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{reaper} [strange Sickness, Part One]

Warning: possible discription of coughing, blood/dust, sickness and bad portraited angst and emotions
Time start: 16:30
Time end: 19:28
Date of creation: 26/2/24
Words: 967

Reaper dosnt know what's happening. He currently is blaming it on life,why? Because.. He can't exactly blame it on anyone else can he? He dosnt know what's happening, what's wrong with him, he can't let this get in the way of his job and his daily meetings with geno, the two collide alot though, having to balance having time with his.. --Crush-- friend and his job keeping the balance of lifes creations and death of said creations, currently he is on the job in a genocide au, where the kid cannot reset. So only the kid is barely left hanging alive after the fight with this ones asgore, the kid currently limps around the dust covered halls holding their side tightly their breathing raggid, blood dripping rhythmically behind them leaving a small trail of blood behind them stepping straight into this aus sans's dust a grimace covered their face as they look onto their shoes now covered in a gray coating they take a couple of steps forward out of the pile of dust they once called a friend shaking their feet to get sans off their shoes, they continue on.

reaper looks at the dust he summons his scythe swiping it above the dust the monsters SOUL slowly rises from it, the SOUL shakes and trys it's best to scare reaper, of course it fails, tired after reaping all the souls from this au already he raises the sythe over the SOUL then swipes down quickly onto him immediately sending this sans to rest he sighs as he goes to reap the last soul, asgore he steps on, throughout this his soul has been blaring sharp pain through him so frequently it knocks him out of balance as black spots infiltrate his vision and his head goes blank his breathing stops for a minute, even if he dosnt need to breathe after starting to do it to help geno and his panic attacks he started to rely on it, he dosnt know why this is happening it started after a hang out session with geno but he was absolutely fine till he met life later on that evening so naturally he blames life,

As the black spots infiltrate his vision he leans on his scythe as he waits for the weird thing that has been happening for about four days now, he's lucky enough to not have it Infront of anyone yet, he started to geuss when ones coming on but due to being busy today he has been caught off gaurd each time, today it has happened three times and each time shortly after he has been having coughing fits which leave him even more light headed and sore ranging in different times even if he has been in perfect health before these two strange things have crept up on him, who knew that death himself can get sick, the coughing fits are new it's just normal coughing fits but they seem off, after the his breathe smells like a mix of floral and iron like blood even if no blood is on his hands or anything it creeps him out but he shrugs it off each time,

As he waits for this weird thing to pass leaning most of his wait on the end of his scythe his knees threatening to buckle under him the urge to just lie down and have a good long nap clouds his mind, as the black spots slowly decrease and his head slowly gets back to normal and the balrring headache sinks it's way back in and he knows after he has a chance to rest he will have a migraine, slowly but surely he leans less and less on the scythe and takes slow unsure steps to the throne room to reap asgores SOUL
He just forgot one tiiinnyyy little detail,
The coughing fits, as he was putting his foot down a pang of pain bursts through his SOUL making him stumble forward his hand instantly going to his chest clutching tightly on his cloak as his breathing becomes raspy and raggid as the coughing starts loud quick raps of coughs instantly one after another which blocks your breathing as youre to busy coughing your lungs up, if you had any to cough up in the first place,

He continues to cough and cough and he leans again on his scythe this time worse than the others his knees give out under him with no way to catch himself he falls immediately on his face a sickening crack echos through the hall, he tried to yell out in pain but he's still coughing violently his hand still clutching tightly on his chest right above where his SOUL sits his scythe disguarded to his side as he slowly rolls into his side to hold his face but as he rolls to his side his breathing hitches and he struggles to breathe, panicked he sits up quickly and he starts to heave a massive wave of dizziness goes over him as he sways as he sits as the coughing gets worse and worse the black spots come back into his vision and his eyes slowly droop close and the coughing and heaving slowly gets worse and worse, wait... Why is his face wet? Is it blood or tears?... And his vision turns black as the spots cover his vision and the halls blinks slowly infornt of him and.. Why is he facing the roof? And the darkness stays over his eyes.

Over in the corner a lost soul watches in concern for the new skeleton, worried for him.