After-death one shots

IDK what to call this .3.

In the monster world, there were a couple of problems. After the human and monster war, so monsters were left with no money, and some gained more. The ones that gained more would be sent to the farthest side of the monster world, where it would be less likely that the humans would arrive there. But the ones that lost the money, they still might have roamed the streets. Or maybe, if luck loves them, a small house or apartment. The ones that roamed the streets could not sleep there, because if you do, the police would come and donate your blood and some good organs to the rich. If you live in houses or apartments, your life was still at risk. Someone rich could still own the house, or anywhere you stayed, and you would have to go until you were not on their land. There was no middle class, no half way point. That was all lost in the war. 

The rich, however, stayed in huge houses, and even mansions. They were expected to be proper, proud, and pretty. Still, there were rules for the rich. Every single rich monster had to participate in arranged marriage, no matter what they did. They were banned from talking or acting kind towards the poor, scared that they might start a fight with the other rich. One time, a poor, Cross tried to be with a rich, Nightmare. He got killed. And now, Nightmare was scared for his life. This made everyone straighter in line. For the poor, it was not safe. But for the rich, their lives were safe and secure. 

Reaper's POV 

I walked around my house, looking for a maid. It was my 14th birthday, and today I was supposed to see my wife. I personally thought it was too young for me, but everyone else thought she was perfect for me. I found a maid and I asked her if I could go to the old playground. She hesitatedly said yes, and I ran off. I heard that my partner was very mature and proper, so I didn't think it was a good match. I soon arrived, and there was a bunch of rich kids playing with sticks. I looked around for anyone my age, but there was no one. I looked around, till I saw a guy. He was another skeleton with a ripped up red scarf, a white dusty jacket and shorts, and a white shirt. I noticed a glitch on his right eye socket, and blood trailing down his mouth. I bite my lip(?) in confusion, and tapped his shoulder. He turned. "Yes?" He said with a bored voice. Welp, he was gonna be hard to break. 

"Umm, Hi?" I waved my hand a bit. "Can I sit next to you?" I asked. He stopped, and nodded. I sat next to him, quietly gazing at the blue sky. I sighed, and turned to him. "How old are you?" I tried for a small smile. He turned to me with a tired expression, like he's been asked that a lot. "I'm 13, okay?" And he turned back to the clouds. I surprisingly still smiled.

"I'm 14, and getting married." I said. He looked at me like I was a human. "You're a fucking rich, aren't you." He sighed again. I nodded. "Then get out." He cocked his chin to the main playground. "Nope, I want to be next to you." I grinned. He gritted his teeth, but still let me next to him. "I thought you were getting married, most likely a girl, and can't be with someone lower than you." He added. I shrugged. "I don't really want to get married to a girl, and she's mature and proper. Unlike me." I said. He sighed. "Gay..." he mutter under his breath. I looked at him, amused. "So what if I am? You might be too." I exclaimed. 

"I am, but I don't hit on random people when I'm getting married. And your 14, for fucks sake." He grinned a bit. "You don't even know my name!" 

"Well then, why don't you tell me?" I asked again. "Geno," He told me. I smiled a bit. It was a pretty nice name, to be honest. "Well then Geno, why don't we get married and have kids!" I smiled at his mortified expression. "First of all, the rules! Seriously, you are a rich and I'm a shitty poor! Second, that's not even possible! You need a boy and a girl, not a boy and boy! You have your own family, a-and you need t-to impress them...unlike me." He slumped down. I bring him into a hug, hoping that he would calm down. "W-What are you doing?!" He wiggled a bit, but soon just sat on my lap, putting his chin on my shoulder. "Please?" I asked him. "I don't want to get in trouble..." He sighed. "Then we can do it in secret!" I said.