Don't you remember? 

...

Let's see...

How about this one? 

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Don't you remember?

His body evaporated into dust, blowing away with the small sliver of draft. 

Don't you remember them?

The head was laying in the powdery snow, cradled in a crimson scarf.

Don't you remember him?

The murderer smiled, for they saw the past, present, and future. 

Don't you remember ME?

Crush.

Don't you remember...

Papyrus was no more.

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Geno arose with a cold sweat.
Tears were brimming his 'eyes' and he was breathing harshly. 

Oh. 

It was just a nightmare.
Just a nightmare...
A Nightmare...? 

Was It a Nightmare? 

"Geno?" A familiar figure strode over to him, concern on their face.
He expected them to fly at him, wrapping their arms around him as if they were crazy. 

However, nothing came but a soft pat on his left shoulder.

"Geno...?" the voice called once more, it's feminine nature surprising him. He peered up at the person, which was none other than the Goddess Of Life herself! 

"...uh-" 

"Oh! You talked! Are you well?" 

"'Well'? Why wouldn't I be?" Geno's confused stare formed into realization.
"Oh...my scar? It's-" 

"Scar? You have one?" 

His mouth opened, then closed. "Uh...It's a small one on my...um... leg. From falling." 

Life's eyes looked over Geno. " Do you wish for me to heal it?" 

"Nope, I'm fine." 

"Alright then. Would you prefer something to eat?" 

"Sure..." 

Life gave Geno a warm smile before she hurried off to the kitchen.

~~~

"So, where's Reaper?"

Life was currently working in the kitchen, mixing ingredients and preparing dishes. Geno was lounging at a decently-sized wooden table, enjoying a warm mocha in a mug. 

"Reaper is at work at the moment."  She replied, gracefully gliding around the kitchen.
"He should be back shortly!" 

"Cool." Geno commented, taking a small sip of his beverage. 

Not three minutes have passed when the skeleton god appeared at the table, holding his scythe. 

"Oh look, sleeping beauty is finally awake!" Reaper chuckled, taking a seat across from Geno. 

"Yes. I am amazing. Bask in my beauty." Geno retorted, smiling and subtly covering his blush with his scarf. Reaper had noticed his gesture, but didn't comment on it. Instead, he had turned to his other friend. 

"What'cha making, Life?" 

"Is Grilled  Chicken and Mushroom Risotto alright?" She answered with her own question. 

"What is it? Risotto, I mean." Geno asked. 

Life paused for a moment, trying to find the correct words. "Hm... It's something similar to a rice dish...but it's cooked in stock and other ingredients." 

"Ah. Sounds good." 

"I agree, but I never knew you could make something so...exotic?" Reaper had piped up. 

"Well, I do have a guest in my home! I want to make them feel as comfortable as possible." Life smiled, turning back to her work. 

Geno slowly leaned over to Reaper. "If she really wanted to make me feel at home, she could have just gave me a bottle of ketchup." He whispered. Reaper gave Geno a strange look.

"What? I like the stuff, okay?!" 

"I guess. I do admit, it's pretty good." 

"Ha! So you WOULD drink it." 

"I wouldn't necessarily want to drink it, but I could." 

"Lies! You just told me-" 

"Hey, it's not the best." 

Geno gasped. "HOW DARE YOU." 

"What? It's my opinion." 

"BUT KETCHUP IS THE MOST AWESOME FOOD TO CONSUME!" 

"It's technically not a food." 

"WELL IT SHOULD BE!" 

Life set down three plates of her dish onto the table, holding back snickers. "You two bicker like cute little children! It is simply adorable!" 

"We were not bickering. We were just having a civilized conversation." Geno corrected, briefly thanking Life for the food she had gave him. 

"About ketchup? Yeah. Completely civilized."Reaper laughed, also thanking Life. 

"Shut up, Reaper." 

"Never." 

The aroma of the chicken and risotto wafted through the air. Life sat at the head of the table, grinning at her success. The taste of the food was...amazing. The Mushroom Risotto had a creamy, smooth texture, the mushrooms giving the side-dish a flavorful addition. The Grilled Chicken was simply divine, providing a smokey and brilliant taste and having a perfect texture all together (with a small hint of spice to it). 

Geno's mouth was watering after the first bite.

Never in his whole existence has he tried such a wonderful dish. 

"I think you broke him with your amazing dish, Tori." Reaper blurted, watching Geno's reaction. 

"I guess so!" Life giggled, overjoyed at Geno's response. 

Tori?

As in Toriel?

It reminds him of...

The memory dulled his expression. "huh...I bet she would be an amazing chef if she could just see the surface once again..." He mumbled. 

The others both caught the small phrase and frowned. 

"...May I ask who 'she' is?" Life had questioned. 

"...It's...It's nothing." Geno reassured the both of them, smiling.

"Let's just enjoy this food, alright?"

~~💀~~

Reaper dropped his fork onto the table. 

That smile. 

It was...

It was his. 

It was the same smile he would use to hide his sadness.

His grief. 

Life nodded awkwardly, continuing to consume her food. Geno was doing the same, gulping it down. Reaper was sitting still, staring at his own plate. 

Geno... 

'What made you so sad as to copy me?'

~~💔~~

"Wow! I've never had such an...spectacular meal! Thanks, Life!" Geno was smiling brightly. He had genuinely loved the meal, wishing he could make it himself one day. 

"Toriel. Please, call me Toriel." Life giggled. "And I am glad that you enjoyed my cooking, Geno." 

The skeleton nodded, staying at the table. His mocha was still half-full, the sweetness of the drink appealing to him. 

"So, you like mochas?" Reaper asked, interested. He snatched the mug from the table, examining the liquid. 

"So what if I do? Are we going to have another civilized conversation debating over how awesome it is???" Geno huffed, trying to take the mug back. 

"Nah. I actually love coffee. It's a great drink." Then, Reaper brung the mug to his 'lips' and took a considerate sip. 

"HEY! IF YOU WANTED SOME, YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN SOME YOURSELF!" Geno protested in anger. 

The god smirked. "What ruffled your feathers?" 

"YOU! WITH YOUR KETCHUP-HATING BUTT." 

"Hun, I don't even have a butt. I'm a skeleton, remember?" 

"WELL I'M GONNA KICK YOUR 'NON-EXISTENT BUTT' IF YOU DON'T TAKE BACK YOUR WORDS!" 

Reaper was laughing now, trying to inhale oxygen. "PFFT. AS IF." He took another sip, smiling at Geno. The other simply glared at him. 

Of course he wouldn't hurt his best friend...
Yet. 

"...I hate you." 

"Daw. I love ya too~." 

Geno rolled his 'eyes'.
Reaper and his snarky *ss. 

Casually, Reaper checked a calendar on Life's wall. 

Suddenly, he dropped the mug. 

Luckily, the mocha was saved by Geno's quick reflexes and he managed to catch it with his magic. Carefully, the mug floated over into Geno's bony hands. Reaper was staring at the calendar, a blank expression on his face. Geno took a small sip. 

"Uh, Reaper? You okay?" Geno's face then scrunched-up, a look of disgust crossing his face.

"Did you accidentally spit into my drink or something? The hell?" 

Reaper slowly glanced at Geno, his eyes empty. 

"Today is the day...that my brother was executed."