°~you're my after life~°

>○..Forever missing him..●<

A/N: get ready, We're going on a feels trip.. ●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○                                                                              'Come with me...And you'll be In a word of pure imagination..-'Geno jumped at those words. His eyes adjusted 'were was he..?' His thoughts seemed to speak. As he looked around, It seemed so familiar.. then his  vision slowly creeped up to him. A pattern on the floor, Yellow, Gold. Yellow, and gold. With long pillars, That seemed to touch the sky. His eyes stared up ward, still not seeing what was in front of him. Had he gone blind? He seemed more tired. 'tired..' his mind echoed, As some sort of warm liquid poured from his mouth, Falling to his hands. 'B..blood..?' He questioned, Finally seeming to understand that this was no dream. Finally his vision returned. Seeing a purple shirt with blue strips, it was a child. With a sharp smile. He could barely breath, Let alone comprehend what just happened. His souls beating slowed to a deathly timid beat. He gripped his shirt. Blood. Blood was on it, A sharp cut near his pelvic area. The child creeped closer, With a sinister giggle, knife in hand. To seemingly finish the job. His Heath points were lowering (1.0/0.1. Was his hp, in the moment ) he was at deaths door. The child ran, lifted there weapon high, and  took a swing a sans, 'bye bye, Comedian-' the child said. But it sounded unfinished. Sans expected to feel a sharp pain. But nothing. To his surprise. He looked at the child, Bones. Bones had hit the child in the stomach area. A gush of blood came out of the brownish red eyed child. Their knife dropped. Bones disappearing. The infant like child looked up, seeing something behind sans, A darked roped skeleton, similar to sans. Looming down at the child. 'What the-' the striped shirt child spat, before being attacked by another row of bones, Over, and over. New amounts of bones rushing in, faster and faster. Causing streams of blood to sage and drip on to the cartilage. Finally the child went limp. Eyes still open. Taking in the amounts of pain being shoved into the body. Tears seemed to fall, without any sobs being heared, 'plop.' They went. Sans was shocked, those weren't his bones. 'What just-' his train of thought was cut off, as he  seemed to stare into the face of him self. Reaper, loomed over him. Silent filled the room, with Echos of drips of the tears, and monsters in the other corridor. Finally. After slow hours reaper leaned into a sharp grip of a hug. Begging geno to not close his eyes 'please don't go, please don't die...please just..don't close your eyes..' he choked out, letting the tears and sadness take over him. Genos heart ozzzed, losing it self. He slowly felt his own tears falling, with small sobs of his own. The child's eyes were still open,  starting into the floor, with gilt  forming all around their fading soul. Geno and reaper were locked into the hug for some time, the words 'don't close your eyes..' hung into the air. As geno soon couldn't feel his body. And his heart skipped one last beat. However, he didn't close his eyes. As one finally tear fell and dropped to the floor. His soul soon broke into what seemed to be hundreds of falling pieces of ash, all that was left was his scarf, and white, bloody jacket. Reaper stared at the two objects in his hands. Tears Falling, with the remains of genos own. Reaper put on genos scarf on with his grin in a low, drowning, frown. He lifted up his arm grabing what remained of the child's soul out of the sharp ossein, causing a small cry of a yelp from the pain. Reapers eyes beamed with a low blue and yellow, and a strong amount of red. As he through the child they seemed to mumble such words 'there is no..life i know..to compare with pure imagination..living there..you'll be free, if you truly wish-' there neck shaped in contact with the side of the judgment hall, with a gush of blood pouring  out of  the child's  body, being once again stabbed with the osseous bone. The child lifted there left hand, seeming to reach out to a yellow star, with light gold. Reaper leaped out to try and stop the murder- but it was no use. With a jerk to the side, one faint smile, with closed eyes, and a tear the child grabbed a hold of the dream like star. Leaving reaper to flee. '-to be..' reaper said as he fled from the dismemberment of the time line, as it reshaped it self into anew. He watched with a tears as he spoke ' you'll pay for this..'              ●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●●○●   {words counted: 805