RedemptionTale 2

i dont know what 2 call this chpt

Reaper led her to the kitchen, which was decorated with a great deal of satanic objects, relating to hell or worship. The tiles on the floor were even depicting a ritual of some sort. All of this slightly unnerved Chara, despite Sam being a demon/half demon. Reaper could feel her fear, but not what she was afraid of, similar to Sam. "You good?" He asked in a less monotone voice then before, with what seemed like actual concern in his voice. "Y-yeah i'm good..." Reaper shrugged, as he pulled out a pot from the cupboard and put it on the stove, lighting it. Everything around them was either red or black, with the majority of it being black. The stovetop seemed to burn with the souls of the dead, even the wisps of fire appeared to have faces screaming out in pain...

Yeesh, that's totally not creepy, Chara thought, sitting down on the bar chair. Soon, the smell of fresh meat became present in the room, making Chara aware of her hunger, which she hadn't noticed until now. Her stomach rumbled, she hadn't eaten anything since last night at 8:30, when Sam had made her tacos. Soon, a perfectly cooked steak was placed on a plate and given to her by Reaper. "Um, aren't you going to have something?" Chara asked, hesitating to start eating. "I'm a skeleton, i don't do what you humans call "Eating", though i wish i did." Reaper said with a hint of sadness in his voice. Chara's face was full of confusion. "Then how can you speak???" reaper seemed to chuckle at this. "I believe a certain friend of yours would say something like "Its magic" right about now." He put down his scythe, and leaned it against the wall, and sat down with Chara. "Do you always wear that hood?" Chara asked curiously in between bites of the steak. "No, at least not out in the open anyway, people would freak out if they saw me." He paused for a moment. "Then again, i don't know how i can get away with that excuse since your friend, Sans, and his brother are living skeletons." He sighed before putting a hand in his hood, presumably over his face. "I guess i've just gotten used to wearing it all the time, seeing as i've worn it for decades." 

Chara was surprised at how much of a personality Reaper seemed to have, especially since he only seemed to be himself when he wasn't doing his job. A few questions nagged at her brain, and she was unsure of which one to ask Reaper about. Then again, she was going off of the assumption that Reaper would have answers for all her questions. There would also be the factor that Sam could have told Reaper to not tell anyone. Still, it was worth a shot. She finally worked up the nerve to open her mouth and say the words. "So, um, has Sam ever told you anything about her parents?" Chara asked quietly. Reaper recoiled slightly at the question. "Yes, but she has requested that i tell no one about it. Or else that would mean my immediate suspension from this job for a week." He said, slightly disturbed. "Wouldn't getting off your job be a good thing?" Chara asked, confused. "For me, fuck yes. For the rest of the world, Hell no. My absence would mean that the negative spirits wouldn't go to Hell, they would be stuck in the plane of existence that you humans call Earth. That means chaos, which means a war against the dead." He gestured to his scythe leaning on the wall. "It's my duty to send them down here, without me the negative spirits would stay on earth, tormenting the living." He groaned. "So as much as a vacation would be nice, it's not really worth it if the place your going to is on fire."

Chara grimaced as Reaper made the pun, and she went back to her food, disappointed that her efforts hadn't yielded an answer. Reaper saw her disappointment. "As much as you want the answers now, i dont think its worth the trouble of having the whole world on fire. Besides, i'm sure Sam would want to tell you herself, and if she were to do that, then that would probably mean she trusts you completely." He placed a bony hand on Chara's shoulder. "Some things are better to be earned through trust. I must say, you seem the most promising out of all the humans." He quickly removed his hand as Sam entered the room, with a beaten and bloody Frisk in her grip. She was covered in blood, and her evil smile had returned full force. She looked like a serial killer with all the blood. Frisk was barely alive, hanging on by a thread. Sam looked at Reaper, motioning for him to toss her the keys for Frisks cell. Reaper obliged, but his hands were noticeably shaky.