Sanscest One-shots

Cheater! (Part 1) - AfterDeath

Death was getting annoyed with every passing second.

Each of his attacks were dodged quickly and efficiently, as if his opponent already had the skill and experience of battling. The razor-sharp bones he launched in his direction, none of them could hit the bull’s-eye. Death swung his scythe, and felt the tearing of fabric upon contact. He teleported away to catch his breath, only to find his enemy still standing, the only difference was a small gash on his jacket's sleeve.

Geno fixated his eyes on the cloaked figure whom had introduced himself as Death, here to reap his soul and to end his suffering. Geno remembered how flabbergasted he was at his arrival, for his physical appearance was similar to his own.

Well, he wasn’t going to die today, not when he was so close to a pacifist ending.

So close.

Geno was panting heavily. He knew he couldn’t last, but the skeleton was hanging on to one last straw, hoping that he could avoid death for at least today. He adjusted his red scarf and got ready for his turn.

Death merely stepped to the side as a blast of white light was aimed at him. “You dare to attack the God of Death?” Death was furious. This was the first time a mortal attempted to wound him. This has been going on for long enough.

This game between them will end, NOW.

The god teleported behind Geno and swung his scythe. His left eye was glowing brightly as he targeted the broken piece of a soul that was keeping the mortal alive.

Geno leaped away, barely managing to avoid the blow. Sweat rolled down his forehead and his pupils dilated, knowing that Death could strike him easily from his position. He raised his arms, hoping that somehow, a miracle would happen.

Geno waited for the swing.

He waited for death.

...

But nobody came.

He opened his eye sockets, not realising he had shut them tight in the first place. What happened?

Death was in the position to strike him down. His arms were above his head, his eyes black and empty. His cloak fluttering and wisps of black clouds swirled around him. But he appeared to be frozen in that spot, unable to move at all.

The cloaked skeleton blinked, and focused his gaze on the enemy. Realization dawned on him as he realized something important. Death brought his weapon down slowly, one inch at a time.

This is Aftertale.

And they were in the save screen.

Where nobody dies and life could thrive.

Goddammit.

Reaper lowered his scythe. The sudden realization had sucked all of his spirit to fight out of him. And, judging by the way his opponent was panting, Reaper didn’t really have to worry about a thing.

“There’s no point, is there?” Reaper glared at Geno. “With the determination inside you, and the power of the save screen, I can’t reap you. I have to abide by the laws of this universe when I’m here. If it says that you can’t die here, then, you can’t die here.” He rubbed the back of his neck and exhaled loudly. “Damn it...”

Reaper looked at the mortal.

“Don’t think that you’ve escaped death, you cheater. You’ve evaded me for a long time. When the time comes, I’ll be back.”

He took one last look at the shivering skeleton, before teleporting away to his own universe, silently vowing that he, the God of Death from Reapertale, would one day find a way to bring the him down, even if it means that he has to break a few rules.

It was time to visit an old pal.

A/N : if you noticed, i referred to Reaper as 'Death' in the fight scenes and used his regular nickname during normal scenes. It just increases the tension. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tell me if you want a part 2 & more! I might consider writing a specific book for this one...

Oh, and tell me if you want it to continue with Reapertale Toriel, or Error Sans. Or both. I dunno...?