·My Gladiolus· [Afterdeath] (Editing)

《10》Reaper

-Inside Geno's Living Room-
(Nightmare's POV)

Something is wrong and I KNOW IT.

My brother is always brushing things off. Geno had negativity radiating off of him. Even his face proves something is not right. And I know for a fact, it has to do with Reaper. Error tells me to keep a watch out for him, but he won't tell me why.

We're not exactly friends,

BUT HE SHOULDN'T KEEP THINGS FROM ME.

...

I hate secrets.

And I will do whatever it takes to figure out what it is. Whether it is by bribing Error to tell me, or by threatening Reaper to spit it out.

I cannot have someone mess this town up. It's already as peaceful as it can be. I was as peaceful as I could be. Until Reaper started snooping around in things he shouldn't. It's making me go insane.

(Nobody's POV)

Everyone took a seat somewhere, on the couch, the floor, or the seats that were available.

Geno was still a little confused as to why Nightmare brought his 'little group', but he didn't want to question his authority. If he had to bring them, it was probably for good reason.

Nobody made a sound for a few seconds. The only sounds that could be heard were some chewing, and a repeatedly spinning knife.

"So! Let's start off with how are y-"

"No. Let's start off with; hey Geno! Have you seen Reaper do any suspicious activity lately?" Nightmare cut off Dream.

"Nightmare! That's rude!" Dream frowned at him.

"We need to get straight to the point. We shouldn't sugarcoat this." Nightmare hissed impatiently.

Nightmare and Dream continued to bicker as Reaper watched and started to sweat. He kept glancing at Error from time to time.

"What's wrong buddy?"

Reaper flinched from his spot on the couch, looking over to a skeleton sitting on a chair that was placed conveniently next to him.

He had what seemed to look like... tears? There were streaks of black stuff on his face, it was little unnerving to Reaper to say the least. His eyes were empty unlike most of the others.

"The name's Killer... You seem tense. You worried about somethin'?"

The skeleton spun a knife around with his fingers. It was as if he was trying to seem more threatning than he already was.

"No," Reaper said bluntly as he faced away from Killer.

If he wanted to get out of here without getting caught, he'll have to put his acting skills to the test.

Killer chuckled at Reaper "Sure."

He suddenly threw his knife across the room to catch Dream and Nightmare's attention. The knife was caught by Nightmare, who glared at Killer, the blade just barely missing Dream.

"H-hey! I could have gotten hurt you dumbass!" Dream frowned.

"You're strong, you can handle pain. Now can you and Nightmare just hurry it up? Cloak here is startin' to sweat from suspension...~" he chuckled again, seeming to be suggesting something.

Nightmare looked at Reaper with an obvious suspicious glare. Dream just smiled sheepishly, embarrassed of having been wasting time just bickering.

"Oh uh, sorry about that. But, like Nightmare had said," Dream shot a small glare at Nightmare with irritation "we are here to know how Reaper has been."