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A/N: heyo, if you don't like feels or depressive writing then you better wait for a more happy chapter. Just a heads up. Happy Readings
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Geno was depressed. Well, Depressed wasn't even a any sort of way to describe his natural mood. Every single sans in the Multiverse had this mental illness, who even knows why? Character development? Geno, seemed to have to the worst of it, he felt so empty at times. Even when that dirty brother killer
Wasn't there to kill everyone he loved, he still felt lost. Maybe it was his knowledge of the millions timelines that had him, or his brother and freinds die painfully gruesome deaths, or just his lost or gaster, he never really could tell. He was currently laying on the floor of this..place. it was black, it made him feel like nothing at times, with it's lonesomeness, and a strange sinking feeling. It sometimes reminded him of his friends, when he was..sans. Now, he was, well, still sans but-somewhat different. Maybe it was the name  Geno? Well, it didn't change anything about himself, he was still just short, depressed, geno. Geno that in other words was; nothing.  Just nothing. A grain of salt in an ocean of black. Black emptiness. Just like the blackness he was laying on, just like the black that made him feel nothing. Nothing but sadness that is. Everytime he just, left himself down and left his mind to work..he just..broke down. Just like right now, as he was tied up into his scarf, he felt his own tears roll down his check bones. He found himself uncontrollably sobbing, why was he doing this? Why? He couldn't stop. He just felt worthless. Garbage. Nothing. Just NOTHING. He couldn't stop, his tears fell onto his dead brothers scarf that he Wore to remember him. He held it up to his face to wipe the tears that felt like Waterfalls. "p.. papyrus..i'm so.. sorry.." he coked out- his voice was hoarse with all the crying, so it sounded mainly like a mumble of words. He closed his eyes while his red silky scarf covered them as he held it Tightly,  He let out a few more tears until there was nothing but silence. Just the sound of his crumbled up vocal cords wimpering the words; I'm Sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.
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Hours. So, so many hours, had passed, and Geno was still in that position. The scarf over his eyes as he was laying down with his eyes closed. He heard someone.. walking towards him, and some mumbles of words, in a..chilling tone..? Maybe it was just his mind..all that crying and sobbing really had a toll on him, I mean..how long had it been? Hours? Minutes? "You can't tell time in a room without anything, unless you have faith!" Thats what gaster had told him, He thought it was comical and had no real meaning, but now that he was in that position, he had realised something..he had lost his faith. His hope, and mainly lots of himself. Not really ment to be a pun but-
"deadly face touch~" he heard that chillful voice again..and felt a, boney finger graze his head "..what?..who..?" Was what he said before lifting his head "huh. your alive. That's.. surprising.." Geno studied the some-what taller version of himself, he had a dark, long, coat like outfit. It covered the skeleton all the way up to his feet. The darkness of his clothes reminded Geno of his surroundings..but it felt..conforting. "hey." The skeleton that was in front of him said slowly, in a soft, calm vocie. "W-what?" Geno spoke, in a shy sort of way,  although you probably could never get him to admit it. Reaper chuckled, Which made flickers of blush spark on Geno's check bones, could he, Geno, be in love with this.. version of himself? He couldn't be, could it? After all he just met this skeleton, The same skeleton that poked him as a greeting. But..it felt so right to just Fall in Love with him.  He suddenly felt a cold hand on his check. The hand may have been cold, but his checks where extremely Warm, "you've been avoiding talking to me..that's not how you make A new pal..or maybe.." Reapers own checks flushed a light blue, but, he remained chill, with a slight smirk on his face. Geno..was left fluster, he was deeply affected by Reapers charm. He managed to muster out some words that he thought would hopefully clear some thoughts from his mind, "what's..your name..?" Reaper responded raising an eyebrow rather calmly "I'm death itself, but you can refer to me as Reaper, geno~" Geno got startled, not only did this god of death come into his own hell, but he knew his name, how? "I'm a god, don't be surprised how I know your name, geno~" Geno was even more suprized, could this magical god demon read minds now? He felt a bit violated that someone came into his privacy, but he mostly felt greatful that someone besides himself talking to him. It was conforting. "you know, Geno, I'm glad your alright. When I came here while you where in your state..you seemed rather..deflated." Geno had to chuckle at that, the word 'deflated' was the least likely word to describe his life in this black emtyness. But, now that reaper was here, he felt better. Hopeful instead of hopeless. Joyful in stead of full of sorrow. Found in stead of his lost state. It was like this complete stranger understood him. Reaper tugged Geno scarf, pulling him closer to him. Geno didn't try to stop him, and besides, he was feeling something that he had only felt a few times, but this time it felt real. This time he knew. His pain. His sorrow.
It wouldn't be done alone.
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heyyy there children who are reading this. Hope you enjoyed this. It's feels- but it has a happy ending and stuff.