ReaperTale Pilot

UnderTale, made by Toby Fox.            ReaperTale, made by Renrink and Blackaerin (I think).

[Xinno, author of short story] : This is my own interpretation of ReaperTale. Enjoy.

This world... it's meaningless.

    Every day, more life is being brought into the petty world by every species. I don't understand how people enjoy it. It has no purpose. It has nothing interesting happening.

Wars? Pfft... That stuff's just drag-ons of the "World's Leaders'" anger and making people like slaves to do their dirty work. Do it on your own, why won'tcha? It's your problem, not theirs. All you're doing is giving me more agitating souls to deal with. Everyday, I have to go through the pain they create for me. They make the day go by more tediously, nag me that I should send them to heaven, and prevent me from having my nap time. That's it, everyday, and it annoys me! I mean, I can simply alter time to go more swiftly, but I need "permission" from the other gods. Problem is, no one likes me, meaning no one will give me the aforesaid permission.

Well, at least I have my bro over here. He's a pretty cool guy. He seems to be more likeable amongst everyone. Now you say, "Get your bro's permission. He's a god too, right?" Well, he is, but he doesn't have all the cool quirks yet. I've been informed that he's my responsibility, and I need to teach him the ropes before he can do anything since he's my brotato. So, he's currently my student, and I'm his mentor. If you haven't caught on yet, I'm saying he flat out can't approve my use of time, or anything, for he doesn't have powers.

    "Wait, what was I talking about in the beginning? Ah, yeah, the unpurposeful world people live on."

    "Sans! You're ruining the movie!"

    "Whoops, sorry, Paps. Hey, aren't you supposed to call me 'Death'?

    "Sans... I will break that spine of yours and replace it with a new one because I'm a nice guy."

    "Hm? Say that again. I couldn't tell if you were addressing me or not. You used a strange name that wasn't Death."

    "Do you not want it replaced?"

    "Heh, okay, bro. I'll stop. Jeez, you need to take jokes more lightly."

    "That was not a joke! That was a simple annoyance that nearly made you lose your ability to stand properly."

    "Okay, okay. Just call me Josh then."

    "For what reason?"

    "Well, if you call me Josh..." There was a miniscule moment of silence, "then you'll realise that I was just Joshing with you!"

Paps's face became rubicund, every inch being covered in 2 and a half seconds. He then burst out in a fit of rage, whilst I burst out laughing. You have to admit, that was pretty good.

    "Sans, you absolute pile of fiendish bones!"

    "He- he- hey, Paps. Why- why did the gentle pitcher pass as anthropomorphic?"

    "Why?"

    "C-cause when he throws the ball, he says, 'An-throw!'"

    Papyrus didn't get as angry that time.

    "Sans, I don't get that one, but I am assured that your spine is going to be pulled out right now!"

    He actually did, he pulled my spine right off, except it wasn't my spine. It was a fake one around it.

    "Sans, why do you have this?"

    "Well, Paps, you always told me to have more backbone!"