Death (Reaper Sans journal)

(these is just some things I might talk about. I'm not sure how much I'll be able to do sense school starts back up soon.)

It was midmorning, I was about three years old. Papyrus was around ten years old, I was waddling around in a walking toy. I was late on learning to walk. My belly had started growling and Papyrus knew that I would have cried if kept waiting. He ran into the kitchen getting me, my meal. After what felt like a maternity, he finally came back. I ate what looked to be like a pile of wiggly noodles in five minutes. It was surprisingly good. I soon later found out that the noodles where called, Spaghetti. Papyrus seemed to love Spaghetti and made it for most meals.

When I was five, Papyrus had to start the work of reaping, so I would have to be home alone most of the time. Papyrus taught me how to make Spaghetti and a few other basic things. As a reaper we start reaping as soon as we turn twelve. I can't wait to start. I try making the spaghetti as good as Papyrus but it always ends up burnt.

When it was my twelfth birthday, I new I had a job to start. When papyrus came home on nights, he had always told me about how fun it was taking people to there forever home in heaven and hell. I was so happy to Carry on the legacy of the family. Maybe one day I'll find someone to have kids with and the kids will help the legacy live on. That's when Papyrus came to me and put my robe on me. That's when I new I was an official Reaper, they gave me the title, "Reaper Sans."

Day 3 of my tradition and I came across a little sans in a save screen. He was short, but still kinda tall. He had a single eye, there was a glitch on the other eye, it kinda looked cool. He had a white hoodie and black shorts with a single white line on them. A red scarf and a big red cut on his chest. I wondered how he had not been killed yet. As I approached him, he looked formilur, like I've seen him somewhere. Oh, on the castle walls, he was on a beware sign.  It said, "If found, don't waist your time. He can't die." He can't die, so I figured if he can't die then... Maybe I could touch him... Maybe even make a friend...

Day 4 of tradition. I decided to engage in conversation with the little sans. I was very nervous, I've never touched someone without killing them, Exact Papyrus. As I got closer to him, he seemed to be... Vibrating? I slowly reached my hands to his shoulder, wanting to get his attention, but still scared of killing him.