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    The wind was harsh as trees rushed around with their sickly thin branches. The trees held no bright green leaves, as the grass followed the same color scheme. The grass was dull, crumbling underneath death's feet.

   Now that was mentioned, a cloaked skeleton walked among these dead biotic things. Though he wasn't really walking, floating was a better term to use for this god.

   He goes by the name Reaper.

   Rumors' had it that anything he touch would crumble up and dust away. With that going around, he got a bit more feared with the mortals. Gods/goddesses and immortals, on the other hand, were a different story.

  But that's besides the point, the god of death had finally finished reaping another one's soul.

   The godly skeleton wore a rather big black cloak that was ripped at the edges near the bottom, giving an old look to the cloth. Lining the waist of the clothing and the skeleton's body is rope, keeping everything in place.

   At top, there was a gaster blaster charm with more rope going through it, acting as a place holder to help adjust the Grim Reaper's hood.

    The hood of the black cloak covered most of his skull, leaving only bis teach and chin showing, but with or without the hood, it was very clear that his eye-sockets held no eye-lights. In his boney hand was a check list and a red pen being clutched slightly as the god of death check-marked a few names.

    Lady bafina 

     Check

   Lucy benwhat 

     Check

   Sturart beninggfeild 

     Check

    The last name was noted to be strange, but lets not judge each other, shall we? All that made noise was that red pen moving along that death List. Just then, the grim reaper paused.

    He had finished his list...

   That was strange..He didn't usually finish this quickly, but that wasn't one of his main concerns at the moment. The name Geno would always be on the list. . .

    The god knew the immortal glitch named Geno personally. He's a small, cute, tsundere that always wore his dead brother's bright red scarf. . .Why wasn't his name on the list? His death was due late by..around 2 years now, so why would his name not be on the list anymore...?

     He couldn't have. . .been reaped by another grim reaper..could he?

    The deadly god started to panic, what if something really did happen to Geno? What if he lost his Geno forever..? Would life even help him get Geno back..?

     The male's breathing started to hitch at the loose thoughts that scrambled around his mind, filling it with negative thoughts and images. Without thinking he tried to open a portal tot he save screen....he needed to check on him...

    After a few moments....Nothing happened. . .The portal wasn't summoned...He wasn't seeing Geno anywhere......He didn't move at all....

      He looked around, same sickly dead forest, same red sky, same everyth-

    No...

Something isn't right here....

    He felt a powerful force near him...But no one comes here besides his brother...unless Gaster was somehow brought back into the immortal world, he wouldn't have this aura of strength...

   The cloaked figure, curious, went toward this force, searching for this answer of what and why this is....

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    Killer had stumbled upon something rather to look at....

    Dust and Horror were both at each other's necks, most likely bickering over  something as useless as what best way is to torture someone or how to dress for murder....yeah...Their arguments can get pretty pointless...And apparently the yelp came from Dream as Ink was tending to a rather big scar on the positive skeleton's shoulder. How the hell could this have happened in the first place.

   Surprisingly Cross was still asleep as Blue was cuddling a pillow he found, most likely not enjoying all the yelling that was taking place at the moment. Error was no where to be seen and Lust was just looking around the place with bright purple eye-lights.

    The black teared skeleton sighed, he wasn't up to dealing with these two's bickering today. They have so many things that needed to be done like getting out of here.

   killer made his way over to Dust and Horror, who were practically spitting curse words at each other whenever the other started talking. Killer went over to Dust as he raised his skeletal hand and. . .

SLAP

   There was a slight red slap mark on Dust's right cheek as the room fell silent. . .

  Killer turned to Horror and brought his hand near the bloody skeleton's left cheek before moving away slightly and

SLAP

   Horror, as like Dust, had a slight red slap mark in the shape of Killer's hand on his left cheek. The whole room was silent, before the one who made the slaps called out. "Get yourself together why don't ya? We have more important things that needs to be done that could've done well without all of your anger towards each other." Killer may be all childish around the gang but whenever he had to be serious, he gets quite imitating. . .

