You know, Reaper saying Geno actually makes a lot of sense. (The Killing Kind Video Reaper x Error. Just saying.)

~Dust's POV~

I gasp softly, hovering my hands around the scythe lodged in my ribcage. Reaper leans down.

"You may have beat me to killing Ink, but you won't be keeping Error away from me~" I try to reach up at Reaper, but he pulls my soul out and crushes it in his hands, making sure to stay far enough back to not get dust on his body. He removes the scythe and cleans it. I feel my body dusting. Reaper grins.

"All that LOVE, and you still dust the same. Heh."

~Error's POV~

I searched in the drawers and found a sharp knife. I have spent the better part of the last hour trying to pick the anti-magic cuffs. I've so far had no luck, but I can't keep relying on luck and hoping that whoever finds me will be nice and benevolent. I grab the knife again, prying one wrist cuff off. However, a thump sounds on the door behind me, scaring me into the closet. I close the closet behind me just as the door is broken down, Reaper Sans walking into the room and looking around.

"Error. Hey. Dust agreed for me to take you to Life, for healing." I breath softly, working the other wrist cuff off.

"I know you're probably really scared right now. It's okay. I'll give you the time to calm down and leave your hiding place." Reaper sits down, placing his scythe a few feet away from him. I focus on the ankle cuffs, getting one undone as Reaper looks right at the closet.

"Error, I know you're in the closet. You don't need to hide." I pant softly, and finally get the final cuff off, smiling in triumph.

"5-50rry, R34p3r...w-w45 ju5t r3m0ving my cuff5." I slowly open the closet, surprised to see Reaper just calmly smiling at me.

"Fair. Did Dust put those cuffs on you?"

"N-n0...Ink did..." I mumble softly. Reaper seems slightly enraged, but calmly smiles.

"Alright. Well, take my hand, and I'll teleport us to Tor." I nod, walking over and taking his outstretched hand. He grabs his scythe, and we are instantly somewhere I've never seen. The area is so vibrant, filled with...Life. And then I turn and see her. A goat monster clad in simple clothing, with a simple flower crown on her head. But she is just radiating magic and love and warmth and life. I take a step forward, and she turns, smiling at Reaper and I.

"Death. Good to see you again. And is this the Geno I've heard so much about?" I rub my right arm, now uncomfortable.

"4ctu411y my n4m3 i5 3rr0r."

"Oh, Error. Pleasure to meet you." Reaper smiles at Life.

"Well, Tor, can you check him over and heal him?" Life nods, leading me into her home.

"Of course, Death." Life gestures and I sit on the couch she gestured at, looking around. Everything around her is simplistic and filled with life.

"Nic3 p14c3 y0u g0t h3r3." She smiles, walking back in with a medkit.

"Thank you. I will bandage up any surface wounds I find, then use my magic for any deeper wounds I find." I nod. She sits in front of me, placing the kit on her lap.

"I'm going to need you to remove your shirt and jacket, and I need to know if you have any conditions that might make treating you hard." I slowly pull off my jacket, thinking.

"W311, I'm 4 h4ph3ph0b3."

"Averse to touch, very well. Anything else?"

"Um...y0u w0n't t311 R34p3r?"

"No. What is mentioned here will remain confidential."

"W311...I'm 4 D35tr0y3r...but n0t by ch0ic3..." I pull up my shirt, hesitantly allowing her to see the numerous scars covering my ribs.

"M0r3 r3c3nt 5c4r5...d-d0wn th3r3...b-b3c4u53 Ink d-did t0uch th3r4py...4nd b3f0r3 I w45 54v3d, h3 u53d 4 vibr4ting d3vic3 0n m3...I-IN m3." Life sighs softly.

"Okay. Thank you for telling me and being honest." Life studies the rib scars.

"I will heal what I can, but scars...scars are harder to heal than wounds." She smiles at me.

"But I will do everything in my power to heal you."

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~Still Error's POV~

I'm sitting on Reaper's couch, trying to use this new fangled 'cell-phone'. Reaper is sitting on the other half of the couch, grinning at me. I huff in exasperation, throwing the phone across the room. Reap's Pap teleports at the wrong moment, landing right in the cell-phone's path of destruction. Reaper snorts in both fear and surprise and amusement. Reap's Pap blinks, picking up the phone after it hit him in the head.

"I see you are trying to get Error to learn how to use a cell phone. How is it going?"

"About as expected, bro." I roll my eyelights, turning my gaze outside. I place my hand against the window, sighing softly.

"Why c4n't I 134v3?"

"I already told you, Error." I look at Reaper.

"Asgore could decide to kill you. The last time he did that...I couldn't protect the person I love." I roll my eyelights, looking back at the window.

"0h, 1ik3 y0u 41r34dy 10v3 m3. W3 0n1y m3t 4 w33k 4g0."

"I've loved you, even before you met me." I laugh, sighing softly and standing up.

"W311, h0w d0 y0u kn0w 45g0r3 w0u1d try t0 h4rm m3? F0r 411 y0u kn0w, h3'5 ju5t 4 big-h34rt3d b411 0f f1uff."

"Error, this isn't up for discussion." I fold my arms over my chest.

"50 I'11 b3 5tuck h3r3 f0r 3t3rnity?!"

"Aren't I enough company?" Reaper's eyelights hold the slightest bit of frustration I can't seem to breath as the world around me warps and morphs to a reminder of a frustrated Ink. I attempt to stumble backward, but find myself unable to move as Ink gets closer, holding a whip.

"Error, you've been a bad boy." I crouch down, holding my skull as tears run down my cheeks.

"1E4V3 M3 410N3 INK!" I pant softly, slowly blinking as I realize the floor isn't Ink's basement, but rather, the carpeted floor of Reaper's house. I slowly look up, to see Reaper tied up in blue strings and held against the wall far away from me. Paps is silently watching on. I slowly get to my feet, the tears not stopping. I open a portal and run.

"Error wait-!" I close the portal behind me, crouching down and just sobbing. Eventually I calm down enough to see that I came to the alcove Ink kidnapped me from. I shake my head, stand up, and walk around, trying to find somewhere safer.

~Reaper's POV~

I frantically open a portal, following Error to OuterTale, sighing when I land in an isolated alcove. I look around, trying to figure out where Error might have gone.

"Brother." I look over my shoulder at Paps.

"Paps...you don't need to follow me."

"No...Asgore just updated our quota."

"No."

"Unfortunately..."

"Paps. I'll fight you over this. You're not taking Error from me!"

"We have a job to do above anything else."

"Well, I don't care!"

"I'm sorry Sans." I close my eyes, shaking my head.

"No, brother. I'm sorry." I slash with my scythe, so fast he couldn't even react as he begins dusting.

"Brother?"

"Sorry. But Error is MINE. And Nobody...and I mean NOBODY...will take him from me."

~Error's POV~

My eyelights shake as I hold a hand over my mouth, thankful for the rock hiding me from Reaper.

He just killed his brother, because of me...I...I need to run. Find someone safe.

A portal opens behind me, someone grabbing my hood and pulling me through, covering my mouth. I reach for the portal, but find the portal closed. I try to struggle against my captor, but find a cloth over my mouth. The darkness closes in, and before I know it, I'm out like a light.