grazing-the-dawn

[grazing-the-dawn]

Chapter 3

Prologue | Previous

Same warnings as the previous chapter! 🤺🩸☠️

Dream shared a worried glance with Nightmare. It was unusual for Vivid to be late for lunch… The child’s empty stomach was a really important matter to her and she never hesitated to voice it. It wasn’t weird for her to even come back early and go annoy one of them until she got a snack or a promise of a rapidly approaching meal.

“Maybe she just got very distracted?”, he tried.

Doubtful but who knew?

“We should go look for her, I don’t have a good feeling about it…” retorted Geno, who seemed ready to bolt at any moment.

Nightmare put a gentle hand on his partner’s shoulder and whispered something to him. Whatever it was, the monster untensed slightly.

They left the house, eager to find their protegee.

Dream lingered a second to the door before grabbing his bow and arrows.

Just in case.

The group separated quietly, a silent agreement to avoid noise while they searched through Vivid’s usual hang-out places.

They didn’t want to startle her if she was up a tree (he forbade her to do such but when did she ever listen to little old him?) after all.

Dream went up the river, following the familiar trail of big rocks he knew she enjoyed following up the northern cave.

The water was clear enough he could peer at various fish swimming at the bottom, each looking far more tastier than the one that will rest on their table for a while.

He hopped above a root dipping into the river, his feet agile (and shoeless, he didn’t wear any today) almost snagged on a pointier bit but a shameful dance brought him back to equal ground.

What could have kept their girl? Was she stuck? Wouldn’t she have sent them a mouse or a bird if so?

Like that time she attempted to crawl under a root and just couldn’t get out. She must have panicked for a moment since they had the visit of maybe 50 crickets who just flew right in their faces before fleeing (and damaging their garden). Her vague control over small creatures scared him sometimes. They had found crickets everywhere for weeks after that…

The northern cave loomed in front of him, a branch of the water body climbing into it and disappearing into the abyss. 

Dream didn’t lose any more time pondering the spookiness of the place and wandered inside the not-so-tall cave. 

Not even a minute later, a huge sound resonated from somewhere outside and what he could only think of as shouting voices.

Dream almost tripped hurrying out, the top of his wooden bow scraping against the hard walls.

WHAT WAS THAT? WHAT IF SOMETHING BAD TRULY HAPPENED???

Running in the direction where the sound was louder made him fall on a strange trail. A path of dead plants, some seemed to have been cut but others… just looked like they withered on their own.

Something unnatural was at work.

The guardian picked his bow and knocked an arrow, speeding through the wood as fast as he could, following the grim road.

A terrifying scene awaited him at the end.

Vivid hiding behind Geno, eye ablaze and arm outstretched towards a strange figure, hovering in front of them.

Wearing all black and bearing a scythe, he couldn’t read anything from their eyes. Empty voids of nothingness, hidden in even more darkness from a hood. The skeleton (because it appeared to be just that) had two dark wings protruding from their back flapping powerfully.

A sharp bone was stuck in the fabric of their sleeve and both were frozen, glaring at the other in a tensed pose.

Were these two fighting?

Nightmare arrived roughly when he finally put away his bow to crouch down and pry Vivid from Geno. Better to check her.

“move.”

The stranger’s voice was deep and cold, asking no questions.

The small girl allowed herself to be picked up and the little hood of her open coat slipped, revealing a long crack going from her eye socket all the way to the back of her skull, the line only broken by the thin shape of her stubbornly still on silver crown. The 3 years old squeezed her eyes shut, a tear rolling down her freckled cheek before burying back her face in his shirt.

“lemme do my work. move.”

Something boiled fiercely inside of him, and he felt the same happening to his twin who had his eyes fixed on a small red piece of fabric hanging on the tip of the scythe that looked suspiciously similar to the very shirt he remembered Vivid wearing this morning.

A roaring coming right from his past teared through the air and almost clipped the flier’s wings. Geno had enough.

After a sigh, the attacker dived towards them at full speed.

