*Afterdeath* [BE MINE]

Chapter 7: The phrase

Geno just listened to Reaper's comment without answering. He didn't want him to see his face being a burning tomato. He had misunderstood the words of his stalker.

On the way to the house, he felt that his head was spinning but he didn't know why. Possibly it was the cold and that excruciating pain in his legs. What else could it be?

He closed his tired eyes shaking strongly. The pain was getting stronger, as his body froze more. But he wasn't so worried, he couldn't die, but he could get sick.

It was ironic, a simple illness could make him feel this bad, but not the hands of death himself? It was an interesting mystery. Unimportant and without any value.

This thought calmed him down, he was only bothered by the annoying and persistent pain. He wanted it to end once and for all.

Geno: Wh-Wh-When are we gonna be t-there? W-Wh-Why are we taking
-cough- so long?

That disgusting rain made Geno unable to speak clearly. This night couldn't get any worse!

Reaper: The rain got worse and I can't see the way clearly but Paps seems to be sure where we have to go.

Papyrus: And I am, Nyeh-he-he!

He shouted from the distance, in spite of the rain, Papyrus could hear them just a little, giving the answer. Reaper lowered his tone of voice so that only his beloved could hear him. He brought his face a little closer to Geno's whispered in a friendly way due to his fragile state.

Reaper: Hey cutie, even when you're sick, you look just as beautiful as always. Heh~.

Geno: Re-Reaper. . .

Geno couldn't stand the pain anymore. He already felt so hot on his face and that compliment was the straw that spilled the glass. There were to many feelings at the moment. He fell unconscious, his body couldn't take it anymore.

.  .  .

Upon awakening, Geno's head felt like it was going to explode, but it was an ephemeral pain of just a few seconds. When it passed, he blinked a couple of times to be able to analyse his surroundings. The figures in his eyes began to take shape.

He was in a spacious room lying on a large bed. Lying on the one side of it and leaving the other half free. The Cover that covered him gave a nice warmth to his body. He didn't happen his coat, he looked for it with his eyes. He calmed down a bit when he saw that it was hanging behind him on the bed's head.

He leaned back to examine the place. The room had a certain resemblance to his brother's death. It was obvious, He was in Papyrus's room but the only difference was that it had gray and sad colors except for the bed, not to blame. The reaping of souls is probably not easy. Even so the owner of the enclosed space didn't lose his cheerful spirit and determination.