Donated by Susianna2 and reading this can't wait for part 2

Ok, Sans, it's your first reaping in an alternate au. You got this, it's just like back home, just somewhere else. Wait, gotta call myself 'Reaper' now. Do we really need that many Sanses? Focus!

In front of me stood a bar, not too unlike the ones the alternates of my friend runs. Running a bar is not what I thought he would ever do, but it's not actually him now is it? My victim isn't in there anyways.

They're over there.

Off to the side, two drunken men stumble into an alley, one far too drunk for any monster to survive. There might have been some other factors if that black eye and busted rib cage has any say in it. Must have been in a bar fight and lost. Oh well, whatever. It's time for me to do my work.

I hovered in behind them, silently pulling out my scythe. Death is silent and cometh quickly, being merciless in its pursuit for your soul. The other stumbled when the weight of the other left his shoulder in a flying pile of dust. He stumbled around in a circle looking for his buddy whose soul I added to the storage space hidden within the amulet hanging around my neck.

"Hey, sexy bones, you haven't seen my buddy, have you?" Sexy bones. The remaining monster between the two was apparently addressing me. Also, who told him to continue just because I was quiet? "No matter. I'd rather not have him mess up my chance with a cutie like you." Am I sexy or cute, make up your mind! Wait, why do I care and why are you so close? I had to lean away to avoid the alcohol on his breath. It's very strong. "Why don't we take a chance to know each other better and get that inhibiting dress off you." Well, for one thing, this is a robe, not a dress. And for another thing, I still have my scythe out and my list can be adjusted as necessary. Lucky for him, I don't want to deal with the paperwork, so I'll just threaten him for now.

A quick step back allowed me to test my blade right under his chin, letting even his addled brain understand his situation.

"Touch me and you'll be dust where you stand."

Never have I regretted a sentence more in my life.

Several years... or centuries? I'm a god, so who knows how long later.

I entered the black void like area, searching for the familiar patch of color that breaks this monotony. It's been a long day, and apparently a long time since I last have been here, if the sheer amount of news I have to share is any indicator.

"Geno, you'll never believe how crazy things have been out there. That idiotic creator is gathering people to fight off a so called 'destroyer.' At least that destroyer deals with the souls so that I don't have to go fishing anymore. Geno?" No white and red skeleton on the green patch. The screens peering into the au were all closed, adding to the darkness. Adding to the silence. "Geno?"

No whitish grey on the ground, and no reset button hovering in the air. There's just nothing.

"Geno?!" But nobody came.

I ran to the center of the grass where he had spent most of his time alone. Reaching out with my magic, I search for traces of his soul. It's fading a little, but it's from time and not death. What I don't understand why it's leading me out of the save screen.

Why is it leading me from the calming black to a dusty au? Not just any au, but one I can feel slowly getting added to my list.

Still the traces beckon me forward.

Through the Ruins, past the now off white Snowden, then the muddle Waterfall. The Hotlands looks about the same, but it's possible that the evidence has already burned away. The city of New Home was desolate, yet still there trace went on. Went on until it entered the judgement hall, the door opening right as the sound of a soul breaking echos out.

The soul trace ends at the reason for the break; a dark boned skeleton with multicolored phalanges, and blue tear marks running down their face. As he turned around, the look on his face, reminiscent of the one I know so well, affirms that this is indeed the one that I'm looking for.

"Geno?"