   Dust just huffed and sat down next to Blue as in contrast to Horror just looking away from the slightly shorter skeleton who was commanding them slightly.

    Cross was defiantly awake now, as he was now sitting up on the couch, his back slightly curved but mostly straight like an orchestra  student. his red and white eye-lights scanned the event that was taking place.

   After a few good moments, Horror finally sat down on a random love seat chair that was near by and huffed. "Wherever the hell we are, I just want to get out. ." Horror grumbled slightly, as he took out his axe from his hoodie......

If his axe was there of course....

Horror froze up, his slightly bloodied hand going out of his inside hoodie pocket emptied handed......

   "Who took my axe..?" Horror gritted his teeth slightly as he talked, not pleased with his current situation even more.

   "Well I don't know, Horror. Who could've stole your useless bloodied axe, huh?" Dust spat Horror's name like it was acid on his tongue.

   "Well, I'm starting to speculate that YOU stole my axe!" Horror accused Dust of the action of stealing his beloved axe.

   "OH WELL YOU-"

"ENOUGH!"

      -//-//-//-

    The skeleton had finally found that strange source of magic, but it was a visitor he wasn't expecting..

Well the visitor isn't actually a real person per say......

   A strange door stood in the middle of a circle tree den. The trees acted like a hut of some sorts, with their sickening long fingers that were fine branches on the slightly thicker branches. The door itself stood out from those dark browns and blacks and reds the world carried.

   The door was a weird shade of grey. It was darkish but yet light but it had this weird red tint to it, making the door look more dangerous and unpleasant in it's own sense. The door was slightly ajar, as the metal piece that clicked the door shut was clear tot he blind eye.

   The door was covered in vines and a few black, crumbled roses came out of those vines with thorns.

Why was this door even here...? 

    The grim reaper approached the door, making his own opening through the hut. His deathly touch made all those trees crumble down into nothing, as he walked to the mysterious door. He placed his skeletal hand onto the slightly rusted door handle. The door handle, made of some sort of copper gold, was extremely cold, matching the god's unbelievable cold touch and stare.

      He tugged the door open, showing only the other side of the dead forest, the red sky showing through slightly from the thin hands of the trees. He was curious as any immortal and mortal would be. But the thing that separates an mortal's curiosity and an immortal's curiosity is that the immortal had more shots then one.

  Taking a slight breath, the cloaked skeleton walked through the door, to only be hit with coldness and the darkest of blacks overing his sight. His body fell numb as his conscious faded from his deadly soul.

Another one bites the dust to the door...  

-//-//--//-//-

    Nightmare was now in the room, and his expression was anything but pleased.

    "Will you two PLEASE stop your fucking bickering for one second?!" Nightmare scolded Dust's and Horror's behavior. Killer sighed before looking around again. Lust had covered blue's ears from Nightmare's cuss word, as Dust was being occupied  with Nightmare as well as Horror.

   Dream's cut was now bandaged and the cut was slowly healing, as it was slightly deep, but not so deep like it was a valley or something, a little bit deeper then your average cut. Ink was just looking at the situation everyone had gotten themselves into, slightly disappointed. 

     Cross had gotten up from  his seat and was walking over towards Nightmare. Killer's eye-lights slitted slightly with slight jealousy, as he thought. 'How can Cross get so close to Nightmare and Nightmare be okay with him being around him so much while I can't be near him for less then 5 minutes..?!' Killer groaned, slumping down onto a nearby fainting couch.

   But then something caught the attention of everyone in the room, as everyone paused, even Nightmare.

     The house made this loud groan, like someone stepped on a unstable piece of wood, but it sounded......like someone was actually groaning....  

   "What.....the hell was that...?"

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Heyo! It's been awhile hasn't it? Sorry That I hadn't been able to update this book as soon as I wanted to, I had a few things that I needed to take care of...

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

666 word: Needed

word count: 1650 (Edited) 

edit: There I fixed the word Enough- now StOP mEmeing mE M0m-