxing, and enjoying the bounty the various nearby fast food restaurants had to offer. A bounty that they were not offering to him and his family.

"All shall give sacrifice to the God of Death, Reaper! The best husband and most handsome skeleton alive!" His voice bellowed, stirring the sea and shaking the very earth.

The raven-winged god spread his arms toward the sky and fanned out his wings. A swarm of umbral birds gathered overhead, blotting out the sun and shrouding the clear blue above in darkness.

"Now fly, my pretties! And bring me all the french fries!"

The winged scavengers instantly descended upon the beachgoers, causing mass panic while they snatched their lord's sought treasure out of the hands of unsuspecting humans and monsters.

Geno sighed under the safety of his umbrella. All the while, flipping a page in the book he foolishly thought he would be able to enjoy without screams of terror in the background.

Goth gently shook his arm, staring up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. "Mom, can I-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

The little skeleton pouted and watched in jealousy as his father terrorized the land and ate unjustly liberated fast food.