And the fight started.

At first, Dream took a few steps and let the others start the action, he had to secure Vivid before anything. 

Geno was the most active, tearing the air with sharp bones and burning it with repeated blasts, showing neither hesitation nor mercy.  

But Nightmare wasn’t so far.

It was less constructed and destructive but he threw himself in with fury, letting his magic leak out of his fingers’ joints into an acidic fluid he did not hesitate to expedite in the direction of the attacker, which one kept swinging around his sharp blade, diving and twisting without touching the ground.

He tried to put Vivid down and to relative safety but she clinged harder and harder with each attempt. Seeing it was futile, Dream rearranged the child’s position to a more comfortable one and whispered to her to grab on while he prepared an arrow.

The thin projectile soared right where the stranger was, a second ago.

Swearing quietly, he prepared another one and focused on an opportunity to shoot.

“I have nothing against you, but I need. to. finish. this job.”

A bone attack almost nicked the other’s arm and they continued their dance, words ignored.

“I’m not lying! this girl is already dead. she needs to go.”

Dream froze at the outrageous claim, cold bursting through his seams and paralyzing his movements.

The sounds soften as he focused on the weight on his chest, desperately holding onto him. Dead? No, she was right here, like always, shivering and crying, but there.

He glanced at her and traced the crack with his eyes once again.

No.

Their strawberry was against him, moving.

Still there. 

He glanced up towards his brother and friend, surely they didn’t buy the lie?

Nightmare’s eyes were hard and focused, unreadable, barely containing an anger he could still sense as clear as the day.

Geno? Geno’s posture slouched at the claim, his attacks slowing for a second, imprecise, messy…

His eye was brimmed with tears and his face… That was not the face of someone outraged by the biggest fat lie they ever heard, no, it held the kind of vulnerability that went with hearing world-shattering news that was so big you just can’t deny. It was the truth.

A purple drop followed by its siblings reached the stranger’s wing and they shouted in pain finally dropping on the floor.

Dream didn’t know what came upon him at this point, his mind had been out and his body acted on his own. 

He found himself with the tip of his arrow, still knocked on the string, pressing against the aggressor’s neck. The black cladded skeleton looked at him, from the spot he laid on dead grass.

Wasn’t it green just a moment ago?

“DREAM, DON’T TOUCH-”

The warning evaporated as he briefly felt a hand cup his cheek, brushing against a tear he wasn’t aware of.

Then, the black.

No more precious weight pressing against his chest.

No more shine of steel gliding against strike white bones.

Just the disorienting dull of senses.

Dream, guardian of positivity, brother of Nightmare and uncle of Vivid, fell down.

Dreamtale, Dream and Nightmare belong to jokublog Geno!Sans belongs to loverofpiggies Reaper!Sans belongs to renrink Vivid belongs to bluepallilworld

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[grazing-the-dawn]

Chapter two

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Cw: death

Reaper found himself in an universe he wasn’t familiar with.

Surface universes were rare for him to ever visit. Because, well… surface universes very unlikely exist if there were people he had to take care of…

In other words, that was a refresher.

There were too many trees and too few people there. It reminded him of Life’s garden…The very specific smell of the woods, the cozy silence only interrupted by the sounds of the leaves as they were gently touched by the wind…the soft grass that slowly died under his feet…

Damn. That would be a REALLY good place to take a nap.

Too bad he had to go after someone in Papyrus’ place. His brother would be nagging and yelling at him if he didn’t do as promised.

…He wouldn’t leave this universe without taking at least one good nap there, though.

Oh… and not without taking care of Papyrus’ troublemaker… Yeah. That too.

…

It took him a while, but he found the star of this episode.

A child.

They were a skeleton. By their size and overall body proportions, he could guess they weren’t someone older than five years old.

A big crack was visible in their skull, going from their left socket to the back of their skull. It also gave him the impression that if someone touched it, more cracks could spread leading even…to some parts falling? Very delicate. Almost like one of those bird eggs Life showed him before.

