[Discontinued Until Further Notice ]●○Beyond Our Worlds○● (Reaper!Sans X Reader)

Chapter Five: WAS Supposed to be an Okay Day...

Created: June 14, 2018
Finished: June 15, 2018
Published: June 15, 2018
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Third Person Perspective

            "A-AAAHH, PLEASE STOP!!!!" Asriel screamed out loud, making Miss Toriel alarmed and hurriedly, yet still gracefully, rushed to the little hill not too far from her home, where a humongous, stern and beautiful maple tree stood calmly, its leaves swayed peacefully whilst the fallen ones swished down slowly to the ground where three figures; a little goat kid on the grass, and two dark furred beings, one being tall and the other, smaller, were both atop of the wailing kid.

            The mother climbed up the hill with intense speed, approaching the three fast. Her concerned and furious face was washed away into shock when the screaming Asriel was then cut off by his own laughing. The two on top were still shuffling on him, their covered arms aiming on his stomach and their hands moved as if their opening and closing furiously.

            "AHAA! STO-OP! Y-you two-oo win-n-- AAH HAHAHAH!!!" Cried the now tearing child, addressing the two assaulters, whose now their giggling can be heard. Life stopped abruptly from her run rage, staring at them as the real scene unfolds. After the soft giggling from the undentified people became a full blown howl of laughter, their costumes slidded down to their shoulders, revealing a certain (H/C) girl and a little God kid with brown (Dora-like, sorry I had to) hair. Their hands now retracting from the small boy, his face now washed with relieved.

            The children continued to laugh, until they saw Toriel walk towards them, her face now occupied by a calm, concerned, yet slightly angered expression. She placed her warm hands on your shoulder as the other one on Frisk's head, looking at all of you and spoke, "Children, what is with all this commotion? For a second there I thought you were in serious danger." Her voice carried worriedness and in a lecturing way.

            "Well, Lady Life, we were just playing a game where one has to say multiple jokes at the other two. And if one smiled showing their teeth, they lose, and gets tickled. Frisk and I wore these costumes because they said to. " You spoke for all of you, but Asriel retorted back with his whining voice. "That's not true! I didn't show my teeth, I did it like this!" He showed his mother what he was trying to explain;

            He smiled with his mouth opened then he hid his teeth with his lips, making a funny expression, which to his dismay, made the girls, not including Frisk, laugh their hearts out. "Hey, stop laughing! It's not funny!!" He again complained, his white, furry cheeks go in a shade of red, his eyebrows furrowed with him making a pout.

           "Oh come on Azzy, you know you're guilty." You teased him, which made him go flustered even further, his heating face went hotter. "Don't call me that!" After a fit of laughter and embarrassment, you all calmed down. Mother Life then turned to you, yet again putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. "My child (Y/N), could you please take care of the children for me just for the meantime, for I must attend some duties outside the barrier. Asriel can open it too so please be aware. And might I remind you, please do not speak with the one who wears a black cloak with a scyth, yet he is quite pushy. And if I get back, I would like to talk to you, if that is fine with you." You nodded to what she had given you things to do, and felt a little unsettled with what she addressed to be Death and the little talk that you're gonna get later.

            You asked her a follow-up question from what she said, doubt and wariness laced your voice. "But what if Death is really annoying to tolerate? Should I talk to him or at least shoo him away??" You tilted your head with the suggestion you gave, also raising a brow. She pondered for a good moment, her gaze unfocused at where she's looking, then looked at you with furrowed brows after her final decision.