Under The Mask

Chapter thrity four: Beach Episode - Day Two - "MOM, WAIT- KILLER, NO-!!"

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Reaper woke up alone. "F**k." He sat up and looked around. He sighed and slipped out of bed and walked out of the room. No one was there. There was a note, though.

Hey, Reaper.
We're all at Cross and Nightmare's house for breakfast. Feel free to stop by once you're ready, we might plan our day there so it'd be good to join us.
-Dust

P.S. Horror says that if you don't come, more food for him.

Reaper shrugged and went back to the bedroom. He didn't want to go get breakfast, frankly. Not if he had to walk six houses down. He leaned against the headrest and got on his phone. He got a text. "Hey Reaper" It was Error. "Where are you"

"Dead and sleeping, leave me alone"

"Mood"
"Horrors going to steal your food"

"Not my food if I never claimed it"

"Hey, did you know that Geno had to wear your hoodie because he didn't have any extras?" Error attached a photo of Geno. It looked like he just took it. Geno was looking at the camera, an eyebrow raised. He was drinking coffee.

Reaper turned a little red. "No I didn't"

"Don't you dare save that, by the way" Error then deleted the message with the photo.

"Too late"

"Fvck you"

"Fvck you too"

"I would love to pester you but Ink needs something" Error wasn't online.

Reaper sighed and got off the chat. He went back to the picture of Geno. Cute. . . He couldn't wait to talk to him again. Maybe walking six houses down wasn't that bad.

Reaper opened the door and met everyone in the kitchen. Ink was sitting on Error's lap. Nightmare was clinging to Cross, Horror doing the same with Dust. Lust and Dance were on the couch. Killer was flirting with Dream.

He looked over at Geno. He was indeed wearing his hoodie. He held back a smirk and sat on a stool by the counter. "Morning, Gen."

"Hm. . ." Was the response. Reaper didn't push it, knowing something like that bet might happen. Geno put down his mug and sighed. He tilted his head and stared at Reaper, his elbow on the counter and his face against his palm. Reaper turned slightly red. Why is he just looking at me- "Delete the photo, Reaper." Geno spoke suddenly. Reaper was slightly baffled. "Error told me about it."

"Fine, fine." Reaper took out his phone and admired the photo for a little while before deleting it. Geno thought about asking him if he wanted to take a photo of him himself. He bit his lip to block the words from escaping. "How're you?"

"Eh. I generally don't like mornings." He hummed slightly and turned the spoon in the coffee mug.

"Me too."

"Hm, I'm so surprised." His tone was sarcastic as he picked up the spoon and dropped it back down. He glanced up again. ". . . I won the bet, didn't I?"

"Yeah. . ."

"Ugh, I should have made it so you had to do something." He leaned back in his chair.

"Like what?" He asked curiously. No teasing tone.

"Hmm, maybe that you'd have to leave me alone forever."

"Yeah, you would. . ." Reaper sighed, face first on the counter.