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  Genocide;

1.) The deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation

2.) The act of erasing/killing off an entire species or race.

Thats what genocide stands for.

Killing something.

Doing something bad.

So . . .

Why was he named that?

The void was bland, black background, patch of grass and the forever standing options of 'reset' and 'continue'.

The place was bland, nothing caught of interest to the eye, boring color palette.

The only thing that could love was a bloodied skeleton, laying star fished on the patch of 'grass'.

He wore the clothing color of white, only a large bloody gash, blood stained slippers, and a red scarf added accents that was easily shown with it's intensity of color that contrasted the whiteness of himself.

His left eye was covered in glitches, white boxes that floated around his skull, masking his identity as the best they could.

The skeleton sighed, as he wiped the blood that was leaking from his mouth with his sleeve of his hoodie. the now stained arm if the jacket laid on his forehead.

Nothing to do. . ..

The only thing to look at was the reset button, the one thing he can't press.

He couldn't touch anything actually, it was like he was a a ghost, someone who was supposed to die but stays alive for no one.

The red and white skeleton grumbled as he heard foot steps behind him, moving closer and closer to his fail body.

thinking it was Reaper, he got up to be faced with....

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Nightmare grumbled, there was a terribly loud thump in the room he was currently in.

He opened his one eye socket to see he was in a rather large room, the ceiling was high up, almost as big as sky scraper,

Nightmare just rolled his eye-light, he's been in fancy rooms before, this isn't new....but why did his body feel like it was more heavier.

The goopy skeleton looked down, or rather mid way, to see. . .Cross?

Nightmare's mind went bazaar, why was Cross cuddled on him???

Nightmare's skull dusted with light blue, it was barely noticeable though.

He grumbled as he sat up, his tentacles moving Cross so he could get up.

He set the fluffy skeleton down on the couch they were laying on when he got into a standing position.

What was strange though was that there were more couches, majority were fainting couches.

Everyone from his team, the star sanses, and a few extra guests were on a couch.

Dream was laying on a soft fainting couch, dusted and coated with bright yellows and golds, a star shape pillow was underneath his white skull. He was in a feudal position. He wore the same clothing Nightmare would see during their fights, though his bow and arrows were absent, no where to be found.

Blue was the next one to be shown, as his body laid on his side, his arms were rounded and underneath his head as if he didn't have any pillows.

The blue skeleton still wore his usual out, like Dream, that they saw durning battle. The blue gloves, battle shoulder pads, blue bandana with some positive pins clipped on it.

The pins were just a smiley face, a bone, a heart, a star, stuff like that. all of them were bright in color.

Nightmare only scoffed at the positivity of the two skeletons he'd observed so far.

moving from the two organisms, he examined the next couch that'd decided to appear out of no where.

The next one was a white couch that was covered with different colors, only bit of white showed through.

could you guess who this one is?

Ink laid there quite peacefully, and by that he was half off the couch.

His upper half of his body, which included his head, was on the floor while his lower half was still present on the couch.

Just like everyone else, same clothing they he always saw him wear all the time, 24/7.

All his pillows were on the floor, put they were in a neat pile underneath the small skeleton's head.

Moving away from that hell of a couch, he turned to see Horror in the perfect sleeping position, all clean and tidy. . .

and by clean and tidy was that he looked like he broke all of his goddamn limbs.

His limbs were all in different directions, like a freak out murder had just happened in the room but it was PG or some shit.

weirdly enough, a pillow was inside of his freakishly large hole that was in his skull, the pillow was a white one, but with the pillow in the bloody character's skull, it was splattered with irritated blood.

From the opposite direction, laid a loud fucking snorer.

Dust was sitting up, but he was asleep, his neck was far back as his head was resting on the top of the back board.

How the hell people can sleep like that is unbelievable to Nightmare.

Enough stalling, Nightmare left the room to explore...

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Geno instantly got hit in the head with something hard and metal like, his vision blurred a bit as the world acted like he needed some sort of glasses.