…He supposed for someone who seemed so delicate a death caused by a concussion wasn’t peaceful at all…

Their body didn’t dust - in fact, if it did, Papyrus wouldn’t struggle to catch their SOUL. That only meant it was bathed with DETERMINATION.

…

He already went through this to know it was for the best to end things as fast as possible. Even if it was just a child - and , of course, he wouldn’t let Papyrus escape with such a delicious motive for mockery.

He pulled the SOUL out of the child’s chest.

Its shape was curious. It was something like he’d never seen before: it changed nonstop, as if stubbornly not settling in a singular form; a mass of uncontrollable magic and DETERMINATION.

It almost didn’t surprise him when the SOUL literally rolled away, not accepting its FATE.

What kind of surprised him was the fact the body decided to flee… as well.

Reaper made a sound of surprise. He didn’t think much about what to do next, already getting a tight grip on his scythe and going after the child.

…

For someone so small they ran really, really fast. They made sure to go between trees and bushes, so it would be hard for the god to see them from above, he guessed.

“clever,” Reaper said with a small grin. This was getting interesting.

He already had to deal with people trying to outsmart him or so bravely refusing to die… but never someone so young. What are parents teaching their kids these days..?

He kept flying between the trees, trying to avoid hitting branches all while trying to localize the child- their movements were quite…silent when compared to the entire complexity of life in those woods.

Sometimes he would check a trembling bush but it would be just an animal hiding in there - or the wind. No matter how much time he spent in nature he would never be able to recognize what thing was nearby - to him, a fox breaking a branch as it stepped on it was indistinguishable from a bear doing the same, somehow

Life had already made fun of him because of that…

The woods got more silent as he walked around. It certainly didn’t help him concealing his approach. Perhaps it was because of that he wasn’t managing to find the child.

What if… he stopped moving for a moment?

…

No birds singing, no leaves moving. Even the nearby river’s sounds got quieter…

He landed, noticing his wings were making a lot of sound.

He knew the child was nearby.

The vibration of their unquiet SOUL was one of the very few things he could hear in the dead (heh) silence of that place.

The next thing he heard was the noise of his scythe slashing at one trunk behind him. He heard a little gasp coming alongside it.

He quietly walked in direction to the trunk. He almost didn’t feel bad at seeing its flowers decaying as he pushed the leaves aside in order to find the child.

There they were.

 The scythe didn’t hit their small body by mere millimeters. Their shirt was teared at the torso-level - only for it a second later being pinned down the ground by the weapon in the cloth above the right shoulder.

They looked at him with a frown. It was almost comical to see them be mad like that.

“there you are, kid,” he said with his usual tired smile, “i guess it’s time to accept the time for kidding around…”

The child stared at him. Along with the fury from before, there was also a hint of… fear?

“Noooo!!” they exclaimed with all the energy they must have had in their lungs. They pulled something from under their shirt and threw it on the god’s face too fast for him to react.

“what-ey!” he exclaimed as the thing was scratching his face like crazy. It hurt, even for a god like him. He couldn’t see and the shock of getting something alive thrown at him. He couldn’t really say if attacking was its intent or if it was just trying to flee.

Regardless of the case, it got limp a few seconds later, falling on the ground.

A squirrel.

Reaper huffed as he looked around.

There only was his scythe with a piece of fabric pinned on the ground.

He threw the creature’s body away. His smile got more tight.

“kid… you don’t know what you just did…”

He pulled his weapon from the ground before taking flight once more.

…

His frustration pushed him to throw away the mere concept of being discreet. He couldn’t believe he let a child outsmart him like that again

Not a child… a toddler. 

His pride didn’t want to let that slip.

He flew between the trees and bushes, trying to sense the SOUL’s vibrations again. His wings were heavily flapping, with their feathers ruffled in frustration. At least he was moving faster…

He sensed a movement in a bush in front of him and sliced it - only to notice the movement went to a small tree, which also didn’t get any mercy from his weapon, only for the child to not be there… 

And so went on.

