Reaper woke up to the mumbles of Papyrus's voice downstairs. He didn't think much of it, Papyrus talked with Undyne and Mettaton a lot over phone. He then looked down at the skeleton holding him close. Geno still had his face buried in his cloak, nuzzling his chest.

Reaper chuckled at how cute he looked. In a hushed voice, Reaper tried to wake him, "Geno.~" Geno didn't budge. "Geno.~" Reaper pinched at his cheek and wiggles it. Geno's expression turned annoyed as he broke away. "C'mon, we have to wake up sometime,"

"Yeah, but can that sometime be a little later?" Geno mumbled into Reaper's ribs. Reaper leaned toward Geno to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. "Please?" Geno felt especially lazy today. Reaper smiled softly at the other, pulling Geno over him and kissing his mouth. "Fine," Geno grumbled and shuffled out of bed grudgingly.

Reaper was right behind him and then he heard it, but Geno saw him first. From the stairs Geno saw Gaster talking with Papyrus. He backed up quickly, bumping into Reaper that backed up into his room.

"Why is he here?" Geno whisper screamed.

"I—can't feel his presence for some reason! And my scythe is downstairs..." His panic seeped into his voice. "What do I do?" He tried to think.

"Sans." Reaper jumped and turned to face Gaster. "Now that you can't run," His magic held onto both of their souls, "I'd like you to both come with me." Gaster held onto their souls as he walk downstairs. Geno was thrashing around, his eye sockets starting to hold tears.

Geno growled, "Let me go you motherfucker!"

Gaster's magic slammed him into the wall. He did this again, "No! Stop!" And again, knocking Geno out. "Don't hurt him!" Reaper tried to get to Geno but he was trapped with blue magic, and Geno floated limply in the magic. Reaper looked over at his brother, but Papyrus didn't look him in the eye. He couldn't say anything, he just stared at him with a face of disbelief. Papyrus brought Gaster to them. Reaper felt betrayed by Papyrus. His eye contact didn't falter as Gaster teleported away.

Geno forced himself to wake up. He looked around at the cement and darkness. He was in some sort of prison. The pounding in his skull made it harder to see, but he ignored the migraine and started to figure out how to get out.

"Goddamnit, how is there no lock?" He mumbled as he felt the other side of the door. He felt uneasy magic around him, but then he noticed it. "R-Reaper?"

He heard nothing at first, thinking that the uneasiness was just himself, but he heard footsteps, "Geno!" He turned to the sound. A small window almost too high for him to reach. Reaper floated right next to the window. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine—are you okay?" Geno felt his magic pick him up so the he was next to him behind the barred window.

"Who cares? I'm immortal!"

Geno scoffed as if to say Was that even a question?,"I care!" His scold kind of turned into a pathetic laugh that Reaper laugh to too. "Can you not teleport?"

"No," Reaper looked away, "My scythe is the source of most of my power. I can do small things without it but I'm kind of useless without it." Geno felt this was the end. He didn't even get to die, he would have just lived to stopped existing. "I'm sorry—none of this would've happened if I just kept my distance."

"It's okay."

"No, it's really not." Reaper could reach his hands out between the bars. Geno held his hands out to hold his. "I messed up a lot."

"It's not your fault."

Reaper noticed something. He noticed something about Geno that wasn't there before, "Why are you so calm?" He knew something was wrong, he could place it though.

"I am?" Geno asked. "I don't know, I'm just thinking—what are they gonna do to you?"

"I don't know, they can't kill me—" Reaper heard footsteps down the hall. He looked over and the wall to the left of him disappeared like magic. Undyne was left there, next to Papyrus.

"C'mon, Papyrus, don't do this to me." Papyrus didn't say anything ask he picked him up with magic.

"Shut it, Sans." Undyne growled. Geno fell back to the ground as Reaper was carried away, and the window closed, leaving him in the darkness again.

Reaper pleaded with his brother, "Papyrus please, don't do this—At least tell me what they're going to do with me." To think this morning he was cuddling with Geno, now they're going to kill him or worse.

Papyrus held in a breath, pulling his hood on his cloak up—which he never liked to do, but to avoid eye contact, "Please don't make this harder for both of us," Papyrus sighed and looked away. Reaper at that point had nothing more to say, wondering if Geno was still okay and still alive.

They walked into a room. Reaper realized where he was now—the castle. He looked over at Asgore and Gaster standing next to him. He looked down as to not give Gaster the eye contact. "Sans," He dared to look up. The king was in front of him as he floated in the magic held on his soul, "You know I don't want to do this," Reaper sighed. "I don't know what we would do with you yet but—"

"What about Geno?" Asgore let out a confused hum, "What are you going to do with him?"

"Who's...?" He looked over and Gaster and Gaster whispered something, "Ah...we will, um, destroy his existence unfortunately."

"W-What?"

"It's the only thing I can do, I'm sorry."

