~~💀~~

The scarfed skeleton has been avoiding the kitchen ever since that day.
He was often found sitting on the couch, staring at the floor. 

Reaper was anxious.
"Geno." He finally blurted, floating over to him. 

The other was in the middle of tracing the lines of the floorboards with his gaze, snapping out of his trance as soon as Reaper called him. He lifted his head so that he was facing the god.
"Are you okay?" 

Geno slowly blinked. "What??" 

"Well, you haven't been acting like yourself lately. You've been silent and still while staring at nothing but the floor. Hell, you've barely moved from the couch for about a week now." Reaper was using his hands to count out the different symptoms, each making Geno more and more dreadful.

"So, I want to know what's wrong." 

"..." 

"Geno?" 

Geno lifted his feet onto the couch, his bony knees resting against his chest. "I don't want to talk about it." 

"If you're not comfortable with talking, that's fine, but at least tell me what spooked you." 

"What do you mean? I'm not scared of anything." 

Lies. 

"Geno, don't act like I'm stupid. I know you've been avoiding the kitchen as much as possible." 

"The couch is just too comfortable." 

"Geno." 

"What? It is." 

Reaper reached out, taking the other's small bony hand into his own. "Please. Just tell me what happened and I'll make it disappear. If it's the forks, we'll never use them again.  If it's the spoons, I'll throw them out. If it's the knives-" 

Geno flinched violently, pulling away from Reaper quickly. "Why are you listing silverware? S-Silverware isn't scary..." 

Reaper raised an 'eyebrow'.

Did Geno...?
 Maybe...
if his suspicions were correct... 

Swiftly, he wrapped both of his arms around Geno, pulling him into a strong hug. "Tori!" 

In a matter of seconds, the goddess walked into the room. "Reaper? Did you call?" 

"Yeah. Can you get me all of the different kinds of eating utensils from the silverware drawer?" 

The god felt Geno flinch and begin to struggle. He knew Geno would figure out what he was about to do.
Life was a little confused, but walked into the kitchen anyways. 

Geno was now thrashing. "REAPER STOP IT." 

"Not until you tell me." 

"REAPER I SWEAR TO GOD, LET ME GO." 

"Shush. You're too loud." 

"I MIGHT AS WELL SCREAM THEN IF YOU DON'T LET GO!!!" 

Life came back with all of the requested items, setting them on the coffee table. She looked at the struggling Geno in Reaper's arms, confused.

"Is he alright?" She asked. 

"LIFE, GET REAPER OFF OF ME!" The skeleton shouted, his voice suddenly muffled afterwards by Reaper's sleeve. 

"He's fine." Reaper smiled, waving the goddess away. 

She stood there for a few moments before folding her arms. "Reaper, please tell me what you are planning." 

The god's smile fell as he let out a sigh. "It's nothing dangerous, I assure you." 

~~💔~~

Eventually, Geno had tired of struggling and simply resting in Reaper's arms, silent once more. Life was sitting in the other seat, watching the two. 

Reaper tilted his skull downwards. "Are you calm now?" 

"Let me go." 

"I'll take that as a probably." 

With effort, Reaper leaned over to the coffee table with the large bundle of bones, picking up a fork. He sat Geno up on the couch and took one of his palms. Finally, Reaper set the fork in his hand.
"Okay, How do you feel?" 

Life was utterly confused.

Why would Reaper ask such a question? 

"Uh. Tired." Geno responded, waiting for Reaper to do something that he wouldn't enjoy. 

"Because?" 

"I have to deal with you." 

"Alright, that's not it." The god took the fork from Geno and placed it back on the table. He then picked up a spoon and handed it to the puzzled other.

"How do you feel?" 

"What's the point of this anyways?" 

"Well, you pulled out the silverware drawer and completely freaked out. I want to know Why." 

Geno remembered that he did pull out the drawer.
After that...
He softly shook his head, forcing the memory away. 

He didn't want to remember. "Well, this is stupid." 

Reaper chuckled, taking the spoon away. "Yeah, I figured." 

Then, the god peered at Geno reluctantly, placing the spoon back. He had something behind his back, his body obscuring Geno's vision.
Slowly, Reaper placed the next item into Geno's hands, staring at his face.

~~💀~~

Geno froze. 

Reaper's hands were holding Geno's as he made the skeleton wrap his fingers around the knife's handle. "...How do you feel?" 

There was no response. The skeleton simply started to breathe faster. His pin-pricks shrunk to tiny dots, which were glue to the knife. Reaper felt Geno's hands begin to shake. 

Quickly, Reaper withdrew the knife from Geno, forcing the smaller forward to hide in his chest.
Immediately, the blade turned to ash in his palms, it's remains fading from sight. 

Life watched the whole scene, starting to understand what was going on. "Reaper, is he...?" 

"Yeah. Aichmophobia."