The more time he passed in those woods the worse his irritation got.

…At some point, the woods got less dense. It was easier for him to spot the child, he thought.

He could hear their footsteps already.

He took no time. His scythe almost immediately stopped exactly where the child was, pinning them against a tree this time.

He approached, his gaze intense.

He didn’t think of something to tell the child before ripping their SOUL apart - he wouldn’t repeat the past.

“HEY!”

A bone pierced through the sleeve of his cloak.

He turned around. His frown deepened.

Vivid by @bluepallilworld OG Reaper by renrink

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[grazing-the-dawn]

Chapter 1

Prologue

In a small clearing sits a skeleton.

He sits there, eyes half-closed, frozen in a pose, very very still.

One could wonder if it is merely an odd statue one put there.

But it is not.

Simply a very very calm and quiet skeleton.

After a while, the skeleton opens his golden eyes and looks gently at something in front of him.

A young tree, with an oddly-shaped trunk one cannot call thick yet but still growing in a healthy way.

An apple tree, bearing a few small apples.

6 apples. 3 tinted black and 3 other golden.

The tree seems to have been two at the base but the two plants intertwined so strongly nobody would think of it as two separate trees anymore.

It is a young apple tree, with an oddly shaped trunk, bearing black and golden apples.

The skeleton reaches timidly towards the wood, hesitant and careful.

“I wish you weren’t quiet and empty.”

With a sigh, he puts his hand against the warm wood and feels the two energies within he knows very well.

If only there were three instead…

The life under his fingers has a heat similar to a cozy fire during the darkest night.

It sings melancholic tunes pulled directly from one’s soul, pulling and plucking invisible strings.

The fire is hot and the embers are hotter, somehow.

They’re lapping at his feet and some flickers of light graze his cheeks.

It’s hot.

A tear runs down his shin and digs a trail in the soot.

It’s scorching hot.

His fingertips struggle to stay in place, begging him to get away already.

He doesn’t want to.

Not again.

The tree is burning, his world is not any better.

A woman’s voice screams high and strong.

All he can see is a blinding light, searing his sight away bit by bit.

His hand buckles and fear suddenly sizes him.

Wholly, vicariously.

He runs, he runs like the coward he is.

Far from the burning tree, far from the voice, far from himself.

He glances behind him one last time before fleeing fully into the night.

A stump is waving him goodbye.

Dream woke up to gentle sunlight on his face and a light breeze making his hammock slowly swing. The morning smelt fresh and quiet and coming back from his agitated sleep right into this calm reality was… disorientating…to say the least.

The guardian (while he hadn’t felt worthy of the title recently, it was still his responsibility) took a moment to get his bearings, lying against the soft fabric rocking in the wind.

A leaf floated in the room by the glassless window (truly, a glorified hole in the wooden wall), swirling and twirling in the air until it set on the floor, another friendly breeze carried it away not even a minute after.

The guardian spirit pushed himself up on his elbows and watched the outside.

The forest was slowly waking and the sun shined just right to illuminate the leaves, flowers and fruits around. They really lucked out of this place, everything was just so lush around here. The muted sound of the river not far reached him and he pondered on if they’d go catch a fish later. 

Dream let his body lay down again and sighed. He still felt like most of his energy fluttered away all these years ago, during that awful night. Surely, some came back with the new tree of feelings going strong but it sometimes seemed like all had been lost then... and while they replaced some stuff? 

It was different.

A laugh ping-ponged behind the closed door, tearing away at his torpor.

“Dweam! Dweam!”

The high-pitched voice ringing encouraged him enough to jump down and walk towards the noise.

He idly checked his appearance in the tall broken mirror in the corner of the room as he moved forward.

The slightly too big (and crumpled) shirt dwarfed his shoulders, the simple pants were held up by a thin golden cord and his usual crown was sitting tilted to the left on his head.

He hummed and shook his head to replace the ornament before reaching for the doorknob.

The door barely had time to creak before an unstoppable force barreled into his legs almost making him topple.

