Apparently there isn't enough Reaper angst in the world.. sure lest go down the deep dark hole. Warning Torture.

A cough filled the air, deep and bone rattling. Reaper felt marrow drip down his chin, dripping slowly down to the floor and the few rags on his body.

He grunted as something hit his spine over and over again hard, gritting his teeth so not to scream as bone cracked from the force.

"Reaper, all you have to do it tell me to stop," Ink laughed, raising the spikes weapon up again.

"Funk you..." Reaper said spitting marrow at the other skeleton.

"How dirty, all this would end if you tell me where your dear Geno is," Ink purred grabbing his face, tiling the Death gods face this way and that painfully.

"Fall into the void soulless wonder," Reaper managed to snarl.

"Tsch..." Ink said clicking his teeth together, his eye lights red warning symbols.

The artist sat down on a chair, swirling broomie that was dripping a too familiar liquid considered it spilled from his body.

"No one knows your missing Reapy, not even dear Grimy.. its easy enough to create puppets," Ink giggled manically.

"You won't get away with this," he hissed.

"Oh but I am, Geno might have escaped his story but I'm placing him right back in. He's be glorious as I paint the rest of him red also," Ink laughed.

Reaper struggled, chains rattling and trying not to scream from the pain from his damaged body.

"How about this, I'll let you go if you tell me where he is," Ink almost sang, Reaper remained silent.

"Fool, souls make you weak," Ink said, raising his weapon.

'Geno...' was his last conscious thought at darkness claimed him.

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Geno frowned as he read the description on the back of a book, he was out buying some new books to read.

Thump

He started at the suddenly fallen book, feeling a  strange coldness.

"Reaper?" he called looking around.