You can all thank  MoonAndStarsAlign and Nightstar246 and DarkMidnightDragon for co-writing or suggesting things for this one

Reaper walked down a street, someone was about to die.

Time to collect a soul.

A tall Sans walked by, wearing swag robes.

"Yo, your on my list," Reaper said holding up said list.

"Wait wait, you sure you have the right Alter Sans right? I'm kind of the original!" Alter said frantically.

"Yeah... no, its you," Reaper said.

Alter fled.

"They always flee," Reaper sighed, and followed.

Alter running for his life. Literally. He stops and sees a motorcycle. Frantically look around and pull out sticky notepad. Wrote down a I O U.

Jumps on the motorcycle, put the helmet on his hood, and drives off.

Reaper leisurely floated after him somehow keeping up

"Your never taking me!" Alter cried!

POOF

"Brah, what cha doing?" Fresh asked somehow appearing on the back of the bike.

"Fleeing certain Death," Alter said, Fresh turned and waved at Reaper who waved back.

"Looks more like a flying stroll for Reaper," Fresh responded.

Fresh 'Fresh poofed' a ramp for the motorcycle "Brah lets do some tricks"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Alter screamed as he went over the ramp.

Epic nearby gave it a 3 out of ten, then walked off.

The ramp exploded as Alter landed.

"Wicked Brah!"

"And look were back at the start," Reaper said landing, as apparently Alter had fled in a circle.

"Brother wait!" Grim said appearing as Reaper readied.. to well reap Alter.

"Whats up bro?" Reaper said looking to him.

"You took the wrong list, this is today's list!" Grim said handing the list to him.

"Huh... your right," Reaper said looking at the original list.

Alter sagged in relief.

"This is tomorrows list, see ya," Reaper said vanishing in dark mist.

Alter fainted with a squeak.

Fresh swaggered away

END