“DWEAM! YOU ARE AWAKE!”

Dream chuckled and lightly pushed back the small girl hugging his knees.

“Hello there, Vivid. Did you sleep well?”

Vivid nodded, face still burrowed in his pants.

“Tell me, young girl,” he slowly pried the barnacle off the fabric and picked her up in his arms, “are your parents up? Should we go check?”

“Yeeeesh!”

And that way, the two waddled towards another door, chatting and giggling in the morning atmosphere.

Ah Vivid... she only arrived in their family three years ago and yet had been such a light in their small life in the woods.

He shushed the child as he slowly creaked the new door open, trying to peek and see if the couple had risen yet.

The decently sized bed (resting on various boxes on one side) entered his view and his eyes focused on two lumps under the old blanket.

“Still sleeping, uh?”

Vivid stole that moment of inattention and used it to wiggle right out of his arms, landed on the floor with the grace of a (toddler) ballerina and charged towards her targets.

Oh well, he tried.

Another thing he tried very hard to was not to laugh at the distress an olympic worthy jump right into the mattress caused on the owners of the room. Now, they were awake for sure.

Nightmare and Geno caught the little terror fast after, turning the attack into a revenge and the small skeleton squealed and squirmed under her parents’ playful hands. Laughters rang around like small bells and the world seemed perfect for a second.

Dream stayed at the entrance, shifting his weight on one foot then the other. Maybe his old self would have jumped in without hesitation but now, he felt like he shouldn’t. Letting this precious bubble of warmth alone appeared to be the best solution to not pop it earlier than needed.

And so, he stayed there, smiling and making his heels jump in rhythm, and simply enjoyed the short scene.

Once the three calmed down, they all started to beeline to the small room they dubbed kitchen to share a small breakfast. 

His brother lightly bumped his head against his before getting some fruits and bread out for the table.

And then the dance they learned the steps during the years in this house started. 

Dream and his twin sat their back to the window, enjoying the first rays of sun, a meager fruit bowl for them two.

Geno sat beside his daughter, helping her make toasts of jam and whatever fancied her this morning, stealing a bite once in a while with the clear purpose of annoying Vivid. If she retaliated by purposely brushing her dirty hands against the immaculate sleeves of Geno, he turned a blind eye to it. He, however, crossed her red-purplish (or was it purple-reddish?) eyelights and smiled to the mischievous light in those.

The conversation stayed light-hearted all the while and soon they cleaned up the table and discussed the chores repartition of the day. It was at that  moment the youngest chose to slip away, running right outside to go play.

“Ah, she left to play with her imaginary friends again,” stated Geno. The monster looked amused.

Maybe one day, they’ll tell him one could not consider the spirits lording over nature “imaginary” no matter how invisible they were. Vivid had keen eyes.

“I bet she’ll be back right in time for lunch as usual.”

Nightmare nodded and they went back to talk about the day. They had some tomatoes to pick that should be ripe in the small garden they built beyond the river and their reserve of usable fabric had declined, they needed to build up their stock of exchangeable goods for the next time merchants stopped nearby.

And like that, each left to do their assigned task while keeping their senses out in case their child got herself in trouble meanwhile.

Dream busied himself by trimming the tomato plants most of the morning, the leaves had gotten so wild the fruits could not sunbathe properly anymore. Many of those were still green despite the promising weather. He sighed. No tomato soup tonight.

The guardian removed his straw hat (that Geno insisted one should wear while gardening) and allowed himself to sit for a while on the soft dirt.

And allowed himself to enjoy the comforting noises of nature surrounding him.

A bird was singing high and loud on a branch above and he softly hummed the melody back at it for a few rhymes. The hand of the wind played with the hem of his shirt and his own danced in it, feeling the resistance of the air between his fingers.

The day was beautiful.

And calm.

So different from the loud clamor of people advertising their goods on market days, of children running between everybody’s legs, of persons shouting his name over the street for a service or just to talk. 

