Different Sans AUs getting sick because why not✨

-AFTERTALE/Geno-

(Doodle is mine)
(Suggested by many people!! You know who you are!)
(Took a bit longer since ive just been sitting here dozing in and out of sleep while writing sob
I promised a chapter and a chapter you shall recieve! This is definitely a long one— so grab some food!)
(NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS INNAPROPRIATE, THE "~" IS FOR SARCASTIC, LOVING, OR PLAYFUL TONE
*in case theres a misunderstanding*)

In the endless, inescapable void, a skeleton who evaded death himself sat there in silence. normally, that is. Today was weird.

The half-dead skeleton, who we call Geno, sat up with his arms holding him up firmly, despite his arms threats to fail on him. It was nothing new. Well, almost. He kept noticing little things that were off about himself and how he felt that was different than the usual pain that he'd grown to numb himself to. His head was throbbing about 100x worse, he felt hot one minute then icy cold the next, yet through both he couldn't stop sweating. Jeez, what the hell was this disgusting feeling? He sighed and winced as his arms lifted him from the floor, sitting up with his legs crossed. Geno groaned at the painful reaction his pounding head gave to the slightest movements, gripping his skull and breathing out through his teeth. He wanted to take off his jacket but he knew he'd just get cold again, so he didn't bother; instead wiping the usual blood that ran from his mouth with his hand and wiping it on his shorts.

Out of the distance, Geno heard a familiar voice. A voice he wasn't mad about hearing, but definitely didn't want to hear either. He sighed loudly as a sarcastic skeleton approached behind him, ever so quiet since he didn't exactly walk. He just floated out of pure laziness and didn't feel like walking. The ground didn't deserve his great laziness <3.

Geno tried to pin point where he was, The cloaked taller's humming not really giving away the direction either since the void just made all sounds go everywhere instead of a specific direction. Of course, who else but the gOd Of dEaTh himself:

REAPER.

Reaper quickly gave Geno a light push on his back to scare him, it being all but effective this time. Huh. Normally that would've worked amazingly. But no, Geno didn't react at all to his push other than shoot him a deadly glare. Reaper stared into Geno's eyelights and frowned, floating in front of reaper instead and sitting down. The ground could be worthy for just a few minutes. He needed to check on his little boyfriend. Reaper gazed into his "eyes" once more, leaving Geno confused but he blushed at the other's warm gaze to his disappointment. Damn, why did he let himself blush like that. That was dumb, Reaper is never letting him live that down even though they've totally not kissed about 57 times. Thats besides the point.

Reaper actually didn't notice the other's blushing under all the other color in Geno's face, focused as he scanned him up and down and all over to see what was so different. First off was his face in general. No, Geno's face was perfect as always, it was the stuff on his face. Beads of sweat rolled down Geno's skull and his eyelights were blurred, not even truly forming a proper circle. His face was darkened with a saturated red under his eyesockets and on his nose and cheeks. His dark circles were also more defined now. All in all, Geno looked like more shit than he normally did.

"Hey Blood loss- why do you look like that." He asked, very non-chalantly. A chill ran up Geno's spine before he could answer, guess it was time to be cold again. He crossed his arms and shivered like he was in the middle of a cold ocean, sniffling and breathing out. "Uh.. wh- why do I.. what-?? What did you say? I wasn't l- listening to your ssstupid mouth." He croaked out, his voice hoarse and his (nonexistent) throat was clearly sore. Reaper analyzed the situation and then it was almost as if a lightbulb went off in his dense skull. "You're sick??" He said, saying it almost as if it were a question to Geno himself. Geno stared at him and tilted his head in confusion. "Uhh... no? Th- theres no way I c- can get sick he—rre..?" he was interrupted by Reaper very rapidly feeling his forehead and cheeks, and checking his wound and even his eyelights, Geno grumbling since it left him unable to focus on the words to say next. Oh well, not like speaking felt nice or anything. It hurt right now actually. More than usual.