--DISCLAIMER-- Curse words are used, drinking references, CPAU references ((no sue ples)), sexual references, kinda?, tERrIbLE SkElEtOn LogiC, and a bunch of other stuff. Reader BEWARE!
Also, a note: Please, pLeASe don't get pissed off if I call him Reaper, and not Death. I'm actually used to calling him Death, but things change. Please, don't bitch about that shit in the comments. Thx m8s
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Geno's POV
I swear to God, I have never even seen this "cloak-wearing dumb skele-god," quote myself, in my entire afterlife, but I'm sure as hell that I got feelings about him. I really can't sleep. I have no idea what the time is, but I'm too lazy to check. All I just wanna do is sink back in the couch and drink, just like how I did with the spiked eggnog back at the damned party I threw a while ago. I'm not really sure if I like this idiotic sadist, or if I'm that drunk to THINK I like him, but...there's just something about him that makes me...
I dunno. This really is the stupidest goddamn thing that could ever happen to me. That party changed my whole damned afterlife. I just can't stop thinking about him. The way how he's so chill and...cool. How he took a picture of us and even posted it on social media while I was drunk. How he was able to shut my own mouth. How he even...referenced to sucking m-my...I can't. What if...he likes me back? I groaned. I took my final sip from the glass bottle, and I threw somewhere behind me. The last thing I ever heard before I passed out was the shattering of glass splinters, scattering behind me.
Third Person POV
Reaper had just been exploring the Alternate Universes. Honestly, he couldn't get bored. All these "creators" really made some screwed-up versions of Sans. Reaper shook his head. ((i am shooketh)) There's no way in hell that someone could've "created him." That's all just some messed up fairy-tale. He was on his trip back to choose an AU to go to. He knew that he should leave as fast as possible. Last time, he legit just exposed himself. Now he knows that it's a bad idea to post pictures of you "accidentally" killing off some AU's that now could never be known of, now that he knows Ink uses social media. ((let us all have a moment of silence for RumpelstiltskinTale))
He hasn't seen a whole lot of people recently. It's not like he ever could, but ever since last, last year ((2016)), he's gotten to actually talk to people without killing them off. Sure, a deadly face touch didn't hurt, but he had kinda flirted with the party maker. He was a good target; he was really drunk at the time, but Reaper did break up with Tori. If only there had been one last year ((2017)). Hey, why hasn't Geno thrown one last time? Could've been the only time he could get drunk and not look weird. Since there was nothing to do, why not visit him? Anyways, he's already dead, so no accidental deaths this time~. Reaper, ignoring all the consequences that could possibly happen, took a step into the Save Screen.
Reaper's POV
"Ayyye, looks like this place is...real killer." I commented, with a bit of a disgust in my voice.
The second I stepped in here, I almost broke my foot. All this shattered glass actually took me by surprise, which is kinda...weird. Was this some sort of defense..? For what? Or was there some type of accident. I gotta admit, I would freak the hell out if there was. I do kinda have feelings with...Geno. Kinda. But back to this place. It looked just like the drunken party-thrower himself; as if it had went to literal hell and back. It had an awful smell too, ((screw your non-existent noses)) like burning rubber. All this glass though...I had to tiptoe through all the junk! I sighed in relief as I saw Geno, all passed out, on his couch, in the Save Screen.