“Dream! Dream! Dream!”

A shudder weaseled its way up his spine. 

He opened his eyes and looked up, the slightly worried face of Nightmare looked down at him.

Ah, it was not only in his head.

“You’re doing okay there, Dream?”

“Of course,” he responded, rapid fire, “as always!”

Nightmare put one hand on his hip, the sleeve (he probably rolled up earlier) flopping down his arm. Dream’s eyes accidentally wandered to the other sleeve, useless without a limb to ensnare, pinned up his shoulder by a small metallic brooch. Today it was moon-shaped.

His glance may not have helped convince his brother, since the latter’s frown deepened.

“I’m just sad I found barely any ripped tomatoes?”

The other seemed pensive but just shrugged to the news.

“You should see the fish we just got, it looks awful. I’m not touching that,” he extended his hand in his direction, urging him to grab on it, “what do you say about we skip the lunch and leave the abomination to the brave souls of Geno and the princess? ‘s not like we really need it…”

Dream let his brother pull him up by the hand and chuckled.

“Are you sure Vivid will touch it?”

“Honestly I saw her eat worse things, our girl has strange tastes.”

“When she starts chugging fish bits at you, I won’t help. She’s your girl, you wanted her, you dummy.”

“Fine, you deal with Geno then?”

“How is that fair, that’s your partner!??”

An undignified squeak might or might not have escaped him at the suggestion he had to help convince the monster to touch an ugly fish he didn’t even see yet. Nightmare snickered at that and they laughed the whole way back to the house. There, he finally gazed upon what was indeed (truly) an horrendous animal and crossed Geno’s eye who fully looked ready to bolt if one dared to suggest he dealt with it.

After a moment, the trickster finally found a decent distraction for the group.

“Hey, someone saw Vivid? We can’t really start without her, can we?”

A silence enveloped the atmosphere.

The toddler was usually back by lunch. 

Dreamtale, Dream and Nightmare belong to jokublog Geno!Sans belongs to loverofpiggies Vivid belongs to bluepallilworld (me :3)

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[grazing-the-dawn]

Grazing The Dawn (a lethal fantasy fanfic)

This is a sequel to @come-down-that-tree! I strongly recommend reading it first! You'll be spoiled if you decided to read it later otherwise and it's certainly better for understanding this story.

Summary:

Dream, Nightmare and Geno had their (more-or-less) happy ending and are now living quietly in the middle of the woods, far from their past.

One day, however, a grim messager comes bearing devastating news about their family's latest addition...

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10: wip

Credits:

This story is co-written by @shinechermont and @bluepallilworld Dream, Nightmare and Dreamtale belong to @/jokublog Reaper!Sans, Reaper!Papyrus and reapertale belong to @/renrink Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies Vivid and Come Down That Tree! belong to @bluepallilworld

Headcanons will be used and canon will be ignored whenever we wish ;3c

[grazing-the-dawn]

Prologue

Reaper found himself lying around the dark reality he called home.

There was a dark… matter surrounding just about anything in that place. It was dense, cold and even had texture sometimes. You could see close to nothing- if you fully reached out your arm, you wouldn’t be able to see your hand anymore - it was pretty bad to walk around there unless you could float like the actual living residents. The only real illumination in this void came from the SOULs the two grim reapers brought there, but it didn’t do much service…

Reaper didn’t mind it that much, though - it was just perfect for naps. But sure as hell it was boring besides that - Life’s garden was much better in that aspect - he adored laying on the grass she carefully cultivated, even if it died after a while resting on it…

He shifted on the small…not even himself was sure of how to call it - one day he found a very dense part of whatever that reality was made of and just decided to use it as a kind of bean bag and so was it - though it wasn’t as soft as the grass from the secret garden and his brother didn’t like the fact he found a way to be lazy in their own dimension…

He was tired. He hated the fact that his job wasn’t as simple and chill as his counterparts… He couldn’t just skip some hours of work and dedicate it to just doing nothing…

Everyday he had to face other people enjoying their lives, being happy and just enjoying being alive and his job was only to make it harder for everyone…

He didn’t want to go see Life. She would tell Papyrus if she ever noticed that… welp. What she could notice didn’t matter to anyone, not even Reaper himself.