"Please leave him alone, it was my fault to begin with—please don't hurt him—" Reaper struggled a little in the magic. "I can't loose him."

Gaster cut in. "He's a distraction to your work. He disrupts the balance of time and we are only going by rules."

Asgore sighed, "He's right."

"We have to kill him."

Geno kicked at the walls in anger, "Gh! Why did they take him? I can't just sit here and—" The wall disappears as he was face to face with Gaster. He backed away but his magic pulled Geno with the taller skeleton. "Let go! I'll kill you!"

"Highly unlikely."

"What did you do to Reaper?" Geno growled.

Gaster smiled calmly, "You'll see." Was all he said. Geno simmered quietly and as he turned a corner he saw the large room. He saw Asgore, Papyrus, and Reaper next to Papyrus. "Here we are—"

"Geno!" Reaper struggled against the magic again, trying to get to Geno. He missed him even though he was right in front of him. He missed the freedom of being with him. "Don't do anything to him Gaster." He warned.

"Oh? I'm not doing anything to him," His magic yanked Reaper towards him. Reaper's scythe appeared in his other hand. "You are." Reaper felt his body loose feeling, but he was standing up straight somehow.

"W-What?" He suddenly felt his body move forward, towards Geno. Geno was held down on his knees by magic as Reaper slowly stepped forward involuntary. "Stop." He pleaded. His hands grasped the scythe and he held to it with both hands.

Geno looked up at him, which broke Reaper's soul more than it possibly could. "It's okay." He smile that smile to show he was okay. He looked like he's given up.

"No, stop." Shaking, Reaper's scythe rose above his head. His voice quavered and tears threatened his eyes. "Don't make me do this." He begged Gaster.

Gaster growled, "Stop trying to resist." And with that, the scythe slid cleanly over Geno's chest. A spray of blood came from the wound as Geno stared at it wide eyed. Geno felt his magic fight against the death coming back to him. It was losing.

Reaper finally broke through. His eye had one pinprick as the long, black wings made of feathers and bones struck at everyone around him and Geno. He fell to his knees, catching Geno as he fell forward. "Nonono—stay awake," He urged. "C'mon, you're tough—just stay awake for me." He understands why people hated death, why they hated him. Because it took away the things they loved, and for all the mortals knew, that person was gone forever.

He picked Geno up. He had a plan. He looked back at everyone, locking eyes with Papyrus. Papyrus didn't go after him as Reaper's scythe knocked the ground and they disappeared.

Reaper teleported to Life's garden. He was sure she could help. "It'll be okay Geno," he ran quickly through the area. "Don't worry, you'll be okay." Geno was unconscious at this point. Reaper thought he died.

"Tori!" He saw the familiar face and rushed over. She looked over at him calmly but was shocked when she saw what he was holding.

"Sans? Wh—"

"Help him, please." Desperation was clear in his voice. The possibility that the reality of losing Geno sunk into him like cold winter and seeped into his bones, "Please, I can't live without him—he's going to die, and I can't—" He was about ready to break down.

Toriel stood up urgently, "Give him to me," She commanded. Reaper looked up at her. Smiling gratefully that someone was possibly on their side, he floated Geno over to her grasp. She walked over to the table and pulled off his jacket and shirt. His wound before healed a little bit only to be a red gash along his bones, the other wound crossed on top of that wound, making an X on his chest.

"What happened?" Toriel asked, summoning healing magic as Reaper watched in horror.

"I can touch him and I couldn't get myself to kill him and Gaster wanted me to kill him so he took my body and made me try to kill him and—"

Toriel's voice softly enter the atmosphere, "Breathe Sans," It made Reaper stop and realize the tears falling down his face. He hasn't cried in so long that he wonder what that was falling down his face was at first. He was numb for so long the tears shook him. He brushed them away and took a deep breath.

"Is it wrong for me to love him?"

"Not at all," Toriel replies rather quickly. "One thing I have learned over all these years is that love cannot be quantified, it cannot be defined, and there is no limits to the endless possibilities it has. Love is very mysterious so even I cannot tell you what it is, but I will tell you this—It is always unpredictable. You never thought you would fall in love but yet, here you are."

Reaper stared at Toriel as she smiled calmly at the bleeding skeleton. An enigma. Reaper looked over at Geno, his soul was only a piece of a full soul. "Is he going to be okay?"

"If I was honest?" Toriel sighed, "No. Not at first." Reaper's soul sank at that. "But if he stays here awhile maybe I could fix him back up."

"I don't know if I have much time," Reaper mumbled.

"Lucky for you, neither mine or your presence is noticed here—it's how no one found me for so long." She turned back to Geno, his soul still glowing white in the green healing magic surrounding it.

"Can I stay here with him?" Reaper asked.

"Of course, I have a grudge against Asgore anyways," She chuckled. Reaper softly chuckled too, but the joke's happiness was all drowned out by the growing uneasiness and guilt inside him.