purple covers
"Wow, oh-so really dramatic." reaper sighed. He wrote down some remaining information to look through later.
"I guess i get it from you," geno shrugged, his eye was glued on the flower. It was somehow, calming.
"We bearly known each other for how long, three-four weeks?" Reaper raised and eye socket, "look, don't talk to another sans till I get this figured out,"
"What!? why!?" Geno yelled, "even if I made that deal with you that's not going to make me stop finding a way for the timeline to-"
"Ah," reaper raised a finger as he rose from the ground, "look the more you talk with another version of yourself the more you're known, I've figured it out. The more you talk to a sans, they have a memory of you, even if you take it away you'll still exist as a memory and people will start asking questions.
"And," reaper chimed, "the more you talk to them (sans) the more people will know of your presence, that's how I found you."
"That doesn't make any sense," geno stated, "if it's because of a memory, that means someone would have to meet me before, but you and I have never.......met"
Reaper already left, geno grunted in annoyance. Slowly he looked to his palms where death's precious flower stayed.
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Chara did a neutral run this time, only sparing when they pleased. Surprisingly, they spared all boss monsters, even papyrus.
The sans there knew about geno, so chara was able to have fun with him.
Geno only got pissed off even more, seeing papyrus hug that monster. Being friends with them. His anger only made the wound on his chest hurt even more, and frisk wasn't here to comfort him or give him reassurance.
"Not today," geno pleaded, he didn't want to feel the pain, it'll hurt more than it did last time.
But his pleads were ignored, glitches formed around his body making his voice sound like an old beat up record player, and geno was left in nothing but agony.
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Deaths head drooped down as he look through more of the records, it was mandatory for geno to be in here or else the gods will consider him an outcast and a abomination. Who knows what they'll do to him, the gods will do any means necessary to keep another "anomaly" to come in to their realm. To keep another incident, life was so misfortune to have, to happen to anything or anyone else.
God's don't really need sleep, let alone get tired, but death felt as if he missed out on some sleep. If that wasn't enough he felt something was very off.
Every time he came close to an even acknowledgement or even something close to a lost sans of geno's presence, the paragraph will cut off the sentence and start a new paragraph about another time line.
Something was definitely wrong, but he couldn't go to gaster about it. Death never really looked through books about the time lines, and gaster will get suspicious about it and find out about geno.
Death couldn't let that happen, not to someone like geno. Even if he did lie about bringing papyrus back, there was no way he could actually do that. Even if death had such abilities such as that, It still was impossible for his family to come back, that timeline was gone for a long time.
In other words, geno's world, family, home, or papyrus no longer exist. But geno does still exist, so no matter what, if you're at least not stardust yet you have to be in the record.
Deaths head slammed to the desk, he forced his head up in surprise.
"Must of dozed off," he mumbled.
Surprisingly, when death looked down he saw a purple book. Curiosity took the best of him, he got up from his spot and picked up the book from it's hiding spot. He studied the cover carefully, shocked at what it had.
Geno's scarf formed like a ribbon around what seemed like a drawing of deaths scythe. It also had some weird symbols.
"DEATH!!"
Reaper jumped from his spot, flinging the book into the air out of sight. Reaper quickly turned around to see the voice, papyrus.
His eyes gleamed at death, "DEATH, YOU'RE ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING!"
Reaper wheezed and grabbed papyrus's shoulder, "bro, please, don't do that again,"
"SORRY DEATH," papyrus apologized, "I WAS GLAD TO SEE YOU INTERESTED IN YOUR JOB SO MUCH!"
"Well," reaper winked, "I have to start doing something, bro. You do all the work while I do nothing - you know what? Take a break I'll be in here looking through things."
"BROTHER ARE YOU OK - OH ALRIGHT STOP PUSHING" papyrus said as he was gently but forced-pushed through the door.
"Bye paps~" Death chimed.
Reaper waited for a while to see if papyrus was completely out of sight and hearing range before he scrambled to find the book. He nearly knocked over a book shelf as he bolted to the spot he flung it too.
All he saw was a huge goblet that was empty with nothing in it but the colors of space.
"Dammit!" Death hissed, he nearly knocked over the goblet. The goblet was a like a trash disposal, it got ride of old time line information, sending it to nowhere, to basically cease to exist.
"God dammit!!, I was that close!", reaper was beyond pissed, he was that close to find real evidence to prove that geno was in fact not a abomination or a threat to the time lines or the gods.
Even if death would find a way to bring geno to prove to Asgore and Gaster he wouldn't have any proof that geno wasn't just some thing that was made from nothing.
Even then, geno will still be charged of using human determination. A taboo among the gods.
Even After That, geno will be charged of trying to erase an entire time line!
Deaths bony fingers rubbed his head, trying to think. He hasn't been in this much stress or pressure since life's death. Reaper was going to need to get help soon, geno's too stubborn to not try and reach his goal. Even without all that determination it's still actually impossible to change geno's mind.
All this, just for one mortal. Death thought to himself, allowing himself to chuckle till he had an eye opining thought.
.....Why am I doing this?
(Yay! Another one done, hope you guys like it. BTW it took me an effortless hour to make that drawing XD.)
(Anywho, geno belongs to CQ aka Loverofpiggies reaper belongs to renrik)
I own nothing but the plot, please support the original creators of the characters.
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