He managed to somehow get some free time to enjoy what he loved to do the most - sleeping. He had neither dreams nor nightmares in his sleep, but it was a good sleep regardless.

Lately things were too difficult for him to just take a nap - so many people going after their passion of killing others at the same time - it was terrible even for the grim reaper’s standards - so he had to cherish that moment of peace as much as he could.

…

“SANS!!!”

Huh.

“YOU LAZY BONES! WAKE UP!!!!”

Reaper opened his eyes. Had he been sleeping the entire time…?

“SANSSSSSSSS!” his brother screamed, “GET UP FROM YOUR BLACK MATTER-BASED BODY SIZED PILLOW!!! I NEED YOUR HELP!”

The smaller skeleton got up. He wore a casual smile on his face as he looked up at Papyrus, “what’s the matter, paps? you look like you saw a ghost.”

“I DO NOT!! HAVE PATIENCE TO DEAL WITH YOUR PUNS TODAY!!!” the taller skeleton said exasperatedly, “I NEED YOUR HELP!”

Reaper tilted his head curiously. His brother seemed clearly disturbed, but being honest, that kind of reaction was fairly common for him to have...

It didn’t make things less intriguing, though.

 “oh, yeah?”

Papyrus sighed in distress, “AS MUCH AS IT HURTS FOR ME TO ADMIT!!! I CAN’T DO MY JOB AS PERFECTLY AS BEFORE!!! I AM A SHAME TO OUR FAMILY!! YOU WILL HAVE TO DISOWN ME!!!!”

Curious, but still very vague. His smile grew wider, “what happened?”

“IT WAS TERRIBLE, SANS!!!” the other cried out, “I TRIED TO CATCH THE SMALL SOUL OF AN UNFORTUNATE BEING AND I JUST COULDN’T!!!”

Reaper frowned, being reminded of bad memories, “did you hesitate?”

“NO!!! BROTHER HOW COULD YOU THINK OF ME SO LOWLY??? THOUGH AFTER WHAT HAPPENED I WOULDN’T ARGUE AGAINST THAT ACCUSATION…”

“just tell me what happened, papyrus.”

“THE SOUL DIDN'T LIKE THE FACT THEIR FATE BROUGHT THEM TO THEIR END!!! I TRIED TO COMFORT THEM BUT THEY RAN AWAY!!!”

“I JUST!! I DID MY BEST TO TAKE THEM!!!” he continued, “BUT THEY JUST REFUSE TO ACCEPT FATE!!!”

The smaller skeleton sighed. That situation was oddly awful, but not much different than things he had already dealt with in the past. They could have been talking about a new threat as dangerous as they were…

“YOUR FACE TELLS ME YOU KNOW WHAT I’M FEARING!!! AS MUCH AS I HATE IT, I NEED YOUR HELP!!!”

“is it really that bad for you to consider asking for my help, huh?”

“NOW I DIDN’T SAY IT!!! YOU ARE A REALLY SKILLED GRIM REAPER BESIDES YOUR CHRONIC LAZINESS!!!! AND I DON’T SAY THAT ONLY BECAUSE YOU ARE MY BROTHER AND THE ONLY OTHER GRIM REAPER I KNOW!!!!”

Reaper couldn’t help but laugh at his brother’s defense, “welp. what kind of a monster would i be if i didn’t help my lil’ bro?”

“THANKS SANS!!!” Papyrus hugged him, “MY HAPPINESS IS SO BIG THAT I WILL FORGIVE YOUR TERRIBLE PUN THIS TIME!!!”

Reaper’s job wasn’t the most delightful… but he couldn’t ignore it, especially when someone as dedicated as Papyrus was having trouble with it… could he?

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Reaper Sans, Reaper Papyrus and Life Toriel by renrink