Geno backed away from whatever the hell hit him, and rubbed the spot where he was attacked.

When his eye sight was recovered, he looked up to see. . .

"What the hell..?"

He saw a door splattered with something red, most likely blood based on the iron smell the red splatters gave off.

Thats not Reaper. . .

Last time he saw Reaper, he wasn't some stupid door.

Gaining control of his own movements, he stood up and walked over the door. The door was a simple front door you'd see in your friendly neighborhood.

Though, it wasn't a friendly door based on appearance. .

The door seemed old, like it was from those stupid haunted houses for decoration, expect there wasn't any dumb haunter house or just house in general for it be in.

The paint was white, though based off it's old look, it looked more brownish, as the paint was scrapping off, acting like mouths or cut holes of the door's skin. . .

the inside where the paint was starching off wasn't pretty either. The door's wood was rotten, as it was in the middle of decomposing or something, it was all moldy.

The blood stains didn't help make it look any better, in fact, it made it worse. . .who would've thought that?

The door handle that the white clothed skeleton was hit by didn't look any cleaner then the whole door.

It was extremely rusty, exposed to water and wind from most likely it's years of existence. It looked like it could give you some deadly disease or at least make you sick for days from the germs.

But the appearance wasn't all that Geno was concerned about or even questioning, it was the hell the door was even here in the first place.

Doors just don't act like, doors aren't even alive actually! They're just wood with paint and a metal object that makes you push or pull to make them work.

Last time Geno checked, there were no doors anywhere in this hell of a void.

'Maybe if I just....look away it'll be gone. . .like it's just my imagination, right?'

Geno knew that was a stupid thought, but he just couldn't connect with reality when theres some weird ass door in his personal space.

Geno turned around, closing his eye sockets, as his vision were covered with his somehow working bone eye-lids, weird right?

The skeleton then decided to try and walk away from the door, feeling sick to his stomach with that god awful smell of blood.

As he was about to take a step forward, he felt a strong tug at the foot he just lifted up, making him tumble down the rock hard ground, only the fake grass softening it just a bit.

But that wasn't all. . .

He then felt someone dragging him roughly, Geno snapped his eyes faster then you can say your name.

His hands sprung to action as the short skeleton gripped onto he grass, his fingers digging so hard into it that he felt the dirt cover his small body fingers.

The bloody skeleton looked behind him to see his taker, expecting it to be another organism. . .

It was the door. . .

Black claw like hands where coming through the door, horrific looking claws that could tar you apart in seconds.

Geno's eye-light shrank in fear, as he started to shake, feeling his grip not being enough.

The claws dragged him hard enough that the now terrified skeleton lost his grip and was was pulled from the void he felt safe in, to pure blackness. . . .

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"Killer what are you doing?"

Nightmare asked, annoyance laced his voice as he stared grumpily at the black teared skeleton.

"O-oh! It was just you Nightmare..''

Killer's cheek got tinted a bit red from embarrassment thinking that his leader was an intruder.

Nightmare just scoffed dramatically as he walked passed Killer and looked around the kitchen, while the target souled one placed back the knives he grabbed, keeping one of the ones he liked. .

The one he kept was extremely sharp, with small sharp markings at the time, it looked like snakes tongue at the tip, while the rest was slim and clean cut.

Killer was about to say something else till he heard some yelp from he main room he started in. .

"Who the hell....."

Nightmare grumbled, knowing that the others have probably just one up and one of them are doing something incredibly stupid.

"Should we-"

"You go investigate what the fuck they're doing while I investigate the rest of the first floor...I don't want to deal with anyone's bullshit right now..''

Nightmare command, as his bright cyan blue was filled with irritation and displeasure.

Killer could only nod, as the went out of the kitchen to see what had happened while Nightmare looked around for more information to know where they are.

Killer had made it to the main room and saw......

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h a-

cliff hangeRs-

and we got Geno here now! All we need now is Reaper- and i have a good idea for hiM-

Also sorry for this taking so long-! I've just been busy with my life and school-

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

